Dull and Helpless

The warm currents over the Wasteland drifted slowly across the endlessly stretching Corpse Mountains, like a goddess with a twisted sense of humor, injecting fresh energy into those already rotten mountain ranges and letting them rot all the more thoroughly.

The stench of blood from the corpses attracted new mosquitoes. They laid fresh eggs beneath those rotting husks, waiting for new larvae to be born.

Above the starry sky was clear as if washed clean, speckled with stars that lent this world a different kind of charm.

Li Ziran stood before the Mage Tower, quietly feeling the breeze brush against his cheeks. He was very calm now.

Behind him still stood Sandrew's Mage Tower, but this time he had not been driven out. Li Ziran had come outside of his own accord to get some air.

Three times!

He had already devoured Embryo souls three times and felt somewhat stifled.

Of course, he was even less willing to disturb that old man's enthusiasm for learning.

Logically speaking, Sandrew had already reached the pinnacle of the Necromantic Domain and ought to have been enjoying his achievements. Yet the passion he displayed for seeking knowledge made people afraid to look directly at him.

Li Ziran could not help thinking of himself. He was in his twenties, yet he seemed to have completely lost his passion for the unknown.

Although he continued studying necromantic arts, hoping to summon his own Corpse Witch, he understood that even if he mastered the complete Corpse Witch summoning method, before a great figure like Sandrew, he would be nothing more than a tiny ant.

He was not skilled in necromantic arts and had to admit that fact. Especially with his shortcomings in elemental perception, he was destined never to become a top-tier Mage.

Though these truths stung