Chapter 310:

Moonlight passed through the withered branches, scattering into broken fragments as it slanted onto the ground.

The bark peeled away.

The tree trunks twisted.

In this Sorcerer world influenced by the Netherworld, such grotesque sights were everywhere. Gray mold spread across the landscape, and flocks of crows cawed mournfully as they circled above.

At times, the sky seemed to ripple like a living being.

As if an enormous entity twisted within.

Roaming.

Moving slowly.

The breath of death enveloped every living thing.

“The plan is going smoothly.”

“I am steadily progressing toward becoming a Second-Ring Sorcerer.”

“If everything proceeds as expected, I can continue advancing. However, the effects of the Soul Collector are ultimately limited.”

“In the later stages of the Sorcerer system, besides focusing on soul strength, one’s personal understanding of truth becomes even more crucial.”

His voice was blurred beneath the moonlight.

Standing by the window, Xu Xi gazed out at the withered forest and the eerie, blood-colored scenery, contemplating his future plans.

His plan wasn’t complicated.

First, he needed to strengthen himself to ensure survival in this perilous Sorcerer world.

Then, he would proceed with his research—studying death, studying souls, and ultimately, studying truth.

As for the realm of the Seven-Ring Legendary Sorcerer…

Xu Xi wasn’t overly optimistic.

For him, reaching the Five-Ring Sorcerer level in this simulation would already be an excellent outcome.

“This world… is deeper than it seems.”

Xu Xi looked outside, where the dense aura of death swirled in the darkness, accompanied by piercing wails that seemed to twist everything in a bizarre distortion.

Flowers remained flowers.

Grass remained grass.

Humans remained humans.

Yet, under the relentless erosion from the Netherworld, the constant influx of death energy was subtly altering everything.

“Sorcerers, the Netherworld, summoning, rituals…”

“If my guess is correct, the Sorcerer who called upon the Netherworld a thousand years ago must have done so to break through their limits.”

“A Six-Ring Sorcerer? Or perhaps a Seven-Ring Sorcerer?”

“There’s no information confirming where that Sorcerer is now. There’s a high chance they’re still somewhere in the Sorcerer world.”

His fingers tapped lightly on the bedside table.

Lifted, then fell again.

Xu Xi stared at the crisscrossing branches of the withered forest, lost in deep thought.

There was no doubt that Sorcerer was powerful. Though the chances of encountering them were slim, it was always wise to remain cautious.

Besides…

Even without considering that unknown, formidable Sorcerer,

This world was still filled with countless threats—undead calamities, resurrected liches, skeletal dragons…

“Things are starting to get interesting…”

“I wonder… just how far I will go in the end.”

Under the blood moon, Xu Xi clicked his tongue.

Compared to the magic worlds ruled by gods,

This chaotic Sorcerer world felt even more surreal, its future unpredictable.

Creak—

Creak, creak—

A sound interrupted Xu Xi’s thoughts.

It came intermittently, repeating itself. It was the subtle shifting of the mansion’s front door.

Whoever was pushing it open seemed afraid of disturbing him, moving ever so slowly, cautiously stepping into the house.

“You can just push it open, Sylvia. I’m still awake.”

Xu Xi spoke, his voice carrying through the mansion by the power of a spell.

The hesitant creaking stopped, and the door opened normally.

“My apologies, Master Sorcerer, for disturbing your rest.”

The sound of iron boots echoed through the hallway.

It was Sylvia. She had just returned from slaying undead outside—her routine, and also the belief she held firmly.

In truth,

Lately, since Xu Xi needed soul fire, he had been hunting down many undead himself, making Sylvia’s patrols somewhat unnecessary.

Yet in her heart, she never stopped worrying about those who lacked strength.

Whenever she had spare time,

She would visit different villages, keeping an eye on the movements of the undead.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Sylvia. It’s just a small matter,” Xu Xi said as he stepped away from the window, motioning for her to sit.

Her armor was heavy, tightly encasing the skeletal form beneath.

To support such weight,

Xu Xi had crafted a special chair through Sorcererry, ensuring it could bear Sylvia’s presence.

They sat across from each other, discussing his research results and the recent changes in undead activity.

“Master Sorcerer, are you leaving soon?”

“Mm, just about.”

“I see…”

Sylvia removed her helmet, revealing her pale skull and the emerald-green flames flickering in her eye sockets. In the darkness, they glowed vividly.

Her fingers intertwined,

Unconsciously rubbing against each other, betraying her nervousness.

In the end, all of her unease melted into quiet acceptance.

“A month… really passed by so quickly…”

Lowering her head, in a position where Xu Xi couldn’t see, the light in her green eyes dimmed.

She didn’t want him to leave.

Like a greedy character in a story who never had enough,

She longed for more time together.

She longed for normal conversations.

But that wasn’t possible.

The Master Sorcerer had his own goals.

The fact that he had stayed for a month was already a stroke of fortune.

Besides, she too had her own responsibilities.

Patrolling the former lands of the Crowfield family,

Protecting the helpless and unfortunate,

Ensuring the dead would not disturb the living.

Their paths were neither crossed nor parallel.

Parting was inevitable.

Sylvia sat silently, accepting this reality. Then, she offered her blessing.

“I wish you a safe journey, Master Sorcerer.”

She wanted to smile.

But without flesh, her skeletal face could not form such an expression.

So instead, Xu Xi saw the flames in her soul flicker—a different kind of smile.

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“Thank you, Sylvia.”

Xu Xi smiled, acknowledging the goodwill of the undead girl.

He flipped his wrist,

And took out a Death Spirit Mushroom.

With a flick of his hand, he set it alight.

This type of mushroom, when stir-fried, would release a rich, aromatic flavor,

Originating from the Death Spirit Realm.

When fully cooked, it became edible for the living,

But when burned in its natural state, it emitted a fragrance that comforted the dead.

“So fragrant.”

Still clad in armor, Sylvia’s mood visibly lifted.

She inhaled deeply,

And her eyes instinctively narrowed—

Reminding Xu Xi of a cat intoxicated by catnip.

“Master Sorcerer, do you have any plans? Like, where you’ll go next?”

In the stillness of the bedroom, Sylvia posed her question.

“Nothing special. Just continuing my training, strengthening myself.”

Xu Xi spoke slowly,

Using simple words to explain the world of Sorcerers to the undead girl before him.

Moving forward,

He would continue his exploration.

Growing stronger, seeking truth—until his life burned out.

“Wow…”

That magical vision of the future made Sylvia exclaim in wonder.

“Then… if you become truly powerful, what will you do?”

She followed up with another question.

Xu Xi didn’t answer immediately.

Tilting his head slightly,

He gazed at the twisted branches swaying outside the window.

“Perhaps… I’ll try to save this world that is already beyond cure.”

Sick?

The world?

Sylvia, who had received noble education since childhood and prided herself on her knowledge,

Was momentarily stunned.

The silent night carried the scent of decay—

The final remnants of souls rotting away.

Not just of living beings,

But of the world itself.