He looked over the massive army of Death Lords standing silently behind them and let out a quiet sigh. "Though… I doubt I'll be able to use them during the academy trials. Even upgraded, they still rely on your mana, and the academy definitely won't allow external help like this."

Lily shrugged. "True. But once I rank up, I'll be able to give you even stronger blessings. That should increase your mana pool a lot."

She smiled slightly. "Then we can look for even stronger undead… or better summoning skills. Maybe both."

Mike chuckled. "Sounds like a plan."

He glanced once more at the towering undead army and shook his head in disbelief.

Or maybe, he thought, I'll just get another powerful Talent. After all, every Talent I gain—past or future—seems to end up being SSS rank anyway.

"Also, I have this," Lily said, holding out several items.

Mike looked down and saw five skill books in her hands. "You have more skill books for me?" he asked, surprised, as he took them.

"Not exactly," she said, handing him four of them first. Then she placed her hand over the last one.

Dark mana gathered around her palm, and the book began to change. The white cover slowly turned pitch black, necromantic symbols carving themselves across its surface.

Mike's eyes widened. "That's… a Death Knight skill book?"

She nodded. "Yes. My father's friend is a special-class Librarian. He has the ability to create empty skill books—books that can store copied skills."

She handed the black book to Mike. "I copied my Death Knight creation skill into it. With your current mana reserves, you can now create at least one Mythical Death Lord of your own."

Mike stared at the book, stunned. "You're serious…?"

She nodded again. "Completely. And according to him, there are other special classes like his out there. But they're extremely rare. Each one is basically treated as a national treasure."

Mike let out a quiet breath. "Yeah… I can see why."

She smiled faintly. "My dad might just be a non-awakened healer, but he's got connections. Lots of them."

Mike chuckled. "Sounds like an incredible man."

She smiled softly. "He is."

Mike looked back down at the book and then after upgrading it he used it without hesitataion.

A surge of dark energy rushed into him as knowledge flooded his mind.

[Skill Acquired: Death Lord Creation]

Rank: Mythical

Description: Allows the user to create a Death Lord using vast quantities of corpses and mana. The created Death Lord inherits a portion of the user's power and grows alongside them.

Mike exhaled slowly. "So… the Death Lord inherits part of my stats."

He looked up, thinking. "That means the stronger I get, the stronger they become."

Lily tilted her head in confusion. "It wasn't the same for the Death Knights?"

Mike shook his head. " I think it's because this one is Mythical rank."

She nodded slowly in understanding. "That makes sense."

Then she looked at him sharply. "Alright, then—what are you waiting for? Give it to me."

Mike blinked. "Huh?"

She crossed her arms. "You know exactly what I mean."

He sighed and shook his head. "I knew it. You were planning this from the start."

Still, he didn't resist. He took out the empty skill books, then after copying the two Mythical Death Lord and Mythical Lich, he handed them to her.

She accepted them with a satisfied smile. "Good."

Mike watched as she learned both the Mythical Death Lord Creation skill and the Mythical Eldritch Summoning skill into her own collection.

"Now I only have two empty skill books left," Mike said.

"Can you get me more?" he asked.

She nodded. "I can. But the Librarian class has limits—you can't mass-produce them. At best, I can get you one or two per month."

Mike let out a slow breath. "That's still more than enough."

She smiled faintly. "Good. Then we'll use them wisely."

After that, they divided the Death Lords evenly between them. Once everything was settled, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

Mike returned home, exhausted but satisfied. He lay down on his bed, closed his eyes, and shifted his consciousness back to the Origin World.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in his avatar's body, lying on the familiar bed inside the inn where he had last logged out.

He exhaled softly.

"Back again…" he murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

"Now I should use the undead to level up fast and reach Rank 2 as soon as possible," Mike muttered as he stood up and left the Winter Island Dungeon gate.

He returned to Valor City adventurer guild and searched through the available Rank 3 dungeons until one caught his attention—the Kingdom of the Crownless King.

This dungeon was infamous.

It told the story of a fallen kingdom, ruled by a prince who had slain his entire royal family to seize the throne. In the end, his ambition consumed everything, and the kingdom collapsed under his rule.

The dungeon itself followed strict rules.

To clear the dungeon, one had to defeat the four Dukes who ruled different regions of the kingdom, obtain their respective keys, and then enter the royal palace to confront the fallen king himself. Only after defeating it can one come out of the Dungeon.

It took Mike a full day to reach the dungeon entrance from the Valor's City. Just like the Winter Island, the Crownless Kingdom Dungeon Gate was heavily guarded. Massive stone walls surrounded the entrance, and elite guards stood watch around a towering white stone slab that served as the gateway into the dungeon.

Mike presented his ID, and after a brief inspection, he was allowed inside.

Beyond the checkpoint, the atmosphere changed completely.

The interior of the staging area was crowded—dozens of adventurers moving back and forth, forming parties, checking gear, arguing, negotiating, and shouting recruitment calls. It was loud, chaotic, and alive with activity completely different from barren Winter Island.

"I'm a Rank B healer! Anyone need support?"

"Looking for a tank for the eastern district!"

"Party of three, need one more DPS!"

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