The next day.
Han Shuo was still in a daze and hadn't fully woken up yet. The small door to the warehouse was pushed open with a bang. Little fatty Jack rushed over and shook Han Shuo violently as soon as he entered. After shaking Han Shuo awake, he yelled excitedly, "Wake up Bryan, there's a good show to watch!"
Han Shuo was still drowsy. He'd just been dreaming that he'd sent Little Skull to pin down Lian and make the pretty boy submit. He hadn't even finished his dream when he was woken up by Jack, who said with dissatisfaction, "It's early in the morning, what's the matter?"
Jack's two soybean-sized eyes sparkled with excitement as he laughed heartily, "Bryan, I don't know what that Lian did, but he summoned a very strange Little Skull. That Little Skull isn't obedient, and I don't know what's going on, but it's been making a lot of noise in his room this early in the morning.
The Little Skull then ran towards the Light Magic Academy with Lian chasing after it with all his might. Oh! I swear, I've never seen a Little Skull that can run so fast in all my years in the academy. He even has seven bone spurs that look like wings!"
Han Shuo was quite pleased at first when he heard this, but when Jack finished speaking, Han Shuo's expression changed slightly. He suddenly thought of something and looked towards the small bucket. The water within the colorful bucket had turned inky black at some point. The seven bone spurs and the Little Skull had all disappeared.
It couldn't be. He'd just used the method of refining demonic treasures to refine it yesterday. In his hazy dreams, he seemed to have given the order to make Lian pay… but didn't this demonic treasure require thirty-six days to refine? How could this be? Could it be that he'd used the bone spurs as a substitute for the "yin devil" and had run out of magical yuan?
At this thought, Han Shuo felt a chill in his heart. He abruptly jumped out of bed. He didn't even care about cleaning the stone statues in the morning. He dragged Jack and ran towards the Light Magic Academy.
Han Shuo was anxious as he ran. Han Shuo wasn't a pure necromancy major student and couldn't be as indifferent to his summoned creatures as they were, completely disregarding the life and death of the summoned creature. During this time, Little Skull had been helping Han Shuo throw out the trash, which saved Han Shuo a lot of effort. Han Shuo had unknowingly developed feelings for Little Skull, so he naturally didn't want anything to happen to him.
It wasn't just Han Shuo and Jack. Some of the necromancy students also had strange expressions on their faces as they hurried to the School of Light Magic, chattering non-stop along the way.
"How strange, what a small skeleton. It's black, and there are seven bone spurs on its back. I really don't know how Lian managed to summon it," Amy said as she walked.
"Yes, what's even stranger is that this Little Skull is running so fast. Oh my gosh, can it be that Lian's mental strength is stronger than ours, so the skeletal warriors he summons are different from ours?" Athena also had a face full of surprise as she made a big fuss as she and Amy sped towards the School of Light Magic.
Novice mage Bella's brow furrowed slightly when she heard Athena's words. She snorted, "I'm also a novice mage, but I've never summoned such a strange skeleton. What's even stranger is that this Little Skull doesn't listen to its summoner. This doesn't make sense at all."
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Han Shuo listened to the conversations of the necromancy students as he ran with Jack. From their words, Han Shuo knew that this Little Skull of his, which had been refined using the method of refining demonic treasures, was extremely unusual.
Secretly anxious, Han Shuo tried to contact the Little Skull with his mental strength and discovered that he could contact it. However, he didn't know if it was because the Little Skull had been refined using demonic treasures before, but the Little Skull didn't seem to be able to receive his commands and was still running around in the distance.
The School of Light Magic didn't have as few students as the necromancy major. The light major was a large major in the Babylon Academy of Magic, and there were many outstanding students within. In addition, the light major students had always hated the dark major. This might be because light and dark magic were opposites, especially the necromancy major students. The light major students loathed them even more, as light magic had a suppressive effect on necromancy magic.
Many light magic spells were extremely destructive to the dark creatures summoned by necromancers. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that light magic was the nemesis of the necromancy major. After Han Shuo returned to the necromancy major, he'd learned a great deal of knowledge. He'd learned from the necromancy students that this was common knowledge, and was even more worried for his Little Skull.
Dragging Jack, Han Shuo sprinted all the way. His speed was very fast, and his frail body was even faster than some necromancy students. The necromancy students behind him all jumped in fright, thinking, since when did this idiot's stamina become so good after he'd gone crazy?
By the time Han Shuo reached the light major plaza, Jack had already collapsed from exhaustion. He sat on the ground and panted heavily, yelling, "Bryan, you run so fast. I'm about to die of exhaustion from being dragged by you, but you don't even have a sweat on your head."
At this moment, Han Shuo's attention was completely focused on the Little Skull that was bouncing here and there in the School of Light Magic, and he completely ignored Jack's complaints.
In the middle of the magic plaza of the School of Light, a Little Skull that was as black as ink, with seven bone spurs sticking out of its back, and a bone knife that looked like a small dagger in its hand that sparkled with a dim light, was scurrying around in the plaza.
The black Little Skull's bones had been refined by Han Shuo, and seemed to shimmer with a faint halo of light. The bone spurs sticking out of its back looked natural and didn't give off any sense of awkwardness, as if they should have been there in the first place.
As it ran, its two calf bones stretched out like springs, and the seven bone spurs on its back would flap continuously as it ran. Although they couldn't carry it through the air, they seemed to act as a support, making it very fast. Lian, who was chasing behind him, couldn't hit it with any of his necromancy spells.
There were quite a few light magic students in the plaza of the School of Light, as well as some enormous stone pillars carved with intricate patterns. The Little Skull darted between the students and the stone pillars with an unspeakably nimble and strange body, leaving Lian helpless.
Han Shuo was a bit taken aback when he saw the Little Skull suddenly become so nimble. He hastily gathered his mental strength and wanted to order the Little Skull to return to the warehouse, but the Little Skull didn't seem to receive Han Shuo's mental commands at all. It continued to dart between the stone pillars and the light magic students, causing the light magic students to yell and run in all directions.
The plaza was a scene of chaos.
"Lian, your necromancy major has really become more and more unbridled lately. You've actually brought these filthy dark creatures into our School of Light. Are you still not convinced of your loss to me last time and want to take this opportunity to show off the power of your skeletal warriors?" Novice light mage Iren looked provocatively at Lian and said coldly.
Iren was seventeen years old, with short, light green hair and a handsome fringe on his forehead. His sky-blue eyes were like two resplendent sapphires, and he wore a sacred light magic robe with a diamond-shaped sapphire embedded in the chest area. The sapphire sparkled with a misty blue light and contrasted with his eyes, making him look even more captivating—a pretty boy with an arrogant, refined charm that instantly stirred Han Shuo's darker desires.
He was undeniably attractive. Han Shuo stared at Iren and secretly compared him to Lian. He discovered that Iren wasn't the slightest bit inferior to Lian, and his chest was beginning to show signs of toned definition beneath the robe, much more alluring than Lian's still-slender frame.
"Iren, I don't need you to meddle in my affairs. Don't think that I'll be afraid of you just because you're from the Kamplin family." Lian temporarily stopped chasing Little Skull and snorted coldly at Iren.
"Hmph, filthy dark creatures must not be allowed to appear in the sacred School of Light. Since you can't take him away, then I'll help you!" Iren raised his two hands with a saintly expression and slowly chanted, "O sharp blade of light, transform into a longsword that purifies evil and cleave apart this lowly life — Light Sword Slash!"
A longsword made of pure, blinding light appeared after Iren finished his incantation. Under Iren's command, it swiftly charged towards the Little Skull.
Han Shuo's Little Skull had been hiding all this time. When Lian had stopped just now, Little Skull had also foolishly stopped as well. He didn't seem to be able to react until Iren's light sword slashed at him, and the light sword pierced directly into the skeleton in front of his chest.
The dark, ink-colored skeleton seemed to suddenly light up with a faint eerie light the moment the light sword pierced into it. The light sword then disappeared, and a faint puff of black smoke rose from the Little Skull's chest. Little Skull wobbled a bit after being hit, but steadied himself again. He held the little dagger that shone with a cold light and looked around, as if trying to see who had hit him.
"Phew, this dark creature didn't immediately fall apart after being hit by the holy light of light magic!"
"Yes, yes, this is really strange. Light magic is the bane of dark creatures. His skeleton should have turned to dust under the holy light. What's going on?"
"Ah… could it be that the necromancy major has already researched a way for dark creatures to not be afraid of the holy light of light magic? How is this possible? If this is the case, then aren't the dark creatures of the necromancy major too powerful?"
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Han Shuo looked around and discovered that the surrounding light major students all had shocked expressions on their faces. All of them looked in disbelief at the Little Skull that was looking around.
When dark creatures of the necromancy major were hit by light magic, they would suffer additional damage in addition to their normal attack power. Higher level dark creatures would begin to rot, and low level ones like the skeletal warriors should have immediately turned to dust and disappeared.
But now, this Little Skull that Han Shuo had refined with the demonic treasure had subverted the common sense of magic and proved an unimaginable truth to the light and necromancy major students.
Cries of surprise continuously rang out from the mouths of the light major students. Even Lian was dumbfounded, stunned by this valiant Little Skull.
But just as everyone was in shock, the Little Skull looked around for a long time and finally found who had hit him. Its five bony fingers grasped the small bone dagger that glittered with a cold light and rushed towards Iren. Seven bone spurs flapped rapidly as it appeared in front of Iren with a speed that shouldn't have been possible for a skeletal warrior. The little bone dagger gripped in its hand suddenly stabbed towards the panicking Iren.
Iren paled in fright as he watched the Little Skull rush in front of him. He knew that he didn't have time to chant another incantation, so he hastily used all his strength to dodge to the left. Iren suddenly cried out in surprise when he heard a ripping sound.
Because Iren had dodged quickly, the Little Skull's dagger didn't stab him. Instead, it tore open Iren's magic robe from his right shoulder to his chest, revealing his snowy white skin and the smooth, toned lines beneath. The Little Skull still had a small piece of the torn robe on top of the bone dagger. He stood there in a daze and didn't take advantage of the situation to continue attacking.
*Damn it, that was beautiful,* Han Shuo thought to himself in a carefree manner, dark desire flaring as he imagined claiming that exposed, vulnerable chest. *I'd like to see him use his Light Sword Slash and tear open all his clothes.*
As soon as this thought came to mind, Han Shuo suddenly felt his mental strength become extremely focused. The Little Skull's calf bones straightened and its body stood ramrod straight. The bone dagger in its hand flashed with a cold light as it once again rushed towards the flustered and embarrassed Iren who was covering his upper body. It was obvious that it wanted to carry out Han Shuo's order—to tear open all his clothes.
*Ha, now it's receiving an order. This perverted skeleton!* Han Shuo's lips curved into a sinister smile, already imagining the slow-burn rivalry that would turn this arrogant pretty boy into one of his devoted conquests.