“Master Wizard, is the outside world really like this?”
“Hmm, it’s different from what you remember, isn’t it?”
The speed of Ming Ya was remarkable.
With wings spread wide, it soared through the sky.
In just a day or two, they had completely left the territory familiar to Servia and ventured into more distant lands.
What came into view was a desolate scene reminiscent of Clawphire.
The undead roamed the deserted wilderness, trampling decaying houses, emitting meaningless hoarse sounds, aimlessly spreading across the world.
Occasionally, they could catch sight of living people.
But their numbers were far too few, nowhere near the prosperity that the girl remembered.
“Is that... the ruins of the royal capital?”
Suddenly, the emerald green of her eyes flashed with astonishment.
Servia saw the kingdom once belonging to the Clawphire family, that prosperous capital from a thousand years ago, now transformed into a city of the undead ravaged by wind and sand.
The number of undead wandering there was not just in the thousands or tens of thousands.
Even a rough glance would reveal a scale of at least several hundred thousand.
At this point, Servia finally gained a clear understanding of the changes in the wizarding world.
The beautiful past had completely turned into a memory; everything lost would not return.
She was a dead person who did not belong to this era.
In this new world, no one remembered her name.
Except—
As if recalling something, the girl nervously shifted her position to get closer to Xu Xi.
“Servia, are you afraid of heights?”
“No, Master Wizard, I’m just trying to protect you better.”
The brave Servia was a bit stubborn.
Her emerald eyes reflected the darkened sky and the silhouette of the man in front of her, inexplicably feeling a sense of security.
“Master Wizard, where are we going next?”
After calming down, the armored undead girl couldn’t help but ask curiously.
This was her first time.
Venturing far from the territory of the Clawphire family.
“If you’re asking about the destination, we will be heading to the Plateau of the Gods at the center of the world. I want to verify something there.”
“As for now, I’m looking for a suitable place.”
“To build a temporary workshop, reshape your armor and weapons, and teach you a new way of training.”
Xu Xi turned his head.
He looked at Servia, who was secretly moving closer.
His tone was somewhat helpless: “Servia, you could just sit over here directly.”
“Is that okay?!”
“Hmm, it is.”
Xu Xi took out a new cushion, laid it out beside him, and gestured for the girl to come sit.
Servia sat down.
Her posture was upright, the armor layered, exuding an indescribable heroism.
She did not forget to thank Xu Xi: “Thank you, Master Wizard.”
…
[After reading the information about the Tower of the White Crow, you noted several locations. Combining different historical materials, you deduced that something once happened at the very center of the wizarding world.]
[That place is likely the site of the ritual to summon the underworld.]
[You feel curious about this.]
[You want to explore the truth of the wizarding world while researching souls.]
[You think that perhaps at the Plateau of the Gods in the center of the world, you will see something different.]
[Even if there are no gains, it doesn’t matter.]
[The journey itself is the greatest treasure.]
[You can still improve your strength, continue to delve into the mysteries of life and death, and cultivate the weak brave girl, giving her the combat power to survive on her own.]
[For this, you are prepared to take a short break.]
【Prioritize changing Servia's outward appearance and guide her growth, testing Servia's qualifications as a sorceress.】
Half a month later.
Xu Xi brought Servia to a small town.
Here stood a wizard tower.
Its owner was an old wizard trapped in a dimensional realm.
If Xu Xi made an appearance, the old wizard would undoubtedly offer resources respectfully, even willing to hand over the wizard tower.
But Xu Xi had no interest in that.
He was only focused on the number of undead around the small town, thinking about how to harvest more soul fire.
"Hmm..."
"When I establish a wizard tower in the future, I must add a floating function to enable real-time movement."
"That way, I won't have to rearrange everything every time I reach a new place."
Outskirts.
Xu Xi muttered to himself, his hands glowing with brown light.
The uneven ground was leveled, and hidden workshop buildings were quickly constructed. On the solidified surfaces, extraordinary materials and experimental instruments were placed one by one.
These preparations were not for Xu Xi himself.
But for Servia Clawphire.
In the days to come.
Servia would accompany Xu Xi, inevitably interacting with others.
Naturally, her tattered appearance, which could no longer conceal her face, was no longer suitable for Servia.
"For her body, we should change to lightweight and sturdy magical armor."
"This will reduce Servia's burden and provide effective protection."
"As for her face, perhaps..."
"Not everything needs to be concealed."
Xu Xi pondered.
The girl's face was half transformed into the skeletal form of the undead, while the other half retained her living appearance.
Xu Xi thought that the flesh-and-blood half might not need to be hidden.
With the proper use of spells,
he could fill in the hollow half.
Then, with the addition of a cloak, veil, and other concealing items, he could create an illusion of a living person.
Just like in the magical world, where he concealed the demon traits of Krisa, making it impossible for anyone to see her true nature.
"Let's ask Servia what she thinks."
...
【Simulating the sixth year, autumn】
【You take Servia away from Clawphire and land in an unknown small town, preparing to complete her training and adjustments here.】
【You ask the girl whether to continue hiding her true face or to accept your help in having a half-real, half-fake appearance.】
【Hearing your question, Servia was stunned for a long time.】
【She happily chose to proceed.】
【Even if it wasn't a true restoration of flesh and blood, even if she still only had half a face, this outcome was enough to bring joy to the girl.】
【You begin preparing the necessary materials and corresponding tools.】
【You summon the brave to the temporary workshop.】
【"Yes, Master Wizard."】
【The brave skillfully removed her armor, allowing her skeletal body to lie flat on the experimental table, letting you work on her.】
Slime's mucus.
The liquefied substance from rubber fruit.
The shed skin of rock lizards.
In the bright and spacious workshop, Xu Xi sequentially called for the required materials.
Combining the wizard's spells with the blending of soul power,
a brand new product emerged.
A material that could be kneaded and shaped at will, possessing the tactile sensation of flesh and blood, appeared in Xu Xi's palm.
It couldn't replace the facial features Servia had lost.
But merely mimicking the shape,
it would easily mislead others into thinking that Servia had a normal human face.
"Servia, are you ready?"
"Yes, Great Shaman, please use my body."
Servia closed her eyes nervously.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
