Chapter 12: My Precision Is Kind of Accurate!

"Lord Obri, I surrender!"

Ta Ke raised both hands, and in one hand he even clutched the undead finger bone worth three demon gold—a huge sum.

The three demon gold that can make the undead wizard Obri himself step in—surely that's a "huge sum," right?

The rolling wave of bones, clanking "clang clang clank clank," halted at Ta Ke's toes.

Inside the undead wizard's high tower.

Obri's eyebrows twitched.

It wasn't the opponent's surrender that made him pause.

It was the opponent's accent.

It was an extremely authentic local accent, one that couldn't be acquired in less than a decade.

And as far as he knew, the prodigy of the Dark Sun Evil God Church had only been here for a month or two, making it impossible for them to have adopted the local customs so thoroughly.

"Mistook me? A local?"

Obri's gaunt fingers lightly tapped the balcony railing.

"Moreover, surrendering when you can't win is indeed a Lamoer local tradition."

The bone wave quickly coalesced into a massive cheek that capped the cavern's ceiling.

"What is your name?"

"Ta Ke," Ta Ke replied honestly.

"A local?"

"Yes."

Ta Ke nodded.

"Why did you come here?"

"To escape the hunt of the outside evil‑god organizations—those rampant members who even capture wizards directly in the Nest District—I was living there, and had no choice but to hide here."

"I inadvertently desecrated your skeleton warrior; please forgive me, Lord Obri."

That massive bone‑faced visage glanced over the finger bone in Ta Ke's hand and fell into contemplation.

"Did he really think I came here to trouble him over that tiny skeleton?"

Obri was both exasperated and amused.

During the exchange, he employed the insight power of the undead high tower.

Obri had already preliminarily determined that this young wizard was merely an ordinary wizard.

Rather than having embraced the Dark Sun, becoming a "Dark Sun Believer" that generates a twisted sequential ecology.

"Living in the Nest District?"

"A gifted child would have been recruited to the Tower District long ago, wouldn't they?"

"It seems... the entire recruitment system needs some reorganization."

"What talent do you have?"

Obri's bone‑faced visage asked.

Ta Ke felt a slight shock in his heart, vaguely sensing something.

"C‑grade 32% Precision."

Ta Ke replied truthfully.

"Hmm, come over!"

Whoosh—...

The bones dispersed, revealing a passage.

Ta Ke inhaled deeply, steadied his mind, and walked slowly forward.

Although Ta Ke's goal after becoming a first‑rank wizard was to enter the high tower.

To study the tower's sorceries, obtain more rare materials, and even, within the Steam Tower, acquire the rare "Steam Core" and ascend to become a Steam Wizard.

But he hadn't expected.

That he would actually encounter the undead wizard lord inside the Steam Tower this way.

He passed through the long bone corridor.

A "Undead Tower" built of black undead bones in a vast underground space floated before Ta Ke's eyes.

Around the Undead Tower, bones piled up like mountains.

The web of death, with the Undead Tower as its hub, formed a dark undead sequential ecology.

Those bones were all potential undead skeleton warriors.

"I heard that whenever the Underground City Dog‑Headed Army attacks and the underground defenses can't hold, they call on the undead wizard lord for assistance."

"So the undead wizard lord really hides an undead legion here!"

As Ta Ke silently reflected, he had already arrived beneath the Undead Tower.

"Squeak... ah..."

The massive gate of the Undead Tower, which hadn't been pushed open for countless years, slowly opened.

A slender‑faced, fair‑skinned man in his early forties, dressed in a black wizard robe and a wide‑brimmed wizard hat, appeared before Ta Ke.

Ta Ke was well‑acquainted with the few major figures who oversaw the Lamoer Tower city‑state.

After all, the Lamoer city‑state's stable foothold in the Ashlands owed much to those figures.

"I've met Lord Obri!"

Ta Ke removed his gray hood and bowed.

Along the way, Ta Ke had already recovered to a calm and composed state.

Aobuli sized up this 'apprentice mage' before him.

The C-rank 32% precision is neither high nor low.

Aobuli didn't care too much.

What he cared about was that this sixteen-year-old level 9 apprentice mage, when facing a level 18 silver bone skeleton, displayed that calm, composed demeanor, and skilled, exquisite magic technique.

The same magic.

In some mages' hands, it looks ugly, like a dog bear tightly bound; you might think that's the limit, but those guys can always pull off operations that refresh the limit.

While in the hands of some other mages.

Magic, like art, can always burst forth with wondrous splendor.

And in Aobuli's view, this young mage has the potential of the latter.

In recent years.

The Ashen Lands have become increasingly unsettled, and the evil god organization is stirring.

He also heard that recently, someone had dug open the seal of the demon king's tomb beneath the Laomoer High Tower City-state.

Those damned grave robbers, have they really become this arrogant now?

Aobuli had the idea of cultivating seeds.

Although his current apprentices are not bad.

Even some of the necromancer apprentices who went out have made a name for themselves out there.

But this doesn't hinder him; he will put more eggs in several baskets.

"How is your Precision effect?"

The necromancer "Aobuli" inquired.

His voice was slightly hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"My Precision is a bit accurate!"

Ta Ke said as such.

But this cannot fully show the greatness of one's Precision.

Thus Ta Ke charged his right hand with the magic 'Bullet Tendril', and his left hand picked up a hand bone.

He hurled the hand bone forcefully toward the sky.

The charged Bullet Tendril in his right hand fired in a point‑shot manner.

"Bang… bang… bang…"

The hand bone, under Ta Ke's point‑shot Bullet Tendril, danced gracefully in the air, full of rhythm and beat.

A hint of surprise appeared on Aobuli's face.

Bullet Tendril is a magic that simulates firearms.

It demands extremely high marksmanship skill.

For a normal mage, learning Bullet Tendril, hitting the target is already considered good.

But this young mage before us not only exhibits profound mastery of Bullet Tendril, able to perfectly control its charging and release.

Moreover, in terms of Precision, he has near‑artistic mastery.

In fact, what Ta Ke is showing now is only a small part of his Precision ability.

Soon, the bullets ran out and the hand bone fell.

"Clang!"

The hand bone landed back in its original spot.

This made Aobuli look at Ta Ke with renewed esteem.

"With 32% Precision, you shouldn't be able to achieve this effect, right!" Aobuli said.

"Yes, Lord Aobuli."

Ta Ke nodded.

"But before I awakened any extraordinary talent, I was born with amazing aim and a keen sense for this."

"My father often said that I would surely become a hunter of excellent talent."

"But in the end, I still walked the path of a mage."

Aobuli pondered slightly.

"Some kind of… ability etched deep in the genes, not yet manifested in the Precision sequence?"

"Or perhaps a hidden talent?"

In his thoughts, Aobuli laughed.

What it is no longer matters.

What matters is that this child has great talent.

The child himself has an extraordinary disposition, and on top of that, his talent is very high.

Moreover, he is a slip‑through from the local nest area.

"This is simply…"

"Nature's gift!"

Such a thought rose in Aobuli's mind.

(End of chapter)