Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The shattered ice fragments reassembled, freezing the three deformed vertebrae on top of the frost.

Scales adhere to it.

The icicle fragments also contained Mr. Shiny's scales, which automatically burrowed into the joints of the spine, like steel nails driven into the crevices of bones.

The only flexible part of the skeletal mammoth was completely controlled.

Slow curse, weakness curse.

Lyle cast a curse on the behemoth, slowing its thought process and buying it a little time before the three powerful bony noses shattered the ice and broke free.

Nia climbed onto its skull, and the hooks in the suction cups on its arms caught its eye sockets, beginning a struggle.

The behemoth roared in pain and used its last ability.

Two long bone spurs shot out from the two vertebrae behind its skull, piercing through Nia's body.

Black blood splattered onto the skull, causing the flames of the soul within to flicker.

These injuries were not fatal to Nia, but they did ignite her ferocity.

Nia let out a high-pitched scream, a scream that would give anyone a slight headache.

Flesh and blood riot, flesh and blood tentacles.

From the sutures where the giant beast's skull connected to its body, the blood that had been dripping in transformed into tentacles, helping Nia to push the skull out.

"Ahhhh!"

A click.

The giant beast's skull was torn in two by Nia's tentacles and shattered completely.

"Nia succeeded."

Before they could even properly celebrate, a powerful magical force suddenly erupted from within the wreckage of the running behemoth.

"It's Revenge of the Dead 2.0."

"what is that?"

"A magic spell that makes a corpse explode."

"Self-destruct? Run!"

Lyle and the others jumped out of the car quickly and rolled around on the ground several times.

The running behemoth finally exploded not far away.

Bones were scattered everywhere.

……

Mr. Dragon smiled as he looked at the suddenly disappeared marker on the map.

"Ah, the real hunt is about to begin."

……

The four men who had collapsed on the ground got up at the same time. They looked at each other, but there was not much joy of victory on their faces.

Mr. Flexibility was the first to act; he immediately started jogging and rushed toward the pile of bones from the giant beast's split pieces.

Lyle and Shiny followed closely behind.

Frost Nova.

A ring of icy energy appeared on their manipulated bodies, freezing the two in place for less than a second, but it successfully interrupted their progress.

Mr. Shiny rebuked him, even though he already knew the answer.

"Manipulation, what are you doing?"

"I'm just taking an exam. The topic is hunting monsters." He held the ice-blue cane in his hand, pointing it directly at Lyle. "Only monsters can survive on this land."

"Mr. Plague Doctor, could you please turn this 'monster' into my exam points?"

Chapter 149 A Great Imagination

A chilling cold permeated the air, perhaps due to Lyle's psychological manipulation, or perhaps due to the icy magic he was displaying, or maybe both.

His movements were as if he had just stepped out of a sauna, with wisps of white smoke rising from his body like ribbons—condensed magic. Just like the small icy spike at the tip of his wand, sharp and gleaming, like a raised blade piercing Lyle's eye socket.

"Do you think you alone can stop me and the Plague Doctor? Manipulation. We will defeat you before your brother creates a creation capable of turning the tide."

Mr. Shining didn't choose to stand idly by; he firmly stood by Lyle's side. If the Shifter truly created the necromancer, the two brothers would surely seize all the skeletal materials, leaving him with not a single bone. To ensure his efforts weren't in vain, he had to quickly defeat the Manipulator alongside the Plague Doctor, and then deal with the Shifter. After the two brothers had turned hostile, there was no longer a peaceful solution; they were both prey and hunter.

Mr. Manipulation hadn't lost faith, even though Shiny's words were exactly true. He cracked his neck, making a snapping sound. Completely ignoring Shiny's threat, Mr. Manipulation stared directly at Lyle.

"Plague Doctor, although defeating you so easily is not what I wanted to see, I have no reason to throw away a victory that is within my grasp. Unfortunately, Plague Doctor, well... I will personally remove your bones and turn you into materials to assemble my creations, and together with your remains, we will become the first place in this test. Plague Doctor, please stay by my side and witness my power."

Lyle had black lines above his head. What kind of morbid statement is this? Is this manipulation insane?

It was just an exam; was it really necessary to kill a classmate and then desecrate his body? Lyle internally rejected the idea of ​​the manipulator.

Lyle tilted his head at this manipulation.

"Your time has come, Mr. Manipulation."

Plague messenger, symptoms, stagnation.

Lyle had long noticed that his classmates were extremely uncomfortable with a rigid state of body movement, as if they had no muscle tissue to move their bodies.

From beginning to end, the Plaguebringer's target wasn't just the Bone Mammoth. It should be said that Lyle, having been influenced by Andrei for so long, had already become somewhat ruthless. Before the exam even began, Mr. Dragon had already determined there would be a first-place winner; the others were merely enemies.

Looking at the manipulator, whose entire body was trembling and desperately trying to move, his current stiffness was a stark contrast to his previous boasts.

Lyle, unusually amused, walked up to the controller, his bird-beak mask facing the controller's mask, before finally brushing past him.

"I'm afraid I can't participate in your creation modification, Mr. Manipulation. But don't worry, I won't do anything to harm your body, nor will I retaliate like you have."

"Why?" Surprisingly, the frozen state of the manipulation still allowed for normal speech. "Is it because I'm not good enough to earn your approval?"

"No, I just find this behavior offensive." Playing with a classmate's remains is really a bad thing.

“…I understand now. No one can even enter your field of vision. Is this the vision of a rising star in necromancy? Arrogant and aloof…I am still a little lacking.”

"..." Lyle realized that he and the manipulator were not in the same world.

“I… and my brother… will impress you, Doctor of Plague.”

"If the opportunity arises, I'll be waiting to see," Lyle replied casually.

"No, you've already seen it. Adaptive consecration abilities, including high-speed construction."

"High-speed construction? What does that mean?"

"It means..."

Lyle suddenly felt a chilling sense of danger creeping down his spine, like a bee's sting piercing his bones. He swiftly dodged, narrowly avoiding the flying bone spike.

The strong wind whipped his clothes, and a meter-long bone spur burrowed completely into the soil in an instant.

Mr. Flexibility stood not far away, a spherical ball of white bone fragments, resembling a sea urchin and covered in bony spikes, hovering in the air. Mr. Flexibility waved his hand and then spoke the words that Manipulation wanted to say.

"It means... I can create undead creatures very, very quickly. Mr. Plague Doctor, we've won this battle for resources." Mr. Flexibility gave a new instruction, the skeletal sea urchin spun around, and a sharp bone spike was pointed at Lyle. "Alright, Mr. Plague Doctor, can you give me back my brother now?"

Lyle concealed himself behind the manipulation, his wand bearing the purple mark of the Exhaustion Curse, threatening Flexibility, "Then trade some bone materials for your dear brother, Mr. Flexibility."

He paused for about a second, then seemed to finally understand.

"Let's just smash my brother together with you. It's okay, I'll put him back together later."

A rain of spears made of bones enveloped Lyle, as did Mr. Manipulation.

Lyle frantically dodged while gripping the controls, muttering in his ear, "He's gone mad, your brother's gone mad! He just killed the hostage on sight." Is he some kind of special forces soldier from the US?!

The manipulator, on the other hand, was much calmer. "Isn't this normal behavior? I would have done the same. Brother, what good are the materials?"

Cursing under his breath that they were all lunatics, Lyle threw the controller to the ground and fled in panic.

……

Once he was sure he was safe, Lyle stopped and began to breathe.

On this silent, gloomy land, only the voice of one living being could be heard.

"The first hunt ended in failure, well, not quite a failure."

Nia emerged from the shadows in another location and handed Lyle a dark purple chimera pouch.

Before the skeletal mammoth exploded, Nia had already disguised herself, turning into a black shadow, and rushed towards the pile of materials just before the shockwave disappeared.

"Nia got something good!"

Lyle poured out all the bone materials he had collected. The most eye-catching of them were the three enormous, deformed vertebrae, which glowed with a faint light. These were deformed materials, exceptionally high-quality deformed materials. As the most powerful weapon of the mammoth, these were perhaps the most valuable materials among the spoils of the hunt.

“Distorted materials, huh?” Lyle couldn’t help but smile and laugh at his past self as he recalled that disastrous modification course.

He looked into Nia's large eyes and saw his own bizarre plague doctor attire reflected in her black, vertical pupils.

“Surprise them, Nia.”

Nia climbed onto Lyle's back, her tentacles waving excitedly in the air.

"Experience the amazing ideas from the information age! Nia must be number one!"

Advanced modification!

Chapter 150 Powerful Creation

The crowd outside the examination hall stared at the massive stone slab before them, its skull markings shattered one by one. At the very spots where those skulls had broken, as if seeds had been planted, new skull imprints sprouted and bore fruit. Above those skull markings, magic had conjured small headbands, like tiny crowns, some of which bore one or two vertical bone spurs.

Mr. Dragon nodded in satisfaction. "This year's candidates are much better at teamwork than last year. So many new creations have been made so quickly." He carefully looked at the headbands on the new students' marks and tapped his bone staff lightly with his fingers. "It's just that the creation strength is a bit uneven, and the average is a little weak."

Someone in the audience raised a question.

"Mr. Dragon, what do those bone spurs on your crowns mean? Are they any different?"

"Without bone spikes, it's a very basic creation," the dragon casually swept his hand, gesturing to most of the newcomer markings along the way. "One bone spike represents a creation's strength reaching level one, like this one," he pointed to a marking with a single bone spike on a crown. "Similarly, two spikes represent level two strength," the dragon barely managed to find a marking with two bone spikes, almost missing it earlier. "Perhaps creating a level two creation is a very simple matter for most of you here, but remember they are newcomers. Whether you at their level can create creations of your own level is another matter entirely. It's quite normal for a necromancer creation with a controller to exert strength beyond its own level, because they have brains."