Fang Zhiyi sat blankly on the shabby wooden bed, watching the plot transmitted into his brain by Xiao Hei, coughing from time to time.
This is a magical world. The original owner, Fang Zhiyi, should be the descendant of two magicians. However, since his parents died in a turmoil, Fang Zhiyi's life has changed.
He was frail and had very little magic power, and the weakest kind was wind magic. The college instructors who came to recruit him with great enthusiasm shook their heads and left after testing him, and gradually no one paid attention to him anymore.
This sense of disparity made Fang Zhiyi feel very uncomfortable. He remembered that when he was a child, his parents could take him in and out of the king's palace freely. There, there was a kind little devil to play with him. But now, he could only live in a broken wooden house on the edge of the slums.
He stroked the skull pendant in his hand, which was made of polished bones. That day, he went to visit his parents' grave as usual, but met a frail old man. Fang Zhiyi was very kind and handed his only piece of black bread to the dying old man. The old man looked at him with shining eyes. He touched Fang Zhiyi's head and murmured, "What a good seedling."
Since that day, Fang Zhiyi became the old man's disciple without knowing why.
The teacher taught him a kind of magic called necromancy.
The mental strength that had tried many magics without any response was ignited the moment he first came into contact with the necromancy. Fang Zhiyi followed his teacher to learn with surprise and frequently went to the cemetery. There were only dead people here, and they would not look down on him or humiliate him.
As a sickly orphan, Fang Zhiyi was often bullied. The only people who showed kindness to him were Lily's family who lived not far away. Lily's father was a "deserter", who seemed to have run away because he was unwilling to accept a certain fate. Since then, their family has been driven out of the city.
There was a knock on the door of the cabin, and Fang Zhiyi hurriedly put away the skull pendant. The teacher said that this thing must not be seen by others, otherwise it will bring disaster.
"Brother Zhiyi." Lily held up the chipped bowl in her hand. "Mom bought some cheap meat today and made some broth. I'll bring you a bowl."
Fang Zhiyi looked at her. There was some flour on the girl's face and a wild rose in her hair. This was the most expensive outfit for little girls in the slums.
"Thank you." Fang Zhiyi was very happy.
Ever since people discovered that he often went to the cemetery, rumors spread that he was practicing witchcraft. Fang Zhiyi would feel many wary and unfriendly glances when walking on the street.
The teacher died, but he looked peaceful when he died. He left Fang Zhiyi a tattered notebook, repeatedly urging him to be just.
"Even if you practice dark magic that is not recognized by the world, as long as you are an upright person, then this magic will not be dark."
That night, Fang Zhiyi kept using corpses to summon the undead. After they dispersed, he looked dull and had no idea what to do.
In the end, Fang Zhiyi made a stupid decision. He decided to go to the city to apply for the magic academy.
When he walked into the examination room, many people looked at him in surprise. They knew this kid, his parents were both magicians, but he himself was a waste.
Fang Zhiyi used the method in his teacher's notes to disguise his magic power to provide continuity for wind magic, and was admitted to the Magic Academy with barely passing grades. It is not ruled out that someone helped him for the sake of his parents.
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