"You're still so fixated on the Philosopher's Stone..."

A young male mage sighed as he looked at Vera, who was sharing her post-graduation achievements, and said with a sigh, "How could a genius of the Evocation Department have turned out like this?"

As for Vera, who was expressing such disappointment, she didn't seem to care. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not in such a hurry now. I've found a safer way to achieve immortality, which is far more stable than the resurrection through the Philosopher's Stone."

Carrying the Philosopher's Stone means you can only be resurrected once after being killed, which is nothing like the ease and comfort of entrusting your soul to Yinra... and then give the Philosopher's Stone to Yinra again.

The Philosopher's Stone's resurrection has a drawback: after resurrection, the user's Wind Mana is in a stagnant state and cannot be used for a long time... So if you are killed in battle, you will be killed again immediately after resurrection.

But if it were given to Yimra...

The governor didn't have any Mana to begin with. If he could refine ten or eight pieces and put them all on Seira... then it wouldn't be a question of immortality anymore. At that time, even if someone wanted to kill Seira, they would have to consider whether they would be blown up and turned into Seira's wings.

Good heavens, he's absolutely invincible!

Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?!

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

!

Vera, lost in her fantasies, chuckled foolishly, while her tutor, quite disgusted, kicked the most mischievous girl out of the classroom, saying, "Anyway, now that you're hanging out with Illa, I'm not worried about you dying... If you cause any trouble, just don't say I'm your teacher."

"..."

Vera blinked, snapping out of her daze. She looked at the closed classroom door and, having nothing more to say, simply turned and went downstairs, saying, "Goodbye, teacher. If I get into trouble, I'll definitely say you instructed me to."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

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"Professor Yin Xide Luo..."

As Mobius spoke, he looked at his great master of the Necromancer school, who was still the same... a hooded skeleton, repeating the action of spitting saliva and turning the page while reading the book.

If no one reminds him, he will never realize that he has actually run out of saliva.

Isidro Collins looked up briefly, then lowered his head again upon seeing it was Mobius, replying, "You are... Mo... what was it again? Mobius?"

Recalling the name that had left a deep impression on him, Yin Xide Luo nodded with satisfaction and said, "I wasn't there at the last Tower Conference, but I heard later... that you did quite well in the Demon King's territory."

More than just good, after becoming the leader of the Lich Kingdom, Mobiras practically didn't know what "rule" meant, and there was no one from the Demon King's territory to take charge.

You could say they were let loose.

Before Mobillas could respond, Isidro handed him the small box on the table, saying, "This is your gift. The students from your cohort have already taken it. This is yours."

It sounds like the students who underwent the Insidero transformation ceremony along with Mobiras had already arrived before Mobiras... That's normal, since Mobiras went to the Battle Mage school first.

"Gift?"

In response to Mobiras's doubts, Yinsidero nodded and said, "Yes, it's just a small token of my appreciation. I had almost given up on ritual studies back then, but you guys showed me that I still have a lot of talent."

Although after Mobius's group, his ritual failure rate became 100% again, it was definitely not his fault; it must have just been a coincidence.

That's what Insidero thought, and that's what everyone else in the Tower of the Pure White thought... They also believed it was a coincidence—Mobiras and the others' survival must have been a stroke of luck.

Mobius gladly accepted the gift and, out of politeness, opened the gift box on the spot. He then saw a crystal skull that looked like a male skull.

He was about eleven or twelve years old.

"This is the head of your descendants, one of my students from several batches after you. They died after the ritual, and their bodies crystallized. The skull has an unusually high mana conductivity."

As he explained the cruel truth in such a simple way, Isidro watched as Mobiras carefully put away the skull. He nodded and said, "Live on, inheriting their remains... One day they will develop sentience and apologize to them for me."

While it sounds like a hypocrite, since if you're going to apologize from the start, you might as well not use students for experiments, but...

That's what the Necromancer school is like.

"I know."

Mobius said, putting the skull back into the package. He simply nodded in response... How should I put it, because the Necromancers ultimately disregard life.

This is a very twisted school of thought...

Before the living die, they are merely living; after the living die, the dead were once living... The dead, who have lost their lives, are more worthy of reverence than the living, but the dead themselves are not worthy of reverence.

Reverence and respect come from the dead who once possessed life... Neither the living nor the dead receive such treatment, but the dead were all living beings in life, so they all deserve respect.

But they do not enjoy the glory of their lives... yet they have to bear the evil of their lives.

The necromancy school's philosophy is strange in this way, but upon closer reflection, it seems to have a kind of hollow clarity... as if the concepts of life and death have become meaningless at this moment.

"Mentor, during this time I've learned a little... are we the only students left alive among your students?"

Mobius, who asked the question, wasn't particularly interested in the answer. He sighed and said, "Forgive my bluntness, but your talent in rituals is quite normal, however... your modifications to rituals are somewhat..."

After a pause, Mobius searched for the right words in his mind. He found a suitable word and simply advised his mentor, "Too hasty... What are you chasing after?"

"..."

To this, Insidero seemed unwilling to answer, and Mobiras didn't expect an answer either. He shook his head, prepared to leave, and then...

"Actually... I've noticed some clues."

As Yinsidero said this, Mobiras also stopped walking.

"What I'm about to say is for you to know... or you can just tell Illa."

As he spoke, Yin Xide Luo slowly raised his head. He first warned about the importance of keeping this matter a secret, and then said, "There may be some problems with the return of the souls... Perhaps after we die, our souls did not return to the World Tree."

"Instead... it returned to the World Tree, returned to the hands of something I cannot understand."