With the magic scroll in hand, learning Undead Resurrection posed no obstacle for Green, who now had money to burn.
At a mere thought, his Psychic Energy balance dropped by four thousand. A wealth of magical knowledge flooded his mind, and a new entry appeared in his skill list—[Undead Resurrection lv0]!
Green gave a puzzled hum and frowned. He had not expected this to happen again: he had learned a new skill, yet it showed [lv0]. It sat there, unusable.
"Am I missing some prerequisite?" Green sank into thought. This made him uneasy. He had dared to reveal his full strength without reservation—the Death Angel and Dragon Lich together, numerous Legendary Rank Transcendents, and an Undead Army of over ten thousand—because he still had this Skeleton Lord in reserve. Once he advanced to Legendary Rank, he could resurrect it. That would be his greatest trump card.
But this had thrown his plans into disarray. He needed to find the cause and solve the problem quickly.
Green tried several approaches, but none worked. His brow remained furrowed.
He knew this predicament lay beyond his knowledge. He could not shut himself away and reinvent the wheel; he had to find another path and ask someone for help.
Cyrabelle was the first person who came to mind.
Among the people Green knew, Legendary Rank Transcendents were few. Only Cyrabelle came from a family with deep roots and had received a formal Transcendent education. Though she was not a Necromancer, her profession leaned toward spellcasting. More importantly, if she could not answer his question, she could ask Grand Duke Mora.
Green hurriedly returned his Main Consciousness to his Wood Slater avatar and contacted Cyrabelle. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he raised his question.
Cyrabelle was not in Stinnard. For some reason, she had