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

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The once robust and full-bodied one-eyed demon wolf corpse began to shrivel at a visible speed. Its blood, remaining magical energy, and life essence seemed to be forcibly drawn out by a high-powered water pump, continuously flowing into the white bone demon wolf's mouth through the wound.

As the devouring continued, an astonishing change occurred in the Bone Demon Wolf.

Its originally stark white bones now showed faint blood-red patterns, making them appear even more resilient and menacing. The dark red rotting flesh and blood covering the joints and chest cavity also seemed to have been nourished, becoming firmer, more vibrant, and even faintly radiating a metallic sheen.

Just a few minutes later, the one-eyed wolf on the ground was completely turned into a dried-up corpse, skin and bones, as if it had been dried in the desert for decades, and would turn to ashes at the slightest touch.

"belch--"

The skeletal wolf opened its mouth and, surprisingly, let out a human-like burp, exhaling two plumes of white mist carrying a strong, bloody stench from its nostrils. It shook its body; its already over two-meter-tall frame didn't seem to have grown any larger, but the oppressive aura it exuded was significantly stronger than before. The soul fire in its eye sockets gradually shifted from a ghostly green to a crimson hue, a sign of increased power.

Logo stepped forward and touched the forelimb bones of the Bone Wolf. They were cold to the touch, but the texture was denser than before, and their hardness probably exceeded that of steel.

"Not bad. After absorbing the blood and energy of a fully grown one-eyed demon wolf, your strength has increased by at least ten percent."

Logo nodded in satisfaction. This method of sustaining war through war was precisely the most terrifying aspect of the necromancy school. As long as there was enough bloodshed, his undead army could grow stronger like a snowball, without needing to spend huge sums of money to purchase expensive magical tools or resources to strengthen his summoned beasts, unlike other mages.

"Now that you're full, let's come back."

Logo glanced at the sky; the eastern horizon was already faintly tinged with the first light of dawn. If he didn't go back soon, he'd miss his first class in the morning, and besides, it would be too conspicuous to wander around outside with such a large undead creature during the day.

He raised his right hand, and the deep necromantic orbit in his palm reappeared, only this time it was rotating in reverse.

"receive!"

With a low shout, the figure of the Bone Demon Wolf instantly transformed into a thick wisp of black smoke, spinning and entering the star trail in Logo's palm, returning to the undead space in that alternate dimension to slumber and digest.

After dealing with everything, Logo quickly cleaned up the traces left at the scene to ensure that no one could trace him back by his footprints.

Then, like a night owl returning to its nest, he nimbly darted through the jungle before dawn.

The return journey was smoother than the way there. Logo avoided the early-rising hunter squads and patrolling guards, and silently sneaked back to Bo City along the hidden drainage ditch.

When the first rays of sunlight finally pierced through the clouds and illuminated the streets of Bo City, Logo had already climbed out of the window and returned to his bedroom.

He took off his night clothes, which were covered in dew and mud, and stuffed them into a hidden compartment under his bed. Then he changed into his clean and tidy Tianlan Magic High School uniform.

Apart from being slightly pale, which looked like he had stayed up too late studying, Logo was no different from any other top student at this moment.

He walked to the mirror, washed his face, and looked at the calm-eyed boy in the mirror, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Good morning, Bocheng.

No one knew that just last night, this seemingly harmless high school student had acquired his first terrifying beast capable of hunting demons in the Death Forest outside the city.

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On the surface, life back in Bocheng was uneventful.

Logo once again donned the guise of an ordinary top student, attending school on time every day and listening attentively in class. In front of his classmates and teachers, he remained the same necromancer student who had awakened a rare type and whose grades were decent but not particularly outstanding. Only Mo Fan would occasionally glance at him suspiciously, muttering, "Why are you getting more and more cunning lately?" But that was all.

But Logo's life truly begins after nightfall.

When Logo first discovered the crematorium and mass grave, he was overjoyed, as the malevolent energy there indeed allowed him to cultivate at a speed far exceeding that of his peers. However, as his cultivation level rose to the second stage of the initial level and his understanding of the nature of necromancy deepened, Logo gradually realized a problem.

Absorbing the death energy in the environment is like breathing air to sustain life; it's necessary, but inefficient. Directly refining the remnants of demons' souls after death, on the other hand, is like consuming high-energy nutrients—a qualitative leap.

The remnants of the soul not only contain pure necromantic energy, but also carry some of the demon's life imprint and malevolent aura from its previous life. This has an effect on shaping and strengthening necromantic stardust that is unmatched by the death energy of the environment.

Therefore, Logo decisively adjusted his training plan.

Monday through Friday nights, he would still go to the mass grave. But his purpose was no longer simply to meditate and absorb energy; he would use it as a digestive workshop. He would bring the remnants of souls he obtained during weekend hunts here, refining and absorbing them using the natural yin energy environment. At the same time, he also began to consciously utilize the death energy of the environment, combined with the energy of the remnants of souls, to nurture and strengthen the skeletal wolf hidden in the undead space, making its connection with him even stronger, and its strength steadily increasing.

Saturdays and Sundays became his hunting days. With his growing familiarity with the activity patterns of the demons outside the city, and the assistance of his powerful skeletal wolf, Logo's hunting efficiency increased. He was no longer satisfied with scavenging the leftovers from the demon-hunting teams' battles, but began to actively seek out and hunt lone, injured, or relatively weak one-eyed wolves.

This cycle of hunting, refining, strengthening, and hunting again allowed Logo's cultivation level to soar at a visible speed.

Halfway through the semester, his undead stardust had reached the peak of the first level two, and the magical energy within the stardust was as solid and heavy as lead and mercury.

On a cold winter night near the end of the semester, in the coldest corner of the mass grave, Logo refined three high-quality fragments of a one-eyed demon wolf's soul in one go. A surge of immense energy rushed into the stardust, like the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"boom!"

A deep rumble echoed within the spiritual world, and the profound expanse of undead stardust suddenly contracted inward, then expanded dramatically! Its volume surged once more, the stardust's color shifting from dark gray to an almost pure black, with subtle dark gold patterns flowing along its edges. Inside the stardust, the seven star particles became even more condensed, their light restrained, but the magical fluctuations they contained were several times stronger.

Beginner Level 3, achieved!

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