Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Greer watched as the talent orb that had been extracted from his body coalesced at his feet.

"Greel the Fancy Arrow died in the hunting ceremony; he was not worthy to wield this weapon. As for me, I am merely an avenger given a second chance."

"The victors have everything, the losers lose everything."

“Unknown creature, you and your master are the winners of this hunt. You have the right to deal with these spoils: this prey, this blade, and this corpse that you have given us.”

"Gurgle?"

The sphere bounced a few times, and ripples appeared on its crystal-clear surface.

A water tentacle extended, coiled around the handle of the Leaf Shadow Blade, and handed it to Greer.

The released tentacles waved goodbye to Greer and moved toward the giant bear's carcass.

"Hahahaha." Echel clutched his belly, her body trembling. "Greel, you didn't want to come, did you? Making excuses, finding reasons? And the spoils? Well, your master wants you to join, your face is swollen from being slapped, hahahahaha."

Greer watched as the former king laughed so hard on the ground that he almost wanted to stab the Leaf Shadow Blade into his waist.

"Alright, then I'll follow my master's will. I'll join the Night Owl Squad as a royal assassin, serving two masters. Do you dare accept this?"

“Why wouldn’t I dare! There is no justice in the shadows, and the Night Owl has no distinction between black and white. If you dare to come, I dare to take you.”

Greer's soul flames burned fiercely, "Greer, the Death Hunter, join the Night Owl Squad, for the necromancer and for the will of my Lord."

"Twilight in Lewesser, Ranger Lord Echer welcomes you to the ranks. By the way, your name will be hidden, so from now on, your codename is Raven."

"Your will."

The talent ball transformed into a giant net, and during the lulls in their conversation, it began to devour its spoils.

……

"Lyle, what's wrong with you?" Kayla looked at Lyle, who was suddenly emitting blue light, and was at a loss for what to do.

Lyle stared in astonishment at the blue fluid that was visible to the naked eye in his hand.

"My magic is growing."

He nearly exhausted his magic, controlling three necromancers to hunt a giant beast, especially with Grell's natural disguise at the end, which almost drained Lyle dry.

The nearly desiccated body received the blessing of the dead, and was further aided by the talent orb that was currently devouring the giant beast outside the cave.

The magic within her body began to surge like a tidal wave, assaulting the shackles of her flesh.

The brain felt like it was being pricked by needles, while the body was burning. The dissipated energy transformed into a conspicuous flow of magic outside the body. First, it was transparent with a hint of blue light, then it turned into a light gray with a withering death aura, and finally, it turned into a ghastly green, representing the death and plague.

The three hues intertwined, transforming into chains wrapped around the right hand according to the subconscious mind.

Magical power, locked away.

As if celebrating a new life, Lyle subconsciously caused a ripple of magic, and those pale green ripples in the air turned the soil grayish-white.

At that moment, Lyle raised his arm and looked at the gleaming chain. The feeling of holding Mr. Dragon's staff for the first time came back to him. At this moment, he felt as if he were omnipotent.

Mystical knowledge flooded his mind, and Lyle gained new abilities.

The plague messenger.

Lyle can use very little magic to directly transmit the plague into the target's body, provided the target has no magic to resist it.

This mode of transmission is mystical. That is, without physical contact, exchange of bodily fluids, or even air, the plague is transported into the target's body.

As long as the target is within fifty meters and Lyle has a clear understanding of the target, the conditions for the spread of mysticism are met.

Upon initial contact, it remains in a latent state; after two minutes, symptoms appear, such as fever and nausea; after thirty minutes, the target becomes physically exhausted and unable to move normally; after one hour, the body activates protective measures, resulting in unconsciousness. This disease also has an extraordinary capability: when the virus accumulates to a certain level, its effects can apply to all intelligent derivatives.

Have you ever seen a ghost sneeze?

The ability derived from this is plague inoculation. Lyle can create potions that carry plagues and can take effect beyond the fifty-meter mystical range, but the effect can only produce physical symptoms, such as nausea and vomiting.

It also has regenerative abilities, but the treatment is unstable. Lyle creates potions to heal limb injuries, but will randomly grant one trait.

Imagine the embarrassment of using medication to stop bleeding only to trigger another bleeding episode.

Thus, Lyle became a true enigma, the Plague Doctor.

Chapter 88 A Great Addiction to Food

The chain-like light on his right hand began to dissipate, the illusion of fullness began to fade, and Lyle's body began to accept new magic and new abilities.

He was eager to test his new abilities, but for himself, the results were like chewing wax. The plague he contracted was like larvae returning to their nest, and the raging beasts inside Lyle were as comfortable as domestic dogs.

Lyle looked around. The only living creature was Kayla, but who would experiment on their own friend? Besides, Lyle had a feeling that if he tried it, the consequences would be dire.

In fact, this disease could also be used on plants, but that was not the result Lyle wanted. Who would bother to deal with a plant? Looking at the white datura flowers standing gracefully in the sunlight, these flowers of the dead were as white as the dawn.

Lyle's vision suddenly blurred. He felt himself in a darkness dotted with light. He was soaking in a pool, a pool filled with a liquid that shimmered with gold. No, it was an ocean, a luminous ocean immersed in the void.

As the shimmering liquid soaked his body, comfort and warmth filled Lyle's mind, and he wished he could sleep like that forever.

However, some people just love to ruin this atmosphere.

A sense of oppression suddenly arose in Lyle's heart, and the sense of security brought by the gentle light of the ocean vanished.

Anxiety, fear, and madness appeared one after another.

When extreme emotions consume human thought, primal animal instincts will come into play.

It made Lyle stare at the mirror-like surface of the lake not far away.

At first, there was no difference.

Suddenly, a corner of the water rose up, as if a naughty child had thrown a stone from it, creating ripples upon impact.

The little horn did not fade away; it continued to bulge and rise, breaking through the shimmering liquid film to reveal black, spiraling keratin—a protruding, curved spire that kept rising from beneath the water's surface.

Two, not far away, another spire, a mirror image of itself, appeared as it rose. They were a pair, perhaps symbols of some exotic civilization, religious structures, for Lyle could not help but bow down in worship upon seeing them.

Beneath the two spires, a white, hemispherical landmass was revealed, and this exotic city-state seemed to be fully displayed before Lyle.

Lyle was immersed in the luminous liquid, watching the enormous thing continue to appear.

But gradually, a sense of fear crept up my spine.

The "island" showed no other buildings, only two spires standing proudly at either end on the round, bare "island".

It wasn't until those enormous holes appeared that Lyle realized his mistake in perception.

The hollows embedded in the round, bony shell contained nothing but the constant surge of fear that welled up within the body when being stared at.

That's not a spire, that's not an island.

It was a giant, a giant with curved horns on its head, a round mask on its head, and empty eye sockets, a giant whose mere appearance spread fear.

He rose from the golden ocean, while the luminous liquids sank, yet could not bring Him any holiness.

Lyle stared at the giant, who was staring back at him, and Lyle was forced to stare back at him as if an invisible hand was roughly pulling at his eyelids, preventing him from closing his eyes and facing the horror.

The ocean of holy light surged with waves, and He stretched out His hand from beneath the ocean. It was as thin as a withered branch, its joints fixed by a simple, enormous knot, and its five claws, like those of a vengeful ghost, reached out toward Lyle.

The word, uttered from the void by a sharp, cunning voice, overwhelmed Lyle's consciousness with fear.

"Lyle".

……

What woke me was a sharp pain, but it seemed mild at the moment.

Medusa bit Lyle on the side.

“Lyle!” she slid from her waist to her shoulder. “You’ve been standing still for an hour.”

Is it a hallucination?

"Thank you, Medusa, but I was in an accident an hour ago, and it took you so long to wake me up?"

"What is descending upon you is holy light. I will not interfere with the holy light unless an hour is too long."

"A call of the Holy Light?" Lyle rubbed his lower back, the fear in his heart gradually dissipating, and the physical pain began to take over. "After I advanced to the first level of the Lock?" When did the Holy Light learn to have multiple powers? Wasn't it supposed to reject all heretical forces?

"I'm not sure, maybe you should consult a professional."

Lord Raymond? Although I don't really want to see him, the fear and doubt brought about by the giant compel me to ask.

Lyle and Kayla left the cave, and the lush foliage in front of them cheered them up considerably.

Lyle stretched, and the Talent Ball crawled up his body.

It's a size bigger, has an unhealthy dark green hue, and is more deformable, but the rough texture of its surface doesn't feel very good.

"Gurgle." It stretched out two tentacles and touched its own body. It didn't seem to like the rough feeling. The tips of the tentacles secreted corrosive liquid and scrubbed the keratin on the surface of the sphere.

The liquid fell onto Lyle's shoulder due to gravity, but it did not corrode his clothes.

Lyle swung his arm, and the dripping liquid flowed back into the ball's body.

I can now control the ball's secretions; thanks to the increase in magic power, my control over this cheat-like talent has improved significantly. Our connection has deepened.

It was clearly surprised as well, and reached out its water-flowing tentacles to touch Lyle's arm.

Lyle smiled. As his power increased, the two showed signs of merging. However, he had given it sentience, looking at this independent talent that had helped him many times before.

This trip is also to create an independent entity for it.

"My talent, would you like a name for it?"

"Gurgle?"

Lyle looked at its surface, realizing he was terrible at naming things. "How about 'Watery'? After all, your default form is a big water ball."

"Gurgle."

The "Grunt" was the sound Lyle made when he first used the ball to make soup, and it became the ball's only language afterward. But their connection allowed Lyle to hear its joy.

"Then it's you, Shui Shui."

Echer came over carrying a bulging sack.

"Did you get the Sword Dance Mandala, Lyle?"

"got it."

“Then let’s go back. I happen to have a fool here who needs a job.” Echel patted the sack. Greer’s body was inside. Without Lyle’s necromancy support, he needed a permanent resurrection ritual, a spell that Lyle couldn’t perform yet.