Chapter 522: The First Glimpse of Necromancy

"From the mental examination of the human monk, we can only draw this conclusion—he is merely a human with a low level of intelligence." The blue-robed Mind Mage repeated, his voice even more somber. "I know this result is unsatisfying and cannot explain what happened, so we have another hypothesis. Synthesizing all parameters and eliminating all impossibilities, we believe someone used forbidden Magic."

"Which kind of forbidden Magic?" Venerable Liu Li asked.

The blue-robed Mage looked at her for a moment, "The human monk we saw is just an old shell, an old bottle filled with new wine."

"I can understand what you mean, thank you for your explanation, but they might not be able to hear clearly," Liu Li said.

"It means that we cannot detect any modifications to the human Mage's mind because his original soul had long since ceased to exist. Someone wiped his brain and stuffed a realistic Yajian into it; this is part of the forbidden Magic of Necromancy. Analyzing it from the perspective of feasibility, although we previously thought this Magic had completely vanished, after successfully restoring the Psychic Art, everything should have been re-evaluated. We believe it is theoretically feasible for a Mind Archmage to restore Necromancy to this degree. To put it simply, our entire Mage society may have to face many things in the future that highly resemble humans and Mages, but are actually just marionettes."

The Great Mages at the round table all raised their heads, several pairs of eyes that had weathered a century of frost looking toward the person who had quietly dropped the bomb.

"We only came to hold a hearing on whether a child is a little demon," Peng Ruxin said with disgust. "And now I know that my next century won't be good. Mage, you are declaring that the next era will be the Demon Era! If you had considered the impact before speaking, you should have chosen a different place to say this. I could have been very lucky and not qualified to know this at all."

The blue-robed Mage merely glanced at him, too lazy to even offer an explanation.

Yun Maoran, perhaps because he wouldn't live to see the next era anyway, didn't have such a large reaction and asked, "Excuse me, let's return to the topic. Is it possible that Luo Qi did this?"

"We still have a topic?" Peng Ruxin complained in a low voice.

The blue-robed Mage looked past him and answered Yun Maoran's question, "It is impossible for Luo Qi to have done it. Someone who has only been a Mind Mage for a few days, no matter how astonishing his aptitude, cannot perform Necromancy of this level. To achieve this requires more knowledge accumulation, theoretical sediment, and more proficient skills. Someone who successfully performs Necromancy needs to have cast spells at least thousands of times, starting from basic Telepathy Magic, gradually improving skills, adjusting the body's tolerance, and increasing control over Yajian."

Several people's gazes subconsciously swept toward Luo Qi. On his table were piled dozens of black sandwich cookies, and he was seriously and earnestly stacking them up, like piles of chips on a gambling table. He looked like he was five years old, which made the man sitting next to him appear even more serious and mature; the two of them were like the most transcendent existences in this melodramatic scene.

The conference table seemed to be stunned by this scene, with two full minutes of silence. Then someone broke the silence, and they began to whisper, which then turned into an emotionally charged argument. The news brought by the Mind Mages was like a bomb exploding above the conference table, the lingering sound enough to make people's eardrums buzz.

"How interesting," Luo Qi sneered and said, "I told them long ago that those monks were high-level puppets." "You only told Pei Shu, you didn't tell them," Du Zhengyi said wisely. "He might not have told them either, but they would have discovered it sooner or later themselves and corroborated you."

Luo Qi squinted as he stacked his twenty-fifth Oreo, like a greedy old landlord counting gold coins. "Perhaps I should go see the big monk. They are too blind; if an ice crack were thinner than their thick waists, they certainly wouldn't be able to see it."

The blue-robed Mind Mage said to no one in particular, "Fifty-seven Magic experiments show that Psychic Beasts have adverse reactions to Mind Archmages who reach a certain magnitude. Considering that Luo Qi is a Mind Archmage approaching the Upper Supremum, it is highly possible that the puppet humans feel fear toward him."

Luo Qi quietly raised his head and realized that Du Zhengyi had also turned his head, and the two of them locked eyes. Luo Qi's heart eased; the matter he had been avoiding but which weighed on his heart instantly lightened. He suspected that Du Zhengyi felt the same. Although both of them had tacitly chosen to avoid the day the Psychic Beast attacked Luo Qi, that event was still there, like a stone at the bottom of a pool. Although invisible, it still had weight, not to mention that troublemaker Mahjong, who would stir up the pool for no reason and poke at that stone.

On the other side of the conference table, Peng Ruxin seemed to be overwhelmed by the pressure, like a can with its lid cut open, no longer caring about anything. "So that's why my old leader invited that little demon god home? Our department just hit the jackpot like that? Did he think he had picked up a great bargain?"

"From a certain perspective," Xiang Qian interrupted sarcastically, "it is indeed a great bargain."

Peng Ruxin looked at her with disgust and covered his head with both hands, "From now on, our Security Department won't have any good things happen."

"Such evil events as using humans as Psychic Beasts cannot be tolerated. Does the Fifty-seven Institute that produces Psychic Beasts need to cooperate with you? After all, they possess a large amount of Magic regarding Psychic Beasts," Liu Li asked.

"I'm afraid it's too late," the blue-robed Mage said, attracting everyone's attention. The scattered arguments and complaints from just a moment ago stopped, and the Mages all turned to look at him. He continued, "The human monk has a rare progeria syndrome; his metabolic rate is several times that of a normal person. To borrow human language to describe it, he is rapidly losing the ability for cell division. The only reason we can think of is that the spell that turned him into a puppet has major defects, causing huge wear and tear on his body. Unlike puppets in a Sandbox that can only accept simple attack commands, this Magic has exhausted his bodily functions; he is at the end of his rope and is about to die."

Du Zhengyi said to Luo Qi, "Did you hear that? You no longer have the chance to go and inspect it, so stop causing trouble. If you get any closer to the suspicious object, the blame will continue to be dumped on your head. Can you be a bit smarter?"

(End of chapter)