In a sense, could this be considered a form of veneration of the dead?

Just as she was about to go back to her room to rest, she suddenly found herself in the wheat field in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding scenery was so familiar; Erica had a vivid memory of it.

She knew this was Professor Victor's domain of the dead.

Erica also learned about this through the previous incident.

Professor Victor is actually a necromancer!

The necromancer that Erica learned about in her course on the history of magicians was a typical evil mage.

They disregard humanity, manipulate the dead to fight for them, and completely ignore human ethics and morality.

At first, she couldn't believe that Victor was a necromancer.

But Professor Victor only said one sentence to her.

"Power is just power; whether it is good or evil depends entirely on how the user uses it."

"If you gained immense power, what would you do?"

Erica still doesn't know how to answer this question, because she can't guarantee what she will become after she becomes stronger.

But at least, Professor Victor's words stopped her from dwelling on the issue of necromancers.

But why did the professor send her to this place?

Erica's body is inhabited by two souls: herself and Professor Victor.

Regardless of which side is controlling the body, the other side can only observe the other's actions as a soul.

And here, this realm of the dead is a place specifically for the souls to reside.

Sensing the silence around her, Erica placed a hand in front of her chest, somewhat frightened.

"Professor...?"

Erica called out to Victor in a very soft voice, trying to summon him in the quiet environment.

Soon, a broad, warm hand landed on Erica's shoulder, followed by a calm voice:

"I am here."

Within Viktor's realm, those who enter as souls can touch each other.

Erica breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Victor was right beside her.

After all, she had a clear view of the Bone Arena from nearby.

The dangers involved were something she absolutely did not want to encounter.

Without Professor Victor, she would never be able to stay in this area with peace of mind.

Wait……

The professor sent her here, could it be...?

As if sensing Erica's question, Victor's voice rang out again:

"Do you see the arena in front of us?"

Well……

Erica slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the towering white bone arena.

At that moment, it was as if the arena had been given life, with countless white bones slowly twisting and rubbing.

Even at the edge of the city wall, there were several skeletal warriors in different forms.

They were patrolling slowly, each armed with its own weapon.

Erica felt a sense of foreboding.

As if hearing her innermost thoughts, Victor's calm voice resonated deep within Erica's heart:

"That's your training goal for today."

"Remember, never let your guard down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the calm voice and Viktor's body vanished without a trace.

"Professor? Professor??"

Erica panicked when she realized that Victor was really gone.

In her haste, she moved slightly, her footsteps causing the surrounding golden wheat fields to tremble and rustle.

At that moment, a sound of bones grinding against each other echoed on the ground.

Sensing something was wrong, Erica looked down and discovered...

An arm made of white bones was slowly emerging from the ground and reaching towards her ankle.

When Erica looked up in horror and frantically tried to escape...

The countless skeletal warriors surrounding the Bone Arena had already turned their stiff heads around.

Countless empty gazes converged, igniting a dense fire of the soul.

As if they were watching their prey, they all locked their gazes on Erica.

Sensing the almost suffocating aura, Erica's face turned deathly pale, and her arms trembled involuntarily.

...

In the room, which was decorated in deep red and black, Victor took over Erica's soul and controlled her body.

He slowly raised his head, looking at Erica's reflection in the mirror with low, indifferent eyes.

Viktor casually looked him up and down.

It is developing very well.

Now, Erica is his best vehicle.

Victor will take over Erica's body while she rests, gradually adapting to it.

Just as Victor was admiring that tall, well-built physique, a sharp, critical voice rang in his ears:

"You repressed pervert, I have reason to suspect that this is your revenge after being confessed to."

Viktor, upon hearing this, remained expressionless and simply offered a casual explanation:

"When I use this body, her soul will simply remain idle."

"In that case, we might as well put her aside and train her instead."

Well, that might be considered a reason.

But given Vega's understanding of Victor, his retaliatory actions will certainly be more extensive.

Victor looked at Erica in the mirror and slowly closed his eyes.

A tiny, intense spark suddenly flashed from the black trench coat behind him.

In an instant, crimson flames erupted, engulfing the entire garment.

A vortex of flames rose from her feet to her head, enveloping 'Erica's' body.

The flames dissipated, and a male figure reappeared in front of the mirror.

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