: The First Test of Inheriting the Abyss

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"Don't be too happy yet." Queen Jiuyou seemed to see through Luo Ge's thoughts and sneered, "Although the King has taken a liking to your talent, Sha Yuan does not support useless people. You are still far from being able to truly inherit the King's position. If you don't perform well, I will not hesitate to erase your qualifications... and of course, that includes your life."

Logo's eyes narrowed: "What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple, the first test."

Empress Jiuyou extended her slender jade finger and waved it in front of him. "I will give you six months. After six months, I want to see at least five warrior-level undead and twenty servant-level undead in your undead space."

"Remember, these are undead spirits that are completely obedient to you, not trash that might turn on you at any moment."

Five warriors! Twenty servants!

Logo's pupils contracted slightly.

This is no small number. Keep in mind, he currently only has two undead at the servant-level advancement stage, but they are still a step away from becoming warrior-level. And to cultivate five warrior-level undead would require astronomical amounts of resources and bloodshed.

Not to mention, they also need to gather twenty slave-level creatures to form a squad.

This will not only test his combat ability, but also his necromancy reserves and mental capacity.

but……

Logo raised his head, meeting Jiuyou's scrutinizing gaze, and a confident and arrogant smile slowly curved his lips.

"Six months? That's enough."

He possesses a mid-level cultivation level backed by the Sacred Spring, unlimited endurance provided by mutated plant systems, and the ancient capital as a natural breeding ground for corpses.

If he can't even meet this basic requirement, how can he talk about controlling the Abyss of Evil?

"Very well, you've got quite the nerve."

Empress Jiuyou gave Luo Ge a deep look, the disdain in her eyes lessening slightly and replaced by a hint of amusement. "I hope that six months from now, you'll still be able to stand and speak to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiuyouhou's figure vanished like a wisp of smoke, as if she had never existed.

Only a faint fragrance remained in the air, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

"Five warriors and twenty servants, looks like we'll have to fight tooth and nail for the next six months!"

"Otherwise, not only will I lose my qualification in six months, but I don't even know if I can save my life..."

Thinking of this, Logo felt somewhat helpless. He hadn't considered that if he didn't meet the standards, his life wouldn't be guaranteed. Therefore, whether for the sake of inheriting the Abyss of Fiends in the future or to save his own life, he had to cultivate desperately no matter what.

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From that day on, the teachers and students of the ancient capital academy noticed that the new auditor, Logo, had become somewhat obsessed.

By day, he absorbed the theoretical knowledge about undead enhancement and corpse stitching like a sponge in the empty necromancy classroom. But once night fell and the gates of the ancient capital closed, he became the most active ghost in the outer city wall area.

"Pfft!"

Ten kilometers outside the city, in a mass grave, a gray-black vine, like a venomous snake, emerged from the ground and instantly pierced the chest of a rotting corpse. The eerie plant didn't immediately crush the enemy; instead, it writhed wildly. In just a few seconds, the corpse visibly withered away, finally turning into a pile of bones.

"The thirtieth one."

Logo emerged from the shadows and skillfully used the necromancer's vessel to collect the remnant soul.

Now, whether he's cultivating or hunting, he exudes a ruthless, death-defying ferocity. Any undead at the servant level—skeletons, corpses, or evil spirits—he kills them one by one, two at a time. Even when encountering hordes of undead, he dares to utilize the control and blood-sucking properties of his corrupted plant-based abilities, cooperating with skeletal demon wolves and ghostly corpse tigers to wage guerrilla warfare, slowly wearing them down to death.

Of course, Logo wasn't a reckless fool. The moment he sensed the terrifying aura of the warrior-level undead, he ran faster than anyone else.

This almost insane, sweeping hunt quickly made him famous within the small circle of the ancient capital's academy. Several military mages who frequently stood night watch on the city walls even gave this student, who rolled in piles of corpses every night, a resounding nickname: the Undead Killing Machine!

Logo paid no heed to this. All he cared about was the ever-increasing number of remnant souls in the Soul-Gathering Bottle and the ever-accumulating death energy.

"Relying solely on killing slaves is too inefficient."

Logo frowned as he looked at the remnants of souls he had just collected. "To complete the mission after the Nine Netherworlds, we need combat power capable of directly confronting generals. Only by hunting down generals can we obtain higher-quality souls and corpses."

His gaze fell upon the blood-soaked skeletal wolf beside him.

This old companion who accompanied him through the battles of Bo City is now at the peak of the Servant-level advancement stage, just one step away from the threshold of that qualitative change.

"It's decided. We'll concentrate all resources to push the Bone Demon Wolf to Warrior level first. Relying on the nourishment from Servant-level undead is far too insufficient!"

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One week later.

The ancient capital academy, a closed-off, enhanced room exclusively for the necromancy department.

Logo sat cross-legged, a necromancer vessel placed before him. For the past week, he had been fighting tirelessly in the wild, accumulating over a hundred slave-level remnants, as well as high-purity death energy crystals extracted from various undead corpses.

This is a huge sum of money, enough to make any novice mage envious, but for now, it's just fodder for the White Bone Demon Wolf to advance.

"Come out."

Logo opened the Netherworld, and the Bone Wolf leaped out. It seemed to sense what was about to happen; the ghostly green flames in its eye sockets flickered violently, and it let out a low, excited howl.

"I've given you everything, don't let me down."

Without any hesitation, Logo drew out all the remnants of souls from the undead vessel in one go.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

In an instant, the howls of countless vengeful spirits filled the entire enhancement chamber. More than a hundred remnant souls transformed into an extremely dense torrent of dark blue energy, which, guided by Log's mental power, surged wildly into the body of the Bone Demon Wolf.

"roar!!!"

The skeletal wolf howled to the sky, its voice a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Its bones began to emit a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and its originally stark white skeleton began to grow thicker and denser under the impact of the immense energy. The color of the bones also gradually deepened, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen. Its body swelled like an inflating balloon, rapidly growing from its original height of over two meters to three and then four meters!

A terrifying pressure belonging to a warrior-level expert began to brew in the enhancement room.

However, just as the advancement was about to be completed!

"Click...click..."

The white-boned wolf's body suddenly froze. The bone spurs that were about to grow on its back got stuck halfway, and its rising momentum seemed to have hit an invisible wall, coming to a standstill.

We're running out of energy!

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