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The two Mage Robe Skeletons might have been powerful Journeyman Mages in life, but now as Undead, they were merely ornate skeletons standing anew. Punk gave each of them a Minor Telekinetic Projectile, and with shattered skulls and Soul Flames, the Mage Robe Skeletons finally found true "peace."

Punk didn't dare to pat down these "bone frames" directly. Even if these piles of bones were "trash" now, they were once formidable "Journeyman Mage Lords." Who knew if their belongings were enchanted with some spell to prevent enemy contact? Countless unlucky thieves who touched mages' items carelessly and died from strange curses had "sincerely" taught people a lesson: "Never underestimate a mage's defensive measures." Mages spared no effort in protecting their fragile bodies. Just like Punk, ever since learning the versatile spell "Minor Mage Armor," that layer of energy cloak had never left his body!

To safely "search" them, casting a spell was undoubtedly the best choice. Punk quietly chanted, and at the tip of his staff, a diamond-like energy hand, sharp-angled as if carved, gradually took shape, emitting a faint purple glow. The low chant sounded as ethereal and joyful as a lark's song—an Apprentice Level Abjuration spell: Minor Mage Hand.

Punk commanded the giant bear, which had ten minutes of existence remaining, to stand guard nearby. Then, he controlled the energy hand to grab the skeletons and their mage robes. The bone frames, disconnected from their soul energy, scattered to the ground with a clatter. As Punk shook them in the air like dusting off clothes, the bones fell out of the robes, leaving only a mage robe dancing gently in the breeze.

Punk used the system to analyze the robe carefully. He found clear traces of Enchantment and other magic, but under the erosion of the undead aura, these magical effects had all vanished. After all, it was just a Journeyman Mage Robe. Now, only a few runes emitting faint magical fluctuations proved this thing was once a magic item. As for now... after dismantling it, it should be called magic scrap...

But even "magic scrap" was Journeyman Level magic scrap. If nothing unexpected happened, it should sell for one to two hundred gold coins. These gold coins were not much for an ordinary mage, barely enough to buy a low-level piece of knowledge from the organization. But what Punk needed most right now was precisely this kind of "low-level knowledge"!

After rummaging through the pile of bones, Punk found another pair of boot scraps, two belt scraps, and three magic ring scraps. Without exception, all these items had lost their magical power. Selling them for seven hundred gold coins was almost their last remaining value.

To be honest, Punk had always harbored a small wish to find some treasure or secret manual. But reality was always the greatest weapon to shatter illusions. Let alone treasures, he hadn't even found a single usable item!

"We both went through all sorts of adventures, we both made all sorts of calculations, but why do others always find some secret manuals or treasures, or at the very least, treasure maps? Why do I end up just being a part-time junk collector?" Punk put the scattered "junk" into the tattered mage robe he was using as a makeshift pocket, muttering his dissatisfaction. He actually knew that two Journeyman Mages wouldn't have any powerful equipment. Their entire gear couldn't withstand the attack of a Formal Level Mage. Getting these scattered odds and ends was already quite good. But Punk couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart: "Network novels are really all lies."

After randomly setting a coordinate on the outskirts of the Forest of Undead, Punk embarked on his return journey, carrying the pile of valuable "junk." With Divination Spells, Punk wouldn't get lost even in the wilderness without landmarks. His plan was to sell these spoils of war to the Mage Guild after returning to Konola City. With the money, he would buy a house far from the bustling city and diligently practice Alchemy. Various alchemical creations would be his source of income in the future. Missions like this messy one could easily drag him into some unpredictable "major event." With Punk's current strength, it was better to stay away from such things.

It was already 1 AM. The three moons of Faerun hung in the sky again. The weather was clear and calm. The night sky, unpolluted by industrial emissions, clearly showed countless specks of starlight. Each star was a plane. The light from these planes closer to Faerun passed through the Astral Plane, which had almost no dust, and shone upon the Faerun plane, forming a brilliant starry sky. Unlike the starry sky on Earth, the stars seen on the Faerun plane were colorful. Especially the various blue and red lights emanating from the Elemental Planes... the dotted starry sky was as beautiful as a fairy tale world. Each star was moving at its own pace. Influenced by the gravity of the Faerun plane, all visible "stars" were revolving around the Faerun plane. From the ground, it looked as if all the stars were rotating above one's head. Against the deep and distant night background, the twinkling lights were as brilliant and beautiful as glazed diamonds adorning a formal dress!

Punk stared at the magical night sky, momentarily stunned. How much beauty, how much mystery, how much wonder were there in the deep universe waiting for him to pursue and witness? The yearning for the unknown deeply captivated his entire mind. The clear moonlight illuminated Punk's face, making it fair and clean. Starlight reflected colorful shadows in his eyes. Punk felt as if the magnificent night sky had shone into his soul, and his mind seemed to merge with the countless brilliant starlight... Thus, Punk gazed up at the starry sky, the gentle breeze rustling the edges of his mage robe, and the entire wilderness seemed to fall into a silent stillness...

Punk seemed to hear a faint, indistinct voice murmuring something near his ears. Slowly, he emerged from this mystical state, feeling his soul perception amplified more than threefold. He sensed the power of his soul flowing through every limb and bone, and a large amount of magic power becoming more solidified in the depths of his soul. He looked at the world, which had become exceptionally clear, and gently touched the breeze with his slender, white fingers. Punk knew he had broken through!

The breakthrough came suddenly yet felt so natural. The leap in his soul level gave Punk a deeper understanding of magic and control. Now, even low-level spells could achieve considerable bonus effects when he used them. Most importantly, he finally had the qualification to learn Journeyman Level spells! Thinking of the armor on the priest he saw, which withstood dozens of attacks from Skeleton Warriors without breaking, its powerful defensive force standing "unwavering and incredibly sturdy" amidst the storm of attacks. Thinking of the immense power of Flame Jet stored in his staff, capable of burning everything, Punk couldn't help but smile slightly. His magical path could finally advance further!

"However, one must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. On the way back to Konola City, I must diligently study Journeyman Level spells to truly gain the combat power of a Journeyman Mage. Then, I won't feel intimidated facing that old mage in the Mage Guild," Punk, having returned to his expressionless state, picked up the "trash bag" that had fallen on the ground and continued walking towards Konola City in the night. The intertwined light of the three moons made the night sky much brighter.

"My path has only just begun!" Punk exclaimed calmly!

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