The verdant expanse of the forest, once a refuge to kill the time, now held an air of uncertainty and danger for Long Su.
The hunters' audacious assault served as a stark reminder—never underestimate the cunning of humanity.
If the attacker's were a more formidable group that set their sights upon him, the consequences could prove dire.
With the lifeless dead body's of the Silver Skin Monkey secured within the confines of his spatial ring, Long Su turned his gaze towards the direction of beast city.
He needs to change his style; the lonely path can't work any more.
As for choosing another hunter group, it needed more time to choose among all the groups in the city.
Thinking about all things, consider a path forward—one that suits him becomes clear—escort missions.
Such a path would grant him the opportunity to explore the far-flung reaches of this vast, untamed world.
The New World, an expanse teeming with powerful beings and untold dangers, remained a daunting prospect even for the most intrepid of humans.
Despite the establishment of many cities of human civilization in different areas, the lingering threat of attack shrouded the hearts of those daring enough to venture beyond human territory.
The escort missions were meant to visit these areas to search for new lands, searching for new monsters.
Sometimes you will visit other kingdoms in the new world to buy goods from them.
All of this is under the eye's of the Dragon Kingdom, so nothing bad will happen to you from other people.
You just need to be careful not to die in the other species
Other then that No one is stupid enough to steal or kill you under the surveillance of the government.
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The beast city teemed and lived with life, its tweets brimming with a diverse array of beings bustling in and out.
The thrum of activity filled the air, a cacophony of voices and the clatter of commerce testament to the city's vitality.
Amidst the chaos, Long Su navigated the familiar streets with purpose, his destination—the hunter center bulding —.
Within its halls, he was met with a bounty for his efforts; the photographic evidence of his 957 vanquished foes earned him a treasure trove of 9 magic stones, and the corpses of the beasts he had bested fetched a handsome sum of 340,000 gold coins.
As for the Silver Skin Monkey King who have the strength of a middle soldier-level Long Su was further rewarded with 3 credits , bringing his total to a respectable 42.
His works for the last month's just make him earn a total of 32 credit and this was the fastest way to earn credits
Though a modest sum, it was a bounty he accepted with gratitude, for even a single credit could prove the difference between having new spells and unit's buldings in the perilous world of lords
With his delivery and hunter center workers checked complete, he turned his attention to the sprawling mission board, its surface awash with promises of adventure and danger.
His gaze narrowed, focusing on the escort missions.
Long Su's focus was abruptly shattered by the insistent ring of his phone. Lifting the device to his ear, he was greeted by a familiar voice.
"Hi, Teacher," Long Su answered, a note of curiosity in his tone.
"Long Su," Professor Mo's voice crackled through the speaker, urgency tinging his words. "Drop everything and report to the laboratory tomorrow."
Before Long Su could offer a reply, the line went dead, the echo of his teacher's voice still ringing in his ears.
With a glance at his watch, Long Su calculated he could reach the portal gate before its closure.
A train ride would make it possible.
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Morning dawned, and Long Su found himself within the sterile confines of the laboratory, his arrival punctuated by hurried footsteps.
In the experience room, three dead werewolves lay, their once powerful forms now reduced to stillness on the cold ground.
Professor Mo stood nearby, his gaze fixed upon the fallen beasts with a palpable hunger.
"Good morning, Teacher," Long Su called, his voice echoing through the chamber.
The professor's attention shifted, his eyes bright with excitement. "Long Su, you've arrived. Excellent! Come, take a look at this spell and tell me your thoughts."
Long Su peered at the parchment in his teacher's outstretched hand; the words scrawled across its surface, stirring a sense of awe within him.
[Reviving the Dead]
Spell Effect: Creates skeleton units from the corpse, their level and abilities dependent on the source corpse.
Casting Time: 10 seconds
Spell Cost: 30
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"Teacher, where did you come across such a powerful spell?" Long Su could scarcely conceal his astonishment.
The notion of conjuring units from the remains of the fallen dead enemy, their strength mirroring that of their source, was a remarkable prospect.
The strategic potential was immense.
"The Imperial family has tasked our university with exploring this spell's potential," Professor Mo explained, "and its viability as a way to spread it on a national scale."
Professor Mo started speaking another question suddenly: " Student What would be the cost for a lord to summon an elite-level unit? And if humanity has so many lords, why haven't we cultivate an unstoppable army to claim dominion over our blue star and the new world with its denizens wealth?"
Long pondered these questions that suddenly emerged. "I would estimate the cost to be no more than $10,000, though I cannot be certain. As for your second question, I'm afraid I have no answer."
Long Su, still harboring the secret of his own unique ability to summon elite-level soldiers, merely offered his thoughts in response.
The reason he didn't tell the teacher about the dark warriors was all because he didn't know how to tell him or explain where he found the building to summon them.
So keeping silent and using them only in dangerous situations was the best choice.
As for the second question, it came to mind a long time ago, but I still didn't find any answer for it.
"The price of the staggering cost associated with summoning the dark warriors—a sum totaling half a million gold coins."
"The notion that other types of units could command a similar price or even more."
" its all because the lord's domain and resources are not infinite," Professor Mo continued, further emphasizing the magnitude of such expenses.
" the slow spead of cultivation and the fewer people reach higher level then the elite-level
"As for the cost of summoning a commander-level unit can exceed ten million gold coins and rare materials."
"Taking all of this in consideration, humanity still not strong enough "
The implications were profound. The spell they now possessed could grant an undead lord access to a formidable army without the burden of exorbitant expenditures.
"Today marks the inaugural trial of this spell; it can help all the undead lords to have many strong units without having to spend a single gold coin."
Professor Mo declared, his eyes blazing with anticipation. "Are you ready, Long Su?"
Long Su swiftly composed himself, the initial shock of the financial realities giving way to a steely resolve. "I am ready, Teacher."
Mastery of a new spell demanded time and experience, but Long Su's fortune lay in the presence of his mentor.
With Professor Mo guiding him through the process, the path to understanding was made clearer, the subtleties of necromantic art laid bare.
Comparing to the summoning was a corpse, a commodity that straddled the line between affordability and expense.
Higher-level corpses, however, commanded a steeper price, their remains coveted not only for bone and blood but for their utility in crafting weapons, shields, and a myriad of other items.
"Pay close attention, Long Su," Professor Mo instructed, his voice steady and commanding. "The process is about to begin."
Long Su's focus sharpened, his gaze unwavering as Professor Mo's magic began to flow.
The first step—the embalmment of the body—had already been completed, allowing them to dive straight into the crux of the ritual.
Death energy crackled around the werewolf's remains, its ethereal tendrils seeping into the lifeless flesh one piece at a time.
With a final surge of power, the entirety of the corpse was awash in the spectral glow, the dormant form awaiting the spark of reanimation.
Time ticked by, each passing second marked by the coalescence of death energy around the werewolf's corpse.
A haunting chorus of cracks and snaps filled the air as the energy permeated the lifeless form, an ominous prelude to the transformation unfolding before them.
Flesh began to slough away, as if consumed from within, the once formidable werewolf reduced to a macabre spectacle of desiccation.
In mere moments, all that remained was a grotesque tableau of exposed bone, devoid of blood and sinew.
Just as despair threatened to seize them, a spectral glow emerged from the depths of the werewolf's skeletal remains.
It snaked its way through the hollows of bone, at last igniting a pair of ghostly eyes within the skull head.
With a shudder, the skeletal form rose, standing at attention before Professor Mo.
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[Skeleton Man]
Level 2
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A heavy silence hung in the air, the disappointment palpable on the faces of both Professor Mo and Long Su.
Despite their meticulous efforts, the result was a mere shadow of the formidable adversary they had anticipated.
Level 2 and Level 3 are different in many ways.
According to the spell effect and the corpse level, the skeleton must reach level 3 at least.
There must be something messing
Or something went wrong.
"What could have possibly gone wrong?" Professor Mo mused aloud, the confusion etched upon his features.
"The corpse was undoubtedly of a beginner level... could the death energy have been the culprit?"
One question bled into another, a torrent of doubts and second-guesses that threatened to consume the seasoned practitioner.
It was then that Long Su posed a possibility, his voice a lifeline amidst the turmoil.
"Teacher, might the issue stem from external influences? Could the outside energy be to blame?"
Professor Mo's eyes sparked with the glimmer of recognition. "External influences... yes, that could be it! An excellent observation, Long Su!"
Invigorated by the new line of inquiry, the professor hastily retrieved a collection of magic stones from his spatial ring.
With deliberate care, he arranged them around the second werewolf corpse, their energies primed to bolster the spell.
Once more, the death energy encircled the lifeless form, and the harrowing metamorphosis ensued.
As before, the flesh withered away, revealing a grotesque lattice of bone.
The moment the skeletal figure lurched to its feet, an air of anticipation settled over the duo.
Their eyes darted to the apparition, breath held in anxious suspense.
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[Skeleton Man]
Level 3
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A surge of relief washed over Professor Mo and Long Su as the fruits of their labor were revealed.
This time, the corpse had retained its level, a testament to the potency of external energies in fueling the spell.