Of course.
Mo Fan may have given him a name,but there was no telling whether the other party had actually taken any of it in.
After all,that"Mo You"across from him,wearing a face identical to Mo Fan's...
Merely blinked those exceedingly clear eyes.
He seemed to have no particular concept of the name.
The expression on his face was still a blank sheet of paper,carrying the sort of daze and simplicity of a newborn infant as he crouched quietly in front of Mo Fan.
Mo Fan glanced at him and couldn't help sighing.
The inheritance and memory fragments left behind by the Formless Demon Embryo were far too vast and tangled.
There was no way Mo Fan could fully digest all that information in a short span...
Let alone figure out exactly what the situation was with this avatar right now.
"Forget it.Not realistic to expect you to answer questions at this point."
Mo Fan stood up.
Since this avatar was already of one mind with him,and staying inside the[Necrotic Realm]was absolutely safe,there was no need to rush.
The more important matter at hand was examining his Tier-3 panel now that he'd finally crossed that great threshold.
Mo Fan turned around and sank his attention into his sea of consciousness.
And he failed to notice...
In the very instant he turned away,his back to Mo You...
That"Mo You,"crouched on the ground with his face full of blankness and simplicity,was slowly losing the dazed look in his eyes.
His gaze gradually turned somewhat vacant.
But deep within those eyes...
Countless intricate motes of light were flickering madly.
Hummm...
In Mo Fan's field of vision...
Unlike before...
This time the panel clearly carried a more solid,substantial texture.
[Basic Information]
Name:Mo Fan
Class:Necromancer(Tier-3)
Realm:Foundation Establishment(Body)/Undead Mentor
Level:LV.22
[Core Attributes]
HP:3000/3000
Mana:5000/5000
Soul Strength(CPU):500
CPU Load:151/500
Hsss...
Even though Mo Fan had been expecting it...
The instant he made out that row of numbers,he still couldn't help sucking in a mouthful of frigid death energy.
Setting aside the explosive growth in HP and Mana...
His Soul Strength had already far exceeded his expectations.
Current load was only 151 points.
Which meant he was sitting on nearly 350 points of idle processing power!
That was already enough for him to raise another absolutely terrifying heavy-armored corps of high-tier undead!
Mo Fan forcibly pressed down the excitement in his heart and let his gaze continue downward.
[Skill Points]
Available SP:4
[Skill Slots:8/15]
[Death Vision]LV.2
[Bone Armament]LV.2
[Grave Chill]LV.2
[Corpse Explosion]LV.2
[Death Frenzy]LV.2
[Floating Soul Wings]LV.2
[Death Missile]LV.2
[Corpse Binding]LV.2
The skill slots had expanded straight to fifteen,giving him enormous room for tactical combinations.
However...
These conventional attribute increases weren't the core qualitative change of the Tier-3 Undead Mentor.
Mo Fan's gaze locked hard onto those few new Tier-3 authorities at the very bottom,glowing with deep purple light.
[Death Domain(Basic)]
[Necro Constructs]
[Necrotic Realm Authority Expanded]
With a flicker of thought,Mo Fan opened the detailed description for[Death Domain]first.
[Death Domain·Passive:Wherever the Necromancer stands,the aura of death naturally converges.Undead under his command within the Death Domain gain continuous recovery and enhancement.Corpses and remnant souls within the Death Domain decay more slowly and become more susceptible to necromantic spells.]
"A permanent home field buff?"
Mo Fan's eyes lit up,instantly grasping the strategic significance of the thing.
The range of this Basic Death Domain wasn't large for now.
It probably only covered a few meters around him.
But it was already completely different from before.
Now that he'd broken through to Tier-3...
He seemed to finally be touching the core essence of what it meant to be a Necromancer.
Dominion.
Anywhere he stood...
Was the undead's home turf!
"How big the actual amplification is,I'll test slowly next time I go out and pick a fight."
Mo Fan rubbed his chin and turned his attention to the second new authority.
[Necro Constructs].
"How do you use this one?"
Mo Fan swept a look around this little world,now expanded to a thousand square meters and beginning to take shape.
He tried issuing a construction command to the System in his mind.
RUMBLEEE!!!
The instant the command went out...
That once-empty,level ground of shadow suddenly let out an exceedingly violent tremor!
The dense death energy from all directions surged madly toward the open space in front of Mo Fan as though drawn by something.
Accompanied by a bone-grinding screech that set the teeth on edge...
Thick,ghastly white bone pillars burst up out of the ground one after another,interweaving and climbing over one another.
In the span of barely a dozen breaths...
A massive,magnificent palace of white bone,radiating an endless ghastly aura,forcibly wrenched itself up out of this dead-silent land!
The palace gate was an enormous skull with its blood-red maw gaping wide.
Mo Fan tilted his head back,looked at this palace of pure dark fantasy styling,and swallowed hard.
Then he strode inside.
The palace interior was extremely spacious.
On the towering vault of white bone,several clumps of ghostly blue spirit-fire burned,never to be extinguished.
And in the deepest recess of the palace...
There stood a colossal white bone throne,pieced together from countless demon beast skulls and blades.
In this cavernously empty hall...
That throne looked somewhat solitary and forlorn.
Mo Fan walked up the steps one at a time.
Turned around.
And sat down on that white bone throne,sprawling with the arrogance of a warlord.
Hum.
The moment he sat down...
An exceedingly profound sense of dominion welled up in his heart.
Several brand-new options appeared directly in front of his line of sight as floating projections.
[Forge][Nurture][Expand][Recruit]
Mo Fan scanned across them in turn.
[Forge]and[Nurture]both opened to grayed-out empty slots for now,with prompts indicating the corresponding resources needed to be invested.
But just seeing those two words...
Was already enough to set Mo Fan's blood surging.
It meant that in the future he might genuinely be able to craft undead equipment and nurture undead inside the Necrotic Realm...
Gradually establishing an undead system that was truly his own!
Afterward...
Mo Fan tried opening the[Expand]option.
[Current Necrotic Realm:Nascent Stage]
[Unknown regions exist beyond the space's boundary]
[Expansion Requirements:???]
[Expansion Rewards:???]
"..."
Mo Fan looked at that row of glaring question marks,the corner of his mouth twitching.
"This garbage system.It's Tier-3 and it still can't kick the habit of playing riddle master?"
"What the hell is this supposed to be!"
Complaints aside...
Mo Fan raised his head and,through the palace's bone gate,gazed into the depths of the endless death energy beyond the boundary of this thousand-square-meter region.
Somewhere in the unseen...
He could clearly feel it.
As his level and tier rose...
The Necrotic Realm was peeling back some deeper secret for him,bit by bit.
In the depths of that endless death energy...
Something really did seem to be hidden.
It was only that with his current authority,he couldn't reach it yet.
Finally...
Mo Fan looked at the grayed-out[Recruit].
He tried communicating with it through his will.
No response at all.
"Clearly my authority isn't high enough to unlock this function yet."
Mo Fan shook his head with some regret.
He could only set it aside for the time being.
The sheer amount of information this Tier-3 breakthrough had brought was simply too much.
Even with his Soul Strength having skyrocketed,Mo Fan's head felt somewhat swollen for the moment.
"Whatever."
"Bite off more than you can chew and you choke.One thing at a time."
Rubbing his aching temples,Mo Fan rose from the white bone throne and walked down the steps,out of that magnificent bone palace.
However...
Just as he stepped out through the skull gate and was about to stretch...
His movement...
Froze mid-motion.
Even the mouthful of death energy he'd just drawn into his lungs jammed hard in his throat.
On the open ground not far from the palace...
That avatar he'd judged to be"blank as paper."
Mo You.
Right now...
Where the hell was there any trace left of that vacant,simple-minded infant from before?!
He was lounging in utterly relaxed fashion,leaning at an angle against Unit 004's massive bone frame.
Arms folded across his chest.
One leg propped up on Unit 004's leg bone with total leisure.
He'd even reached out a hand...
And was casually patting Unit 003's skull like he was petting a dog.
Judging by that familiar,easygoing posture...
It was as if he'd taken these several terrifying white bone beasts for old buddies he'd known for years!
Sensing Mo Fan emerge from the palace...
Mo You slowly turned his head.
Lifted his eyelids.
And gave Mo Fan a look.
Then...
Under Mo Fan's utterly astonished gaze...
This avatar wearing a face identical to Mo Fan's actually raised his eyebrows in the most natural way imaginable.
Pursed his lips slightly.
And let out an exceedingly loud,faintly flippant whistle at Mo Fan.
The corner of his mouth...
Slowly hooked into a curve bearing a certain resemblance to the Formless Demon's.
"Yo."
"Main body."
"I'm Mo You."