Name: Demond Oyehua
Identity: Earth Magic Apprentice
Background: Born in 334 of the New Continental Calendar in the Suhoi Kingdom, neighboring the Ruger Grand Duchy. His father was a blacksmith in the largest northern city of Suhoi, Kyiv. Demond showed great talent in earth magic at the age of six, leading to his apprenticeship under the mid-level earth mage Rosy in Kyiv. Demond is nine years old, with blond hair, green eyes, slightly dark skin, and his height and weight are unknown.
Magical Ability: Demond has been recorded using most basic earth magic spells, with his strongest skill being the Earth Elemental Armor. His offensive earth spells mainly focus on pinpoint earth spikes. However, his control over spells like Earth Wall and Mud Trap is lacking.
Summary: Overall, Demond, as an earth magic apprentice, doesn't pose a significant threat to other participants, unless his opponent is a dark magic apprentice.
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"Mr. Ander?"
After reading the information in his hands, Ander was surprisingly calm. He didn't show any signs of anger or frustration, which worried little Tina, who was standing nearby.
"Hmm? Oh... don't worry, I'm fine. By the way, Tina, with your current mental strength, how long can you keep me in the main world?"
Hearing Tina's concern, Ander snapped out of his thoughts and asked his question.
The report in his hands was very objective. Normally, a dark magic apprentice, after using Summon Soul, could only summon a level 1 or 2 skeleton soldier, and their mental strength could only support these skeletons for about half an hour.
Against an earth mage like Demond, who excels in Earth Elemental Armor, this was not a huge threat unless the dark magic apprentice had a lucky streak. The skeleton soldier's attack power wouldn't likely break through the armor. If Demond could endure for half an hour, waiting for the dark magic apprentice to exhaust their energy, defeating them would be easy.
The report even made some sarcastic remarks, but overall, it was still quite diplomatic, pointing out that most dark magic apprentices who hadn't mastered summoning stronger undead like ghosts or vampires were essentially useless.
"...I... I'm not sure how long exactly. But... but since you arrived, about half of my mental strength has already been used up."
Tina was uncertain, as she had no sandglass to measure time with, and her mental strength was visibly draining.
"Half?"
This surprised Ander, as he hadn't expected her to still have so much energy left after twenty minutes. Normally, when he came to the main world, he hadn't stayed long enough to exhaust her mental strength.
"Let's test it out. It's important to know how long you can sustain this," Ander said, more to himself than Tina.
He decided to summon a few servants to check. "I'm going to summon a few of my servants. Don't be scared."
After Tina nodded in acknowledgment, Ander used the Necromancer's Servant Pact to summon four skeleton mages.
With the sudden appearance of four skeleton mages in the small stone house, the space immediately felt cramped. Tina, thinking it might get uncomfortable, took off her shoes and sat on the bed, leaving the only chair for Ander.
"Mr. Ander... are you a Necromancer King?"
Sitting on the bed, hugging her knees, Tina finally asked the question that had been on her mind.
"A Necromancer King?"
Ander chuckled. He was amused that the little girl had been holding back her curiosity for so long. It reassured him, too. If Tina didn't have any doubts about his identity, that would actually worry him.
"Do you think I look like a Necromancer King?"
Ander sat down in the chair, crossing his legs, and shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable. He then raised two bony hands and placed them behind his head, making a gesture as if reclining.
Tina, wide-eyed, watched Ander's movements. When he transmitted his thought, she instinctively nodded. Afterward, she realized she might have hurt his feelings and quickly shook her head. Her face turned bright red, which Ander noticed despite the setting sun outside.
"Do you think I don't look like a Necromancer King?"
Ander deliberately feigned sadness to tease the little girl.
"Ah—no, no! Mr. Ander, that's not what I meant! I meant..."
Tina panicked, shaking her hands wildly in an attempt to explain, her face turning even redder.
"Hahaha, it's fine, Tina, don't worry. Actually, I'm not a Necromancer King at all. Well... to put it simply, I'm just a skeleton mage with some weird memories."
Ander laughed in the fire of his soul, half-jokingly explaining.
"Ah, I guessed it! Mr. Ander, you must be like the main character in the Dark Bible, right?"
Before Ander could respond, Tina eagerly cheered, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked at him.
This left Ander shocked, his jaw almost falling to the floor. The Dark Bible? Did this world have that, too? He vaguely remembered seeing something like it on a colleague's computer—something with a very particular cultural style.
"You don't know the Dark Bible, Mr. Ander? It's been popular in the main world for over a thousand years! I love the main character! Oh, I have a copy right here. Let me get it for you!"
Tina, noticing Ander's stunned reaction, blinked in confusion before eagerly grabbing the book from under her blanket to show him.
Ander, finally managing to get his jaw back in place, couldn't help but laugh once more.