"Alright," he said, placing his hand against the knight's armored chest. "My turn."

He activated Midas Touch.

Golden light spread from his palm, flowing over the black armor like molten gold. The Death Knight trembled as the energy surged through it, its dark aura twisting and condensing.

The ground beneath them cracked as the pressure surged.

Mike stepped back as the transformation continued. The Death Knight's body twisted and reshaped itself, layers of dark energy compressing and refining. The crude, undead form was gone—what emerged now looked almost alive.

Its body was clad in sleek black-and-violet armor, smooth and refined like forged obsidian. The hollow flames that once burned within its helmet were gone, replaced by a deep, ominous glow hidden behind a closed visor. A long, dark cape flowed behind it, and around its neck rested a thick mantle of gray, fur-like material that radiated cold authority.

Resting against its back was a massive greatsword, far more refined than before—its blade dark, heavy, and filled with silent menace.

The pressure it emitted was completely different now.

Heavier. Denser. Commanding.

Mike and Lily both felt it instantly.

"That…" Mike muttered, eyes wide. "That's on another level."

Lily nodded " Its atleast ten times stronger than Death Knights"

Mike activated Appraisal, and a glowing interface appeared before him.

[ Death Lord ]

Rank: 1

Level: 189 (same level as creator)

Quality: Mythical

Description:

A supreme undead commander born from countless deaths and refined through overwhelming power.

The Death Lord possesses both the authority of a ruler and the destructive might of a battlefield general.

It commands lesser undead instinctively and grows stronger with every fallen enemy within its domain.

Traits:

• Command Authority – Grants absolute control over undead below its rank.

• Undying Body – Regenerates using ambient death energy.

• Dread Presence – Weakens enemies' will and combat efficiency.

• Sovereign of the Fallen – Gains strength proportional to the number of undead under its command.

Mike let out a slow breath. "That's… insane."

Lily crossed her arms, clearly pleased. "It's no longer just a Death Knight. It's a commander now."

Mike looked at the other Death Knights standing silently nearby. After witnessing the transformation, they all seemed… attentive. Almost expectant.

"Let's upgrade the others too," he said, eyes glinting.

"hehe with them we can level up faster and even may go beyond the normal Peak Rank 2 requirement for the Academy Entrance exam" he said as she nodded.

The Death Knights turned toward him as one, their hollow gazes burning brighter than before. It was clear—they understood what was happening.

"By the way," Mike added, glancing at the newly evolved undead, "we should probably name them now. They're not just mindless corpses anymore."

Lily nodded. "At Mythical rank, they gain full sentience. They're no longer simple undead."

She turned to the towering figure before them. "Can you speak?"

The Death Lord straightened, planting his massive sword into the ground. A deep, resonant voice echoed from within the armor—calm, steady, and dignified.

"I can, my lady."

The voice was firm and composed, carrying the weight of command. Nothing like the broken, hollow tones of lesser undead.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's… impressive."

The Death Lord lowered his head slightly. "I am bound by oath and power. I serve."

Lily studied him for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction. "Good."

She turned back to Mike. "See? This is what a true Mythical Undead looks like."

Mike chuckled. "Yeah… definitely not just walking bones anymore."

The Death Lord straightened fully, standing like a general awaiting orders.

"Then," Mike said slowly, a grin forming, "let's turn the others into commanders too."

The Death Knights turned toward him as one, their hollow gazes burning brighter than before. They no longer felt like mindless puppets—they understood.

Mike exhaled slowly. "Alright… let's do this properly."

He stepped forward, placing his hand against the chest of the nearest Death Knight. Golden light surged from his palm, merging with the dark aura already surrounding the undead. The ground trembled as power flowed through it.

One by one, the Death Knights began to change.

Their armor refined, becoming darker and denser. Their presence deepened, pressure radiating outward with each completed evolution. What had once been soldiers were now commanders—Death Lords, each carrying authority and will.

Lily watched in awe as the transformation continued.

One… two… five…

Ten.

Mike finally stepped back, breathing slightly heavier. "That's… my limit for now."

Before him stood ten newly formed Death Lords, each radiating a presence no weaker than the first. Their combined aura pressed down on the land like an invisible storm.

Lily let out a low whistle. "You just turned an army into a legion of commanders."

Mike wiped his brow and chuckled. "Yeah… I'm definitely feeling that one."

Then he looked at her. "Alright. Bring the rest."

She nodded and raised her hand.

Dark portals opened around them, and one by one, the remaining Death Knights emerged—dozens upon dozens. When the last one stepped forward, the count reached well over a hundred.

Mike stared at the army before him. "One hundred and nineteen Death Knights…" He shook his head. "I almost feel bad for that Cyclops boss even more now."

He took a deep breath and activated his skill again.

Golden light erupted outward, enveloping the remaining Death Knights in waves. This time, the transformation was slower—he had to pace himself. After every few evolutions, he paused to recover, then continued.

Minutes passed.

Then tens of minutes.

Finally, when the light faded, the ground was filled with towering figures clad in dark armor—over one hundred and thirty Death Lords, each radiating lethal authority.

Mike wiped the sweat from his brow. "Alright… finally done."

Lily nodded and handed him a mana potion. Mike uncorked it and drank it in one gulp, feeling his drained mana recover almost instantly.

"Okay then," she said, stretching lightly. "Let's divide them and focus on ranking up. If we move fast, we can reach Rank 2—and even Rank 3—before the academy exams."

Mike nodded. "Yeah. That way we'll get in for sure."

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."

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