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

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One, two, three... seven!

There were no obstacles, no resistance, and not even the slightest awkwardness.

A star trail exuding a chilling aura appeared perfectly before his eyes in just two seconds!

Half a year.

In just six months, he completed a journey that would take an ordinary person a year or even longer.

If this astonishing speed were to be exposed, it would definitely cause enormous trouble. In this society that values ​​connections and resources, a necromancer with no background but extraordinary talent would likely be taken in for questioning.

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; it's better to keep a low profile." Logo looked at the students on the playground who were still striving for their third and fourth stars, and silently made a decision in his heart.

Before he has enough ability to protect himself, he must be that ordinary student, Logo, who "awakened a rare type but has mediocre talent".

"Let's go, Mo Fan." Logger straightened up, concealing the glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "Let's go to the cafeteria to grab some food. If we're late, the braised pork will be gone."

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so earlier! Run!" Upon hearing about braised pork, Mo Fan instantly forgot about his cultivation troubles and dragged Luo Ge towards the cafeteria.

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"Although the training room at school is quiet, the elements in the environment are too cluttered."

After school on Friday, instead of going to the internet cafe or going home with Mo Fan as usual, Luo Ge carried his schoolbag and took a bus to the suburbs alone.

He gazed at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the window, pondering in his mind: "Necromancy is different from elemental magic. Fire magic is twice as effective when trained near volcanoes, and water magic progresses rapidly by the sea. But necromancy... requires death energy, the stagnant power of yin and evil."

The bus stopped at the terminal station. The driver glanced at Logo with a strange look in his eyes: "Young man, it's almost dark. What are you doing here? There's a crematorium up ahead."

"I'm going to pay respects to a distant relative," Logo casually made up an excuse as he pulled his hat down low and got out of the car.

As soon as I got out of the car, a cold wind blew in my face, carrying a unique chill that seemed to seep into my bones.

Before Logo stood the dusty gate of the Bo City Crematorium. To the west of the crematorium lay a vast, desolate mountain range, overgrown with weeds and strewn with jagged rocks—the largest mass grave in Bo City.

This is the most deathly place in Bo City.

For ordinary people, and even for the vast majority of mages, this place is an ominous place to be avoided at all costs. If an ordinary person stays here for too long, they will either become weak in their limbs or fall seriously ill.

But Logo, standing there, took a deep breath and a look of contentment appeared on his face.

"As expected, this is my home turf."

He could clearly feel countless gray-black energy particles floating in the air, cheering and leaping as if welcoming a returning king. The necromantic stardust within his body was more active than ever before, the seven stars shimmering with a dark light, spinning twice as fast as they had at school!

Logo avoided the crematorium staff, skillfully scaled a low wall, and slipped into the depths of the adjacent mass grave.

As darkness fell, the shadowy tombstones and withered trees around them appeared particularly menacing in the night. The occasional hooting of owls added to the eerie atmosphere.

Logo found a flat, large blue stone and sat down cross-legged. This place was located in the center of the mass grave, where the underground yin veins seemed to converge, and the yin energy was so dense that it almost turned into a tangible mist.

"Let's begin."

He closed his eyes and instantly entered a meditative state.

If cultivating at school is like drinking water with a straw, then here it's like a dam releasing floodwaters!

The dense aura of death and malevolent energy around him surged wildly into Logo's body through his pores, merging into the dark stardust. What was originally just a small clump of stardust, nourished by this energy, expanded outwards at a visible speed, its edges becoming even more profound and solidified.

The blissful feeling of his soul being nourished almost made Logo groan out loud.

One hour of training here is equivalent to a whole day of training at school!

"Is this what makes the necromancy system so special?" Logo thought to himself, "Like a fish in water in the land of the dead."

As night deepened, the eerie winds within the mass grave grew increasingly fierce, as if countless unseen shadows lurked all around. Anyone else would likely have been terrified out of their wits, or their minds would have been corrupted by the malevolent energy.

But Logo sat upright like a bell, exuding an aura of majesty. The wandering yin energy became incredibly docile when it approached within three feet of him, obediently being absorbed by him.

Even in the void behind him, a blurry shadow appeared, like an ancient armor robe, silently guarding him.

That night, the deathly aura of the mass grave in Bo City seemed to thin out a bit because of the arrival of a young boy.

Logo slowly opened his eyes as the first light of dawn appeared in the east.

A cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes, then disappeared. Although he hadn't slept all night, he felt refreshed and full of energy.

"The stardust has grown considerably since yesterday. At this rate, I might be able to attempt to break through to the intermediate level before I even reach my senior year of high school."

Logo stood up, patted the dew off his clothes, glanced at the silent graves behind him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Thanks, neighbors."

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and, before the morning mist had dissipated, quietly left this place, which was forbidden to ordinary people but a paradise for him—a sacred place for cultivation.

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Time flies, white horses pass by.

For the students of Bocheng Tianlan Magic High School, the first year of high school was a year full of novelty and anxiety. From the initial excitement of awakening their magic, to the frustration of tedious meditation, and then to the frustration of controlling the stars, everyone stumbled and fell on the path of magic.

But for Logo, this year was a transformative one.

Since discovering that the mass grave next to the Bo City Crematorium was an excellent cultivation ground, Luo Ge's life has become a monotonous routine. During the day, he pretends to be a diligent student at school, practicing meditation diligently, while at night he transforms into a ghost of the night, lurking among the gloomy graves, greedily devouring the death energy and yin energy that lingers in the world.

That feeling was like a fish returning to the sea.

As time passed, the necromantic stardust within Logo's body underwent a dramatic transformation. What began as a small clump of stardust had more than doubled in size, its originally dull gray color becoming deeper and more refined, resembling a perfectly polished obsidian. Within the stardust, the seven star particles were not only completely docile but also constantly emanated a rhythmic urge for battle.

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