Chapter 2: Summon Skeleton Minions

“This is… a data panelization?!”

Ning Zhu, who prided himself on being a gaming expert, instantly understood, combining his professional knowledge with what he had learned in this world.

Evolution Level, equivalent to cultivation realm, is the primary reference factor when assessing the comprehensive strength of a demon or Magic Coffin.

Talents are like passives, innate abilities of a species, which can be wielded effortlessly without training.

Skills are differentiated by star ratings for strength, and further categorized by proficiency… Is summoning ‘Skeleton Soldier’ the Necromancy Apprentice’s first skill?

Ever since Ning Zhu learned that his parents had deposited the precious undead remains they unexpectedly acquired at the Hunter Hall before their deaths, he had been actively gathering relevant information.

But ‘Necromancy Apprentice’ was still too rare.

Even after consulting a large number of ancient texts, he could only find fragmented information and brief descriptions.

To fully understand its complete ability system, he would have to refine it into a Magic Coffin, turning an external object into a part of himself, only then could he see it as clearly as observing a fire.

“Come forth, my Minions!”

Ning Zhu extended his slender bone fingers, casually grasping at the void, as gray phosphorescence symbolizing death entwined around his fingertips.

The next moment, a circular undead magic circle, over a meter in diameter, appeared on the floor before him, with dense runes and incantations swirling like tadpoles, making one’s scalp tingle.

“Rustle, rustle, rustle—”

A pale white skeletal soldier slowly rose from the center of the formation.

Its eye sockets were deep-set, its cheekbones prominent, its mouth full of sparse yellow teeth, and its back was hunched, looking exactly like a Little Old Man Skeleton stripped of its flesh.

One must know that Ning Zhu, in his Necromancy Apprentice form, was only one and a half meters tall.

This fellow was as tall as him, completely unremarkable, so naturally, there was no sense of security to be had.

“It is indeed a ‘Skeleton Soldier,’ one of the most classic and common species among First-tier Undead…”

“Any First-tier Magus, after a short period of cultivation, would regard it as the ant among ants…”

Ning Zhu captured the Little Old Man Skeleton’s panel and scrutinized it carefully—

【Species】: Skeleton Soldier

【Evolution Level】: Inferior Species Initial Stage

【Talents】: Loss of Pain / Bone Splice Talent

【One-Star Skills】: (None)

“Still nothing special, utterly mediocre.”

Ning Zhu’s soul fire flickered, ripples stirring in his heart.

No matter how weak a normal demon was, it would at least have one skill available.

Skeleton Soldiers belonged to the species that lowered the lower limit of their tier; the probability of them innately comprehending skills was very low.

If one out of ten could master skills like ‘Bone Fist,’ ‘Bone Slap,’ or ‘Bone Kick,’ that would be a blessing.

As for skill proficiency? Don’t even think about it; that’s not a problem this species should consider.

“So—the rare undead, Necromancy Apprentice, can only summon this thing at this stage?”

Ning Zhu grumbled internally, but in reality, he wasn’t anxious.

His fingertips once again glowed with gray light, and an identical circular undead magic circle appeared in the dimly lit room.

“Rustle, rustle, rustle…”

The second Skeleton Soldier appeared; this time, it was a slender female skeleton, a bit taller.

Like the Little Old Man Skeleton, its jawbone opened to emit strange “Abba abba” sounds, and the soul fire burning in its skull was a light green, very dim in color.

“Indeed!”

Ning Zhu’s spirits lifted.

As an undead spellcaster, magic was undoubtedly the foundation of his existence.

No matter how weak or trashy a Skeleton Soldier was, as long as he didn't get hot-headed and insist on some one-on-one duel scenario.

Compensating for a lack of quality with quantity would drastically alter the outcome of a battle.

“My Minions, heed my command and descend, the great King is summoning you…”

Although there was no need to chant a spell.

Ning Zhu still shouted out chuunibyou lines, trying to get a kick out of it.

The third Skeleton Soldier—staggered onto the scene.

This time, it was actually an Infant Skeleton, which had been lying on the ground, then suddenly flipped over to a prone position, supporting its tiny body with its miniature hand bones and knee bones.

Ning Zhu paused, subconsciously looking down at the ground.

The Infant Skeleton seemed to sense something, lifted its head, a piece of a wild beast’s rib bone in its mouth, its adorable appearance making it impossible to curse.

“It’s already very weak, and there are even defective ones??”

Ning Zhu glanced at the panel, his soul fire jumping.

Good heavens, he had been short-sighted.

This Infant Skeleton actually had a skill!

Wait… One-star skill ‘Bite’?

Why Bite? Which Skeleton Soldier practices Bite force? Is this the direction this species should be studying?

Ning Zhu really wanted to complain.

Yet, the Infant Skeleton was looking at him with hollow eyes, as if he were a god, eagerly awaiting his next command.

“Go, put the scattered books back in place, and while you’re at it, take out the trash; the room smells sour…”

“Abba abba?” ( ՞ • Ꙫ • ՞ ) ﾉ ???

The Infant Skeleton sniffed the floor like a puppy, then looked up again, its light green soul fire swaying from side to side, almost forming a question mark.

Ning Zhu slapped his forehead.

He forgot, low-tier undead creatures have no intelligence.

Commanding these things required only the simplest, most basic instructions; anything slightly more complex was like playing a lute to a cow.