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Lynch imdiately entered a state of ditation.
As soon as he cald his mind, his Spiritual Power was drawn into resonance by the song.
Amidst the chanting, he felt as if he were in a boundless, deep blue ocean, surrounded by slowly drifting, luminous jellyfish, with schools of colorful fish occasionally swimming past.
His body felt as if it were enveloped by a gentle current, bringing him an unprecedented sense of relaxation and peace.
The gentle current washed over him, soothing the ntal fatigue deep within his spiritual world—fatigue born from constant combat, plotting, and scheming. The restlessness and sluggishness caused by the rapid growth of his Spiritual Power also gradually settled.
His spiritual world beca incredibly clear.
Even the blurry barrier that had been blocking his path to advancent beca clearer.
Before he knew it, notifications began to flood the illusory panel before his eyes.
[You used Basic ditation Skill (LV2) to ditate. Under the special effect of ’Blessing of the Sea’, your ditation efficiency has been significantly increased. You have gained 73 EXP. Current skill level: LV2 (6528/9000).]
[You... under ’Blessing of the Sea’... 96... LV2 (6624/9000).]
[You...]
As the notifications appeared one after another, his experience points began to surge like a flood bursting through a dam.
anwhile, his Spiritual Power, which had stagnated due to being stuck at a level cap, began to increase bit by bit, constantly pushing past its own limits.
After so ti, Sea Song’s chanting gradually grew faint and distant, about to fade into silence.
At that mont.
"POP~"
A crisp, pleasant shattering sound echoed from the depths of his mind.
It was a sound only Lynch could hear, as if so kind of barrier had been broken.
The next instant.
The intensity of his Spiritual Power skyrocketed, instantly shattering its previous shackles and more than doubling the size of his Mana pool.
In that mont.
His spiritual perception beca sharper and more refined. His control over death energy grew more deft, as if the entire world had beco clearer and more vibrant in his "eyes."
Unconsciously, he realized the singing had stopped. The camp was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the bonfire.
Lynch slowly opened his eyes.
For a mont, his dark eyes grew deeper and more profound, like stars in the night sky.
This was an external manifestation of his Spiritual Power undergoing a qualitative change and his soul receiving its initial tempering.
After a while, the look in his eyes would settle down again.
He silently pulled up his panel to check his skills.
Sure enough, Basic ditation Skill had risen to LV3 (297/18000), which ant its efficiency would have also increased.
But most importantly, he had finally advanced from a "Necromancer Apprentice" to a "Tier One Necromancer."
This ant he had finally crossed the first major threshold on the path of the extraordinary, becoming an official Caster.
He could feel a qualitative leap in the fine perception and control of his Spiritual Power compared to before, and its overall intensity had also increased significantly.
Lynch felt that he could now easily control over a hundred Skeleton minions.
In terms of spiritual connection, his link with his Skeleton Guards and Soul Fire units had beco much clearer.
Even his control range had extended.
’So this is...’
’The Spiritual Power of a proper Tier One Mage?’
A fire ignited in Lynch’s heart. After becoming a Tier One Necromancer, he could now learn so more powerful Necromancer skills.
For example, the Corpse Resurrection Skill, Corpse Enhancent Skill, Bone Spear Skill, and Pain Curse he had been longing for. Not only could he begin to cultivate his own corpse servants, but he also had a chance to help his buddy, the Black Corpse, advance to Tier Two faster.
Additionally, he would gain another Contract Slot for a Netherworld Skeleton, aning he could summon a third one. And that kid, Bone Valor · Witch Demon King, could finally escape his fate as cannon fodder.
’There’s so much to do.’
’Of course, I have to take it one step at a ti.’
Suppressing his excitent, Lynch raised his gaze to the rmaid Princess, Sea Song · Xiyin.
In stark contrast to Lynch’s vigorous state,
Sea Song, who was already pale, now had a face as white as paper. Her beautiful, sapphire-blue eyes had lost much of their luster, and she looked utterly exhausted, as if she had just recovered from a major illness.
Clearly, chanting "Blessing of the Sea" had been an imnse strain on her, nearly draining her of all her energy and spirit.
Serena and the other Naga guards saw this and grew anxious, but they were helpless to do anything.
In Lynch’s mind, his assessnt of Sea Song’s value rose another major notch.
’The ability to help soone break through a bottleneck—even a Low Tier one—is extrely valuable.’
This Blessing of the Sea had saved him at least a month and a half of arduous training.
"Not bad," Lynch praised. "Your ’Blessing of the Sea’ has earned you my respect."
He gestured to the iron pot nearby.
"The remaining broth and venison in the pot are all yours. Also..."
He pondered for a mont, then swapped the contents of two Space Rings. He put on the dium-sized Space Ring himself, and had a Skeleton give the original small one to Sea Song. "You can store your own personal items in this."
"Thank you, my lord." Sea Song accepted the small Space Ring weakly. Forcing down her discomfort, she quickly stored away the personal items that made her blush.
’On this perilous land, in the hands of this powerful Necromancer, this is perhaps the best situation I can hope for right now.’
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