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

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This stark contrast left these college students, who usually considered themselves elites, feeling a deep sense of defeat.

The water mage who had been rescued was still gazing in the direction where Log had disappeared, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"So...so handsome..."

She murmured to herself.

It wasn't just his handsome looks; more importantly, it was his calm and composed demeanor in the face of danger, and his overwhelming power to obliterate everything with a mere flick of his wrist. In this world that reveres strength, this sense of security is an irresistible temptation.

"So young, yet so strong, and a mysterious and aloof necromancer..." Another light-elemental girl couldn't help but tug at her companion's sleeve and whisper, "Hey, if we could win him over, wouldn't we be able to do whatever we wanted when we went out to train? Just thinking about it makes me feel pretty good..."

"Stop dreaming. A genius of this caliber would definitely have high standards. Your little tablet wouldn't even qualify for the waiting list..."

"What if they like someone like me...?"

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After that night, Logo's name spread far and wide among the students of the ancient capital academy.

It's no longer because of the rare attribute of "the only undead type", but because of its solid battle record.

Rumors of various versions are flying everywhere, such as "A soon-to-be freshman soloing a horde of zombies outside the city," "The Grim Reaper with Dark Vines," and "A cold and aloof male god saving a beauty without leaving a trace."

As Logo walked around campus, he often sensed a change in the way people looked at him. Before, it was curiosity and inquiry; now it was awe, along with the fiery, almost infatuated gazes of many girls.

One day in class, Logo found several pink letters and heart-shaped breakfasts inexplicably in his desk.

Logo could only shake his head helplessly, casually stuffing the love letter into his bag (after all, he couldn't litter), and then fed his breakfast to the skeletal wolf in the summoning space.

Women will only slow down his sword-drawing speed.

In this perilous world, only power is the eternal truth.

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Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, Logo has been at the ancient capital academy for almost two months.

During this period, Logo's life was extremely regular and fulfilling. By day, he absorbed the profound knowledge of necromancy like a sponge in the necromancy classroom, which had only a handful of students. At night, he would quietly leave the school and sneak into the ancient capital, which was filled with the aura of death, becoming a hunter in the dark.

With the dual advantages of a mid-level necromancy master and a mutated plant master, he was practically in his element in the wild. The dark plant master was responsible for controlling and draining the life force of demons, the skeletal wolves were responsible for the direct kills, and he was responsible for the final soul collection and undead transformation. This efficient assembly line operation allowed his strength to increase at a visible rate every day.

It was late at night, dark and windy.

Logo returned to his dormitory after a night of hunting, still smelling of blood and exhausted.

"Looks like I'll have to find some time to refine those remaining soul fragments of those servant-level beings..."

As Logo mentally calculated his day's gains, he took out his keys and opened the dormitory door.

However, the moment the door was pushed open, Logo froze on the spot. His previously drowsy mind instantly cleared, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

There's someone in his single room!

By the light of the cool moonlight streaming in through the window, Logo saw a woman lying on her side on his otherwise somewhat messy single bed.

The woman wore an elaborate and gorgeous ancient court purple gauze dress, the hem of which spread out like clouds along the edge of the bed. She rested her forehead on one hand, her posture extremely languid, and her exquisite figure was faintly visible under the thin gauze, exuding a breathtakingly alluring charm.

Hearing the door open, the woman slowly raised her eyes.

Those eyes, seemingly drunk yet not sober, seemingly awake yet not sober, possessed a captivating, bewitching power. Just one glance from her made Luo Ge feel his heart skip a beat; even with his usually strong willpower, he almost lost his composure at that moment.

So beautiful, so alluring.

This is an allure that no human could possess; it's like a peerless fox spirit straight out of a ghost story.

But the next second, Logo's rationality regained control.

This is the single dormitory area for the Necromancers at the ancient capital academy, right next to the faculty apartments. Security is tight, so how could a woman dressed in ancient costume just walk in?

Moreover, although the woman did not exude any terrifying pressure, Logo's keen undead intuition was frantically alarming him!

This woman is extremely dangerous!

More dangerous than any commander-level demon he had ever seen!

"Who are you?"

Logo quickly took a half step back, and the dark plant-based star trails had already quietly connected in the palms behind his back.

Faced with Log's wariness, the woman on the bed simply chuckled softly, a laugh that sent shivers down her spine.

"Is this the person the king has taken a liking to?"

The woman slowly sat up, her movements as elegant as a noble concubine stepping out of an ancient painting. She looked Luo Ge up and down, her originally charming eyes revealing an undisguised disdain and disappointment.

"His looks are passable, but his skills... tsk, they're pitifully weak. Are all young people these days so unambitious?"

Upon hearing the word "King," and considering the other party's ancient attire and unfathomable strength, a thunderbolt instantly struck Luo Ge's mind.

In the ancient capital, only one person could be called king!

And to appear here in this manner, one must be a powerful female undead...

"You are... one of the Eight Dead Kings, the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds?!" Logo blurted out, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

"Oh? You do have some sense, you didn't mistake me for one of those wandering ghosts."

The woman, also known as Jiuyou, lightly waved her sleeve, and her figure instantly became illusory. The next second, she floated directly in front of Luo Ge, her beautiful face less than ten centimeters away from him.

A faint, cool fragrance, like that of orchids, wafted over, but beneath this fragrance lay an overwhelming aura of death.

"Since you've guessed it, then I won't waste any more words." The Nine Netherworld Queen's tone became a bit more serious, though it still carried a hint of steeliness. "I've come here this time on the King's orders to be your examiner, you who are in the reserve."

"Reserve? Examiner?" Logo took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He had kept that ancient king's dream in his heart, but it felt somewhat unreal, and he even wondered if it was just a figment of his imagination. But now, with the Nine Netherworld Queen standing alive before him, it was undeniable!

He, Logo, was truly chosen by that emperor of all ages, and was qualified to inherit the Abyss of Fiends and control the Undead Empire!

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