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

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Only at this moment did Logo truly understand why Jiuyou had mentioned this number.

"I see..." Logo rubbed his throbbing temples, a wry smile on his lips. "It's not a number she just mentioned; it's exactly my current limit."

The mental power of a mid-level level two mage is not inexhaustible.

Controlling the undead requires a certain amount of mental strength, and Logo's current mental strength is about that much; any more undead would be beyond his control.

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On the second night after completing the first phase of the assessment, Logo dragged his slightly tired body back to the dormitory. As soon as he pushed open the door, a bone-chilling cold air rushed in, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point instantly, with even a thin layer of white frost forming on the windowpane.

Logo was not alarmed. He closed the door behind him and calmly looked at the shadows beside the desk.

There, a phantom-like and graceful figure was suspended in mid-air, a purple veil fluttering in the wind, her exquisite face carrying a hint of languor and nobility—it was none other than the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds.

"Three months."

Nine Netherworld Queen's captivating eyes swept over Luo Ge, her tone tinged with barely concealed surprise. "I originally thought it would take you at least half a year to assemble this undead squad, but you completed it halfway ahead of schedule. It seems the Ancient King didn't choose the wrong person."

Five undead at the advanced stage of the Warrior level, and twenty undead at the Servant level. For a mage who had only recently entered the mid-level, this was simply a fantasy. But with Logo's strange, dark plant-based abilities, everything became perfectly logical.

"Just lucky." Logo walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water, even though it was already frozen. "Now that you've passed the test, shouldn't you get some reward?"

"A reward?" Jiuyou chuckled, her figure flashing before Luo Ge. Her cold fingers lightly touched Luo Ge's forehead. "To survive and possess this power is the greatest reward for you. Want tangible benefits? We'll talk about that when you're truly qualified to stand before Sha Yuan."

Logo shrugged, as expected. This old lady was no pushover.

"Now that you've passed the first test, let's hear about the second one." Jiuyouhou's smile faded, and her expression turned serious. "The next test will determine whether you can truly bear the weight of that position."

"Listen, Log. I want you to raise both your necromancy and plant magic to the highest tier within two and a half years!"

"What?!"

Even though Logo was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but gasp.

Two and a half years? High-level dual-system?

It's important to understand that it takes an ordinary mage two to three years to progress from the beginner to the intermediate level, and crossing from the intermediate to the advanced level is an insurmountable gap that countless people can't cross in their entire lives! Even for geniuses from top families, reaching the advanced level at this age is almost an impossible task.

"What? Scared?" Jiuyou Hou raised an eyebrow, her tone slightly provocative. "If you can't do it, then you'd better go back to your comfortable nest and stop dreaming of touching the Abyss of Evil."

Logo remained silent for a moment, his mind racing with calculations.

At a normal cultivation speed, this would be an absolute pipe dream. But he's different; he possesses a mutated plant-type ability! That terrifying power to devour life force and replenish himself is his greatest advantage. As long as there's enough nourishment, his cultivation level can skyrocket like a rocket.

"Afraid?" Logo raised his head, a glint of crazed fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. "No, I'm thinking, if I finish ahead of schedule, shouldn't you kowtow to me?"

"Heh, quite the boast." Queen Jiuyou snorted coldly, her figure gradually dissipating into the air. "Then let me see if your skills are as tough as your mouth. Remember, only two and a half years."

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Logo stood on the playground of the ancient capital academy, looking at the gray sky in the distance, silently calculating the time in his mind.

He has been at the ancient capital university for more than a semester, and with the previous three months, he has far exceeded the time limit he originally applied for with Principal Zhu.

More importantly, time is running out before the catastrophe in Bo City.

"It's time to go back."

Logo clenched his fist. He was now a mid-tier level two necromancer, and his plant magic had reached mid-tier level one. He also commanded five powerful generals and a group of undead minions. In Bo City, this force would be absolutely unstoppable.

However, facing that commander-level winged wolf and the Black Vatican's meticulously planned conspiracy, he alone was absolutely no match for it.

He needs a helper, a strong one who can keep things under control.

That afternoon, Logo found the head of the Necromancer Department at the Ancient Capital Academy.

"You're going back?" The department head, an elderly professor with graying hair, looked reluctant to see Logo go. "Logo, you're our precious darling, don't you really want to transfer here? Bo City is such a small place, its resources can't compare to ours."

"Director, I'm also reluctant to leave here." Logo looked sincere. "But the school is pressuring me, and I have some personal matters to attend to at home. But don't worry, I promised Jiuyou... cough, I promised myself that I would become the strongest necromancer."

Seeing that Logo was determined to leave, the department head couldn't force him to stay and could only sigh, "Alright, since it's an exchange program, it will eventually come to an end. I'll have someone take care of the formalities for you."

"Um... Director, I have a favor to ask." Logo rubbed his hands together, revealing his true intentions. "As you know, my necromancy skills have reached a critical stage, and I still need guidance on many advanced necromancy spells. After returning to Bo City, there are no professional necromancy instructors there, and I'm afraid I might take the wrong path in my cultivation."

"So, could the university send a mentor to accompany me to Bocheng for a period of time? Perhaps as a form of... sending teachers to rural areas? Or a joint training program?"

The department head paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Logo's reason was plausible, but it was indeed reasonable. The Necromancer discipline is unlike other disciplines; if you train it incorrectly, it can easily lead to death. Such a promising talent—if he were to be ruined by training him back home, the Ancient Capital Academy would be heartbroken.

"That is a problem," the department head nodded. "Do you have any candidates?"

"Mentor Han Lang is quite good," Logo said immediately. "Mentor Han has taken good care of me during this time, and his expertise in necromancy is profound. I think he is a perfect fit."

Han Lang, a senior lecturer in the Necromancer Department of the Ancient Capital Academy, and a high-level necromancer!

This is Logo's goal.

Bringing a high-level mage back to Bo City is not only for guiding cultivation, but also to have an extra trump card to turn the tide when disaster strikes!

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