Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Good luck, Doctor of the Epidemic," Mr. Dragon said before leaving.

He knew that the epidemic prevention team would achieve a very good result.

Because he manipulated things behind the scenes.

As a specially appointed instructor of Andrei's necromancy, he knew the Bone Forest as well as he knew his beloved animals, perhaps even better. The area he assigned to Lyle was precisely the one with the most distorted material.

Luck? That's a lie. You have to take control of your own destiny.

If finding materials is like panning for gold, then the epidemic doctor is now standing on a rich vein of ore.

Even if he kicks away a pebble, he can find a piece of mutated bone.

With the support of a large quantity of high-quality distortion materials, even if you glue them together, as long as they can move, their strength is unmatched by ordinary creations. In other words, it's so-called "even a fool could win," hahaha.

The dragon did this for educational purposes.

Recently, necromancy has become increasingly neglected by newcomers at Andre. As a required subject, this kind of knowledge that everyone possesses holds little appeal for these novelty-seeking young people, who prefer more obscure and esoteric knowledge. They only learn a superficial understanding of necromancy before abandoning it. In this environment, the development of necromancy is slow, far behind the Magic Research Society and Advanced Magic Research Society, which newcomers are desperately trying to join.

As one of the few remaining traditional masters of spirit possession, the dragons hope that someone will inherit this school of thought and carry it forward.

The doctor who treats epidemics is an ideal good student.

Being close to oneself is one aspect; the epidemic doctor's personality is indeed like that of a calm scholar, and his amazing performance in class before left a deep impression on everyone.

The dragon intended to set a perfect example; he didn't want his prized disciple to develop a bad impression of consecration due to bad luck.

On the other hand, if the epidemic doctor also did his best in transforming creations.

A perfect student can be an inspiration to other students. They will realize that it's not that the knowledge of séance isn't profound enough, but rather that their own abilities are lacking—in other words, they are simply incompetent. This will make them value the subject and perhaps even specialize in séance in the future.

Mr. Dragon, humming a smug tune, strolled away, lost in his own little scheme.

For a teacher as dedicated and responsible as myself to education to have planned something so meticulously, my goodness! I'm amazed that I even came up with this perfect, 100% successful plan to create a top student.

Fine, let me see how the other struggling students are doing. New students, you still have a lot to learn.

Hahahahaha.

……

Lyle was unaware of Mr. Dragon's plan. He looked at the ground beneath his feet with utmost seriousness, his mind still replaying the details Mr. Dragon had explained.

"Nia, begin the summoning."

"Ah."

Nia was behind Lyle, like a large net spread out, with numerous tentacles reaching out in all directions, like a black sun.

Lyle extended his palm, synchronizing his magic with Nia's.

The dead have been resurrected.

The ground beneath their feet instantly churned violently like a surging tide.

The resulting commotion affected nearby students.

"A perfect resurrection spell."

Mr. Dragon smiled, his 100% chance of winning becoming 200%.

Lyle stared in astonishment at the tall figures rising from the soil.

"Aren't aberrant creatures supposed to be rare? Did I trade my lifespan for luck?"

Chapter 128 Masterpiece

A gigantic human skeleton, its bare body as tall as a skeleton golem; a human skeleton with a left arm covered in sharp barbs and finger bones that had turned into claws; a human skeleton with wingspans ten meters long growing from its shoulder blades; a lizard skeleton with a head enlarged; a starfish-like spine that looks like five vertebrae growing together.

Before Lyle lay nothing but grotesque skeletal remains, utterly devoid of any semblance of normalcy. Not a single one was normal. Nia reached out her tentacles towards the corpses; it must be said, Nia seemed remarkably at peace with them. The evil god and his monstrous army.

Without dwelling on the details, Lyle began his studies.

Dispel the magic that drives them, and the deformed skeletal monsters scatter like a collapsing pile of dominoes.

Lyle began picking what he wanted from among them. For someone with a medical background like himself, this was a rather painful process. Because every bone in your field of vision was telling you one thing: I am sick, I am deformed, I am disabled, I am not normal.

This part has swollen fingertips at the distal end, making normal movement impossible. That part has osteoporosis, and the bone marrow is covered with unknown debris, also making normal movement impossible. The skull in front of us has protruding teeth, and the mouth cannot close properly. Forcing it to close would tear the masseter muscles and lips, causing massive bleeding. People with this skull would either starve to death or bleed to death, as they are unable to move normally.

Lyle wasted a lot of time mentally trying to determine the illness.

In a panic, following the foolish modification method once taught by Mr. Dragon, they connected the deformed bone fragments together.

This Frankenstein's monster, which he had cobbled together and which was rejected by both the medical and physical fields, could actually move. Lyle fell silent.

Indeed, reality is the most absurd thing.

There was still a short time before Mr. Dragon came to inspect, and Lyle looked at his ugly creation.

Honestly, Lyle knew that wasn't enough. This work was merely a compilation of the strengths of his predecessors, lacking any originality whatsoever. Mr. Dragon had shown him such care and concern, and he was going to use something like this to appease his painstaking guidance? No, he would display his full talent, reach his pinnacle, and conquer him with true art.

……

Mr. Dragon looked at the lizard-shaped creation in front of him and nodded.

"Shining, introduce your creation."

"Very well, Mr. Dragon. This is the Skeleton Lizard I assembled from 1,246 skeleton pieces. It contains the skeletal structures of humans and other creatures, serving both combat and riding purposes. I combined the characteristics of the Atlantean King Lizard and the Christ Lizard; it has a sturdy body, and its six legs have webbed feet with flesh covering the toe bones, allowing it to adapt to all terrains, even walking on liquids. I also added a bone hammer similar to that of an Ankylosaurus, right on its tail."

"The part I'm most proud of is its exoskeleton. That's right, the secret is scales. I used blue whale cartilage and drilled many tiny holes in it that are invisible to the naked eye. Those adorable scales are inside. They will adhere to the body surface as needed, resisting blows, resisting magic, eliminating resistance, and carrying oxygen. Okay, the last one is a bit useless now, but one day my creation will become a huge hit, and then human customers will come to buy such a multi-functional mount. They can use this mount to survive in areas where ordinary people cannot live. Isn't that amazing!"

Before Mr. Dragon, the skeletal lizard changed its colorful scales according to Mr. Shining's instructions: golden yellow, deep black, dark green, maple red... Mr. Dragon did not listen to Mr. Shining's grand business plan, but instead counted the number of times the scales changed.

"One, two, three... eleven, eleven scales of live lizards, eleven blood debts!" ​​If it weren't for the fact that Shining had toned down considerably after its warning, the dragon would have wanted to strangle him right now—no, to free his skull from its body's constraints and let it roll freely.

“A very good idea, Mr. Shining, but please don’t be arrogant. There are always people better than you, and there are always mountains beyond mountains. Please keep up your passion for necromancy, and it will definitely not let you down.”

"Thank you, Mr. Dragon."

The dragon arrived in another area, where a pair of twin trainees, Manipulation and Adaptation, were located.

First, there was the creation he manipulated: a slender, humanoid skeleton. The endoskeleton had been hollowed out, exposing red flesh at the tips. He discovered a piece of mutated flesh, a layer of spiderweb-like crimson tissue covering the surface of the human body.

“Mr. Manipulation, your creation has no exoskeleton structure. I’m not sure if you did it intentionally, but without an exoskeleton, it would be very fragile.”

"As long as I don't get hit, that's fine. If I dodge all the attacks, its ability to withstand blows becomes meaningless. And that's exactly what I can do."

Manipulating its own magic, the dragon saw the energy flow within the deformed, spiderweb-like flesh.

"Beautiful magic network model. I almost forgot that you are one of the rising stars of the Magic Research Society. Your skills are quite superb."

"The magic network model allows me to precisely manipulate every bit of energy and every subtle movement of creation. I can dodge all attacks."

"Fantastic."

The dragon looked at his brother, Mr. Flexibility.

Behind him, a cube composed of skeletal structures floated in the air, rotating erratically, with many bone fragments being magically manipulated around it.

"Mr. Flexibility, may I introduce your creation?"

"Very well, Mr. Dragon. My survival principle is that no rules are the best rules. So, I used a complex magic network model to create a bone cube. Strictly speaking, it's not a creation, but just a device that operates according to my programmed instructions. So far, it functions to spray bone fragments."

"His strength is his versatility. He can gather, disperse, arrange and combine, and transform. And that's my favorite thing about him."

"Exoskeleton armor, attach."

The white bone cube instantly disintegrated, turning into countless bone fragments, a torrent of tiny pieces that adhered to the operator's humanoid creation, like a knight donning armor.

The bone fragments were connected by muscle tissue, forming armor with lava-like patterns. The bone fragments were pieced together to form a curved sword with spikes on the blade and fine debris flowing along the back. With a casual swing, the blade lengthened and cut down distant trees, while subsequent bone fragments struck the remaining parts like spikes.

"Fantastic."

Mr. Dragon turned and left, wiping away imaginary sweat from his brow. This year's students may lack ability, but their imaginations are certainly boundless.

The creations of those two brothers were so outstanding that they shook his own resolve, and he needed to immediately visit his best students to regain his confidence.

Within Lyle's work area, many misshapen materials were scattered haphazardly.

The dragon breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed there were enough materials.

Pushing aside the pile of bones, the dragon ventured inside. He found his student and also saw the creation beside him that surpassed his own imagination.

It took the dragon a long time to come to its senses.

"A skeleton soldier?"

Chapter 129 Make-up Lessons

The standard body structure—skull, neck, torso, limbs—is like a symbol of God's creation of man.

From head to toe, it all conveys the same message: I'm perfectly normal, so normal as to be ordinary.

Mr. Dragon once imagined what kind of ugly monsters he would create with that pile of mutated materials. Yes, although the dragon loved those giant beasts and the wonders of nature, he still retained human aesthetic sense.

The beauty embodied in the creations of the medical doctor during the epidemic truly exceeded his expectations, to the point of disappointment.

"Um... Plague Doctor, could you share your modification process with me?"

“Okay, teacher. His skull was pieced together from a heterodontoid bone and a piece of ape jawbone that I had been looking for for a long time. To ensure their fit, I did some minor grinding on the inside of the skull.”

"Why not just use the bone from the heterodontoma?"

"Why? Because the original skull couldn't close its mouth. Wouldn't that be too pitiful?"

Too pitiful? The kindness of his beloved disciple was making him somewhat irritated at this moment.

"Where did its arm come from? I remember that normal human arms are quite rare in this area."

"Yes, I spent a considerable amount of time searching before finally deciding to improve that deformed Qilin arm bone. Its overall shape still retains a few traces of normal human bone. I removed its barbs and polished and refined the surface, especially its mutated finger bones, those short and sharp bones. Even Nia spent a considerable amount of time on them."

Nia raised her black tentacles to express her meaning.

"The bones are hard and tough, and they taste terrible."

The dragon felt a little dizzy.

"Where did its normal leg bone come from?"

"I created it. I selected a thigh bone with a thickness close to that of a normal human and cut off one-tenth of its length. Don't worry about its normal use, sir. I have a medical background, so I preserved the joints on both sides and the cartilage tissue on them. The bone marrow inside was also well preserved, and Nia secreted a sticky mucus. Rest assured, sir, this modified thigh bone will function properly."