Dull and Helpless

The heat from the Wasteland gently caressed the endless Corpse Mountain, like a goddess with a wicked sense of humor, injecting new energy into this already rotting mountain range, making it even more thoroughly decayed.

The stench of the corpses attracted new mosquitoes, which laid their eggs beneath the rotting skin, awaiting the birth of their young.

The sky above is crystal clear, dotted with stars, giving this world a unique charm.

Li Ziran stood in front of the Mage Tower, quietly feeling the breeze blowing on his cheeks; he was very calm.

Behind him was still Sandrew's Mage Tower, but this time he wasn't kicked out; instead, Li Ziran took the initiative to come out for some fresh air.

This is the third time!

He had already devoured the souls of Embryo three times, and was feeling somewhat depressed.

Of course, I didn't want to disturb the old man's enthusiasm for learning.

Logically speaking Sandrew was already at the pinnacle of the Necromantic Domain and should have been enjoying his achievements, but the passion he showed for learning was so intense that it was almost unbearable to look directly at him.

Li Ziran couldn't help but think of himself; in his early twenties, he seemed to have completely lost his sense of wonder about the unknown.

Although he is constantly learning Undead in an attempt to summon his own Corpse Witch, he understands that even if he masters the complete Corpse Witch summoning technique, he is nothing more than an ant in front of a great figure like Sandrew.

He was not good at Undead, a fact he had to admit, especially his lack of elemental perception, which destined him to never become a top-tier Mage.

These facts may be hurtful, but they are the facts.

Every living being has weaknesses, but to survive, one cannot live by relying on weaknesses.

Some might think that balance is a way to survive, but in Li Ziran's view, special abilities often make it easier to survive, especially after seeing Sandrew's complex Necromantic Formation, he felt the importance of special abilities even more.

What are his special abilities?

Li Ziran couldn't help but ask himself, "It's undoubtedly Transformation Spell, but that's just a means to an end. What truly belongs to me is the surgical ability that doesn't exist in this world."

Potions, Transformation Spell, and some special witchcraft, combined with his surgical knowledge, formed his means of survival in this world.

His surgical skills are undoubtedly excellent, but he knows that while his current surgical abilities are sufficient for most ordinary patients, they are still somewhat inadequate for top-level procedures.

Just like Embryo culture now, Anfuni's sex reassignment surgery reveals a lack of expertise once it involves the field of Magic Organ.

He possessed exceptional surgical skills, yet he was far from achieving a perfect harmony with the Elemental Tide of this world.

Without realizing it, he pulled out a scalpel. The blade reflected the moonlight, revealing a delicate face with stubble on the chin.

I'm twenty-three years old too!

Five years have passed since I arrived in the Wasteland.

"Li, hurry, hurry!" Sandrew's anxious voice came from the magic tower.

Li Ziran turned around and quietly walked in; he had to come back again.

Clearly, the rapid growth of that soul caused Sandrew to sever the old communication again.

By combining the Transformation Spell with the Devouring Curse, Sandrew captured a soul and was able to communicate with it as he wished.

At this moment, the blackboard was covered with dense writing, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

But Sandrew still held the finest pen, like a needle tip, filling in the limited spaces with words.

He couldn't understand it, yet he couldn't leave.

The more you get to know the Embryo, the more you discover its strangeness; it seems that only a primordial soul can communicate with it, and once more than an hour has passed, this communication becomes ineffective.

Li Ziran couldn't sense any soul fluctuations, but Sandrew could communicate perfectly with him, even helping him solve problems related to Bone Dragon by constantly playing games involving Undead.

He couldn't help but suspect that Sandrew's previous ability to communicate for extended periods was largely a result of poor Embryo development.

"What kind of freak is this?" Li Ziran smiled wryly; this was definitely not an ordinary Demon.

Even though Demon possess the ability to see through the Soul Element, they could never replicate infinitely.

This morning he devoured the little Demon that House sent him, which did indeed greatly nourish his soul, but no new soul appeared as he had expected.

The loss of half a bottle of Carnivorous Flower elixir also dashed Li Ziran's hopes of improving his Spirit World simply by devouring Demon.

As it turns out, the Embryo before them is likely an extremely rare Upper Demon.

Demon dwell in the Abyss, where the hierarchy is strict.

At the top is the Demon Monarch, whose subordinates are divided into upper and Lower Demon. Lower Demon are higher and Demon, and below that are even more minor Demon, forming a complex network of Demon structures.

Both high-ranking and Lower Demon are considered a noble class, but they still serve the Demon Monarch.

Demon and Elves are somewhat similar, both relying heavily on bloodline inheritance.

Upper Demon are extremely rare, even rarer than Ancient Elf.

Li Ziran looked at the Butterfly Girl; her lower abdomen was already swollen high. Due to the replacement of her lungs and heart, she was well-nourished, and her uterus glowed brightly. Occasionally, traces of the Embryo moving could be seen.

According to Li Ziran's speculation, if it were a human, there would be five more months to develop, while according to the development cycle of Demon, they would be fully mature in twelve months.

The Embryo should have already developed a heart and brain, and is now developing vital organs such as the spleen and kidneys.

"I wonder if Demon have the same organs as humans?" Li Ziran was very curious.

Of the four major races in this world, he has dissected the most Orc, followed by humans, and far fewer Elves. However, recently, due to Sandrew, his knowledge of Elves organs has increased dramatically, while his knowledge of Demon organs is almost zero.

Even books about the internal organs of Demon are few and far between, with only a handful mentioning them.

The organs of different Demon seem to be quite different, and due to their living environment, they are even contrary to the creatures on the Red Soil Continent.

Moreover, Demon have a clear tribal arrangement, and different Demon exhibit extreme evolution due to differences in bloodline inheritance.

But one thing is common: every Demon has Soul Eye, and the evolutionary path centered on the Soul Element is always different from the mainstream evolutionary path of other races.

Li Ziran slowly withdrew his thoughts. Whether it was Upper Demon or not was none of his business. Even if an Upper Demon were to be born, he, a mere Witch Doctor, couldn't stop it.

Everything that exists will become reasonable.

He couldn't leave, nor could he understand Sandrew's complex Necromantic Formation; the old man clearly didn't have time to instruct him on his Corpse Witch summoning.

This is somewhat agonizing.

He had a lot of things to deal with, but Sandrew needed Li Ziran to absorb his soul every hour.

Ironically, the old man didn't mention any payment, as if Li Ziran were his servant.

"Hehe!" Li Ziran chuckled wryly, "Just consider it an investment!"

There was no other way; he had to be patient. Even without any reward, he had to make sure Sandrew could complete his research project comfortably.

He cannot expect anything in return, but he also cannot tolerate any lack of care in his treatment of clients.

Laziness is a major taboo in business.

Sandrew quieted down, and Li Ziran found a corner to turn the Frog back into a corpse and practice his Corpse Witch summoning.

The spiritual power and Necrotic Force twisted and merged, nailing into the center of the corpse's brow, slowly forming a small, bun-shaped mark.

Despite the already high number of marks, Li Ziran was still very careful, marking a total of 96 points from his brow to his heels, almost all of which were completed to the highest standard.

He started to sew the silk.

The mental energy from the marker sprang out like a fugitive, carrying a thin thread that smoothly arced into another marker. It went relatively smoothly, but when it tried to draw the thread again, it broke due to the slight vibration of the mental energy.

Li Ziran gave a wry smile. It really wasn't that easy; this was delicate work.

I took a deep breath and started again.

Despite being extremely careful each time, it always breaks for various reasons.

He wasn't discouraged; it was unavoidable. Even the most talented Necromancer would likely make frequent mistakes in these basic operations, let alone someone whose Undead talent wasn't particularly outstanding.

This is a detour that no one can avoid.

But he knew he could do it, just like using mental power to draw Transformation Curse Array. With practice, he could master it. This was not the complicated spell circle on Sandrew's blackboard.

For the entire night, aside from helping Sandrew absorb the Embryo's soul, Li Ziran spent his time monotonously spinning silk.

The effect is remarkable; he can draw 52 points in one go. Of course, the difficulty increases as you progress.

"Li..." Sandrew called out urgently.

"Alright!" Before Sandrew could finish speaking, Li Ziran ran over and devoured the newly formed Embryo soul, restoring his mental strength to almost full.

Then I went back to the corner and started skewing silk.

It's monotonous, but there's nothing we can do about it.

Although Sandrew only said it was the last bit of the magic circle, even that tiny bit took three days to resolve.

Li Ziran's skill in using silk-hooking techniques improved, allowing him to connect 96 marker points in one go. Unfortunately, this was only a small step towards completing the Corpse Witch Summoning.

The real challenge lies in using the final, finely drawn thread to outline the very center of the entire Corpse Witch Formation.

He started trying.

Oracle Bone Script.

Fracture!

The strokes overlap!

Insufficient spacing!

Each time it just begins to take shape, it fails for various reasons, with the most serious failure being the breakage of Necrotic Force.

"You can adjust the frequency!" A voice suddenly appeared in his ear, interrupting Li Ziran's focused practice rhythm.

She quickly looked up and, in the dim light, she could vaguely see Sandrew's disheveled hair. She glanced instinctively at the small blackboard in the distance, where the dense writing had been erased and replaced by a mini Bone Dragon built from Essence Bone Powder not far away.

At this moment, the surface of the Bone Dragon was constantly writhing, as if it were deducing a magic array.

"Master, are you done with your work?" Li Ziran's throat was dry and itchy; he had no idea how many days he had been in the magic tower.

"I suppose so. The magic array has just been deduced, but it's only the beginning. I need to rest for a bit. Young man, come on, let's bring this corpse back to life." Sandrew gave Li Ziran a very carefree smile.