It was the same food he had before. There was some white bread, smoked fish, honey water, green peas, and mashed potatoes. He did drink two ration potions before, but the sight of the foods still made him hungry.
Thus, he began to take his seat. He was alone, but he still adhered to his table manners. He didn’t leave any food to waste. Slowly and steadily, he gulped down the food down his stomach.
As he left the table, a white light flashed across the table again. All the dishes disappeared. As it turned out, the dining table had a short-distance teleportation portal drawn on it. As simple as its structure was, the table must’ve been really durable to withstand its effect.
Upon a closer look, Abel realized that his guess was right. The table was actually made with magical ingredients. It must’ve been extraordinarily expensive. Unlike the 50-metre tower he had, everything here must be bought at market price.
The Miracle Wall was a 3000-metre tall magic tower. As one of the lowliest members of this place, Abel understood just how high the hierarchy was. From his understanding, none of the intermediate wizards here were living in the wizard’s encampment. All of them had to be inside the Magic Wall itself, and that was really saying something.
Since Abel was done with his dinner, he made his way back to the training room. He didn’t know the time for sure, but it should be around seven o’clock. He wasn’t in a rush or anything. He wasn’t planning to head to the dark world today.
Yes, he had other plans for himself. According to what the miracle spirit told him, his mission here was to “suppress the death qi that was swarming here.” As he realized that his death qi wasn’t forming during the day, then it’d only make sense that it would emerge in the night.
When the clock hit exactly at seven, Abel began to feel something. There was a terrifying amount of death qi that was rushing outside the Miracle Wall. Anguish. Hatred. Melancholy. The sheer amount of negative emotion was so much that it felt like the apocalypse had come.
His objective was clear. Every night, the death qi would reach a certain threshold, so much so that it would start to burst. While some of it would be absorbed by the Miracle Wall’s energy conversion circle (that’d be used to power up the tower), a large part of it would only bring destruction to the area that it was in.
If this death qi was not successfully suppressed, it might just create more dead creatures outside the Miracle Wall. This was where the wizards did their jobs. By clearing out the death qi, they could filter it with their own power of the Will and use it for something productive. The death qi was a great energy source. To this day, the Orc Empire still didn’t know about it, but it was actually very vital for maintaining the Miracle Wall.
Abel decided to have a chat with the miracle spirit’s parents first. To be honest, he wasn’t very confident in this mission. While his power of the Will was much stronger than most people, it’d be a very demanding task to clear out all this death qi. It was almost like he was being set up to be trapped in this place.
No wonder this was a once-in-a-year mission. Abel had thought that this job was easy, but he realized just how wrong he was. As simple as the job seemed to be, that was nowhere to be the case. If someone was to do this twice in a year, they would most likely die of exhaustion.
Abel murmured to himself, “It’s so thick! So this is the death qi that’s been piled up over the last few millennia!”
As soon as he said that, he began to realize something. This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted death qi thick enough to last inside his druid spirit. And now that he’s got the “full recovery potion” on him, he was feeling braver than ever to test the idea out.
Without further ado, he started channeling the death qi in the air into his druid spirit. Obviously, the vitality energy inside was not going to allow that, so he had to be very fast to finish drawing his “command skeleton” spell rune.
He was fast enough to get it done. Then, something unexpected started to happen. As though having found a place to be, the death qi that was lurking inside the room started rushing into the spell rune he just drew. At the same time, a skeleton symbol started to appear on the skill tree of his Horadric Cube.
With more death qi rushing into his spell rune, the level of his “command skeleton” spell started to increase exponentially. By the way, if the world stone fragment didn’t give him the ability to process a huge amount of data at a time, he would’ve ignored this change immediately. This was actually the first time that he’s ever paid attention to the change of his spell level.
Abel was starting to feel a bit hesitant. Right now, a huge amount of death qi was rushing towards his druid spirit. If things went out of control, his mind would most likely be in a very, very terrible state.
Obviously, he did have the option to cut off the death qi from entering into his head. But, if he did that, he would’ve lost the chance to enhance his “command skeleton” spell at such a rapid pace. Now, “command skeleton” was a passive spell, just like his “warm air” spell,” which he maxed his level at only recently.
If he cut off the death qi supply now, Abel would have to wait for at least two years. That was two years before his spiritual guardian knights would reach their full potential.
In a room that was not far away from Abel, a wizard was sitting right inside his defensive circle. He was trying to “exorcise” the death qi rolling around. There was so much that they were starting to take shape in physical forms. Sometimes, they would be men. Sometimes, it’d be women. It’d be elders and newborn babies, and they were all crying, screaming, praying, and singing songs of curses.
By creating a long whip with his power of the Will, the wizard lashed at these cursed creations. Every time he did so, the death qi would start to reduce by a bit. After doing so for six hours straight, hot sweat started pouring from this wizard’s face. He didn’t know if he could last any longer, but he knew he couldn’t stop before dawn.
Yet, he started to sense that something was wrong. The death qi was vanishing at a pace that was faster than the way he was attacking it.
“Not so much today, I guess,” the wizard murmured to himself as he rushed his attacks. Soon, the death qi became so weak that the Miracle Wall could handle it all. He took a long breath as he readied himself for the sleep that he didn’t expect to have.
Back to Abel. Since he was absorbing all the death qi inside his head, all the negative, terrifying aura was being eliminated in the seconds. Of course, he was the only one who was daring enough to do something like. No sane man would try to direct death qi right into his own head.
After six hours, all the unfiltered death qi went into Abel’s “command skeleton” rune pattern. It all became the feed for his new-gained skill.
Even the orc priests would’ve never tried something like this. The death qi was an extremely dangerous force. If it became more than what its user could handle, that user might turn into a death creature.
