All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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The plane roared as it landed at Xianyang International Airport.

The moment the cabin door opened and Logo stepped out of the plane with the flow of people, a completely different atmosphere rushed towards him.

Unlike the humid and mild climate of Bo City, the air here is dry, heavy, and even carries a faint, earthy smell. However, Logo could sense that the deathly aura of this ancient capital was far more intense than in Bo City!

It's so rich, so incredibly rich!

If the deathly atmosphere of Bocheng is like watered-down, low-quality beer, then the deathly atmosphere of the ancient capital is like aged vodka, so strong it gets you drunk.

"call……"

Logo stood on the covered bridge, ignoring the surprised looks from those around him. He took a deep breath, letting the air, mixed with the scent of death, swirl violently in his lungs before slowly exhaling.

The feeling was like an old smoker who hadn't smoked for a week finally lighting up a specially supplied Zhonghua cigarette and thoroughly enjoying the experience.

Cool!

"This is the ancient capital, this is the holy land of the dead." Logo's eyes gleamed with excitement. "We've come to the right place."

As Logo stepped out of the airport terminal, he was still looking around for a taxi when two middle-aged men in gray trench coats walked straight toward him.

"Excuse me, are you Logo?" one of the men, wearing thick-rimmed glasses and with messy hair, asked eagerly.

Logo took a wary half-step back: "I am. And who are you?"

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand!" Another slightly overweight man quickly waved his hand, took out an ID from his pocket and handed it over. "We are instructors from the Necromancer Department of the Ancient Capital Academy. I am Han Lang, and this is Zhou Tong. We received a call from Principal Zhu and came here specifically to pick you up."

Logo took the document and examined it carefully. It bore the seal of the Ancient Capital Academy and a magical anti-counterfeiting mark, so it certainly didn't look fake.

But he was still somewhat suspicious: "A professor from an ancient capital university personally came to pick me up from the airport? I'm just a high school student here on a temporary assignment, isn't this a bit too much treatment? You guys aren't scammers, are you?"

It's no wonder that Logo is suspicious. Ancient Capital Academy is one of the top-ranked universities in the country, and every tutor there is a high-level mage who is arrogant and disdainful.

It would be beneath him to personally come to the airport to pick up a high school student who hasn't even taken the college entrance exam yet.

The instructor named Han Lang gave a wry smile, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Luo Ge, you might have some misunderstanding about your current worth. Do you know how many necromancy-type cultivators awaken nationwide each year?"

"Necromancers are rarer than pandas! Especially in our ancient capital. Although this is the capital of the undead, those who can truly control undead are still incredibly few," Zhou Tong added, his eyes burning with the eagerness of someone looking at an uncut gem. "I heard you already possess a servant-level advanced undead? If another school snatches it away, our department head will skin us alive!"

Logo suddenly realized.

It turns out it wasn't that I had a lot of influence, but rather that scarcity made things valuable. In this city ravaged by the undead, a talented necromancer is a strategic resource for the future.

"In that case, I'll trouble you two teachers." Logo lowered his guard and smiled.

We boarded the special bus of the ancient capital's university and drove smoothly into the campus, which was full of historical vicissitudes.

The architecture of the ancient capital's academy leans towards a heavy and solemn style, with gray city walls and towering magic towers giving people a sense of indestructible security.

Upon arriving at the administration building, the process of completing the formalities was so fast that Logo was astonished.

He originally thought he would have to go through a series of tedious assessments, interviews, and forms to fill out, but the two mentors took him directly to the admissions office and slammed a document that had already been stamped on the table.

"This is your pre-admission notice." Instructor Han Lang handed the document to Logo and said with a smile, "As long as you don't get a zero in your academic subjects and don't make any major mistakes in your magic casting in next year's Magic College Entrance Examination, our Ancient Capital Academy's Necromancy Department will accept you. For the next six months, you will attend classes as an auditor, directly alongside the first-year students. This is your student ID."

Logo stared blankly at the still-warm student ID in his hand.

"That's it?"

"All done." Zhou Tong patted Logo on the shoulder. "Special talents deserve special access. Alright, your dorm is all set up, right next to the Necromancer's teaching building. It's a single room, convenient for your meditation at night."

Logo stood downstairs in the dormitory building, holding the keys, feeling like it was all too unreal.

In Bo City, he was a student who would fight tooth and nail for a spot at the Holy Spring; in the ancient capital, he had already become a prospective student of a top university before even taking the exam.

"It seems that choosing to come to Gudu was the best decision I ever made." Logo gripped his student ID card tightly.

The next morning.

Logo got up early and went to the necromancer department's dedicated teaching building according to the class schedule.

This building is located in the northernmost corner of the campus, surrounded by locust trees, making it gloomy and rarely frequented by students from other departments.

Logo was stunned when he pushed open the door to the lecture hall.

The huge classroom was completely empty.

Only a few people were scattered around in the first row. Logo counted them; including the professor who was organizing his lesson plans on the podium, there were only eight people in total!

"Um...did I go to the wrong classroom?" Logo stood hesitantly in the doorway. "Is this a general lecture for the Necromancers?"

The old professor on the podium looked up, and upon seeing Logo, a forced, unpleasant smile appeared on his serious face: "You must be Logo from Bo City, right? Come in, you've come to the right place. This is our necromancy department's family photo."

"A family photo?" Logo found a seat and sat down, looking completely bewildered.

A somewhat dejected-looking senior leaned over and whispered, "Junior, stop counting. In our Necromancer Department, from freshman to senior, we're all here. Two freshmen, three sophomores, two juniors, and seniors... oh, the senior went to train outside the city last month and accidentally fed some undead, so we're not counting you now. There are seven students in total."

"..." Log's lips twitched.

The total number of students across all four grades in the school is less than double digits?

This isn't just rare, it's practically an endangered species conservation center!

"Alright, now that the new students have arrived, let's begin the lesson." The old professor tapped the blackboard, his voice hoarse. "Today we'll be discussing 'The Influence of Different Corpse Materials on the Strength of Undead Summoning Creatures and Preservation Treatment.'"

Looking at the blood-red characters on the blackboard, and then at the senior students around him who were listening intently with fervent eyes, Luo Ge took a deep breath and opened his brand-new textbook.

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