Dark Forge Meditation

Loxia was not wearing her usual voluminous dress today. Instead, she wore a neat riding outfit that accentuated her delicate figure, youthful pretty face, thick flaxen hair, and wild eyes, giving her a unique charm.

But in Yang Mu's eyes, she was nothing but trouble.

Yang Mu silently followed behind the butler. Outwardly, he showed nothing unusual, but inwardly, he was already growing tired of Loxia's appearance. And making a Sixth Level Necromancer Archmage feel annoyed—even a crippled Archmage—was an extremely dangerous thing.

"You're finally here. Let's go. I've never watched slaves breed before. Old Allen, we agreed that after five breedings, he'll be my toy. You can't stop me."

Loxia was trimming her nails with a delicate little tool. Even as she spoke, she did not spare the two of them a proper glance.

"Of course, my lady. Everything shall be as you wish."

Even in the face of Loxia's unreasonable demand, Allen, as a professional butler, remained respectful. He placed one hand over his chest and bowed slightly as he spoke, like a true gentleman.

In fact, in this era, butlers were often more gentlemanly than their masters. But the masters here had another identity: nobles. Therefore, they did not need to be particularly gentlemanly.

"You won't be able to escape. When the time comes, I'll dote on you properly. Heehee..."

The third young miss walked up to Yang Mu and lightly patted his chest twice.

Yang Mu did not reveal a single expression from beginning to end. Like the other numb slaves, he was like a walking corpse, allowing himself to be manipulated.

Yang Mu was taken into a wooden shack resembling an ordinary stable. Inside were two Asian women.

Under the butler's watch and Loxia's teasing, Yang Mu completed the so-called breeding.

They did not even need drugs to achieve it. Yang Mu had only just finished eliminating the effects of conflicting memories, and he was still an ordinary person at the moment. His will might have been able to resist such drugs, but his body could not.

Moreover, he could not use magic to render himself immune to the drugs. If he did, he would have to face the William Family right now.

The two Skeleton Warriors were fairly strong. If he faced either of them alone, Yang Mu could easily kill them. But if he went up against the entire William Family, then Yang Mu would be the one to die.

So Yang Mu did not resist. He completed the breeding while practically out of his mind.

But he left a trace of power belonging to a Necromancer within the two women.

After the breeding was finished, Yang Mu was taken back to work. They did not even allow him to wash himself.

That night, the manor's castle was brightly lit. Yang Mu had also changed into a clean servant's uniform. Too many people had died recently, leaving the castle short on servants, so Yang Mu had been dragged over to temporarily fill the role.

As Yang Mu looked at the room full of Werewolves, what filled his mind was tying every last one of them to an operating table, conducting all kinds of enhancement experiments on them, and then transforming them into his own undead.

Not all of these Werewolves belonged to the William Family. Many were invited guests. Yet with Yang Mu's keen eye, he could still tell that they were all Werewolves. He had no idea what these Werewolves had gathered here to do.

Though they laughed and conversed pleasantly on the surface, the worry in their eyes could not be concealed. It seemed their purpose in gathering here was not for pleasure.

He raised his head and looked out at the rainy night and the lightning that occasionally streaked across the sky. This was not a good day for a gathering.

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A clanging sound of bronze hitting the ground jolted Yang Mu from his thoughts.

A maid knelt in terror before an elderly man with a neatly trimmed white beard, silver-white hair combed meticulously back, and the attire of a viscount.

There was a conspicuous stain on his luxurious viscount's attire, a stain from spilled wine.

Just as Butler Allen rushed over, the viscount grabbed the servant and lifted her up. His head twisted and transformed into a wolf's head, which bit off the maid's head in a single bite.

Without the slightest concern for the others present, Yang Mu knew that none of the servants or slaves here tonight would survive.

Naturally, he would not simply wait to die. Drawing on his Mental Power, he pulled the dead maid's soul to his side and collected it.

When Allen arrived in haste and saw this, his expression turned ugly. After bowing in apology to the Werewolf viscount, he signaled Yang Mu and the others to carry away the servant's body and clean the floor.

The guests, however, did not care in the slightest. The atmosphere of the banquet remained lively.

Yang Mu and two male servants carried away the body, braving the heavy rain as they brought the corpse with its severed neck to the place where bodies were often buried.

"You. Dig a hole."

Two black slaves threw a hoe-like tool at Yang Mu's feet and spoke to him. Clearly, they intended to use their numbers to force Yang Mu into doing the hard labor.

Yang Mu ignored them. Instead, movement appeared in two patches of bare ground. Two skeletal arms stretched out, and two Skeleton Warriors clad in Bone Armor crawled free.

As the two terrified black slaves babbled incomprehensible native words and ran, the two Skeleton Warriors had already climbed out of the muddy ground, before the rain could even wash the mud from their bodies.

The two Skeleton Warriors quickly caught up with them. Under a flash of lightning, two white blade lights swept out, and the white bone blades pierced through the hearts of the two black slaves.

Yang Mu gained two more souls.

"Cold black sun burning within the dark Void, I see you as the furnace, souls as kindling—ignite the Flame of Annihilation..."

As Yang Mu murmured, black flames ignited in his hand. The three souls were burned away within the fire, while Yang Mu's eyes grew much brighter. His Mental Power tripled.

Who said poor aptitude meant one could not become a Mage? Who said low elemental sensitivity meant one could not become a Mage? To alleviate the Mage World's growing shortage of manpower, and to become a Seventh-Level Wizard—

In his previous life, Yang Mu—or rather, Archmage Congreve Pyne—had tied a Fifth-Level sun god calling himself the Furnace Lord to his operating table. After carrying out two hundred and fifty years of deep dissection upon its law-bound body and Divinity, he created this Meditation Method known as the Dark Furnace.

Unlike ordinary Meditation Methods, this one had no aptitude requirements and no Mental Power requirements. Essentially, any intelligent creature could cultivate it.

It also came with the immensely powerful ability known as the Flame of Annihilation, nearly equivalent to Yang Mu's innate talent, Entropy Balance, from his previous life.

As its name implied, so long as the difference in rank was not too great, the Flame of Annihilation could burn almost anything to ashes.

And the cultivation process was extremely simple. It only required doing one thing...

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