The era is gradually returning to peace.

The Golden Era has also erupted completely.

The youthful Demons are beginning to re-examine their own structure.

The era begins to split into two races, those without Demon Core and those with Demon Core, each possessing the potential to reach the summit.

Demon Core Species:

Born with a Demon Core, having thirty-three times the speed, but strong in early potential and weak in late potential...

Due to the innate defect of the Crystal Core, it instead limits its future prospects, making it extremely difficult to break through the complete Fifth Sense and condense the complete Crystal Core.

Non-Demon Core Species:

Old era races, ten times speed, weak in early combat power, start to exert power in late potential, condensing the Crystal Core, making breakthroughs relatively simple.

Today's Abyss Central Academy is also known as the Undead Academy.

Undead Mage remains the most popular discipline on this land.

The young witches in their prime time go in and out of the school gate, laughter and couples' sweet words are heard constantly.

The gatekeepers are two predetermined giant Skeleton Knights, tall and mighty, with an opinion box next to them.

Upon entering the school gate, there's a central plaza.

A huge bone statue stands on it.

This is a wizard, dignified and old, draped in a black robe, holding a Bone Staff, wearing a Six-pronged Thorn Bone Crown, yet within the old body lies a grand aura of a lion and a giant eagle, as if his aspiration was high in the distant sky.

The pedestal below the statue has an inscription:

Wadon, the Emperor of the Dead, founder of the Central Undead Academy, ancestor of the undead.

Abyss Calendar 0—7 years,

The first Abyss Monarch on the land after the Age of the Gods, reigning only seven years, opened the Golden Era, allowing the Golden powerhouses condensing the Crystal Core to become widespread, his achievements were not inferior to the ancient Creation Gods, equaling them in a mortal's body.

And in the academy, in a classroom.

A rebellious person is arguing.

In a discussion class, a rebellious student speaks loudly:

"I don't believe Wadon deserves such great glory!"

"He was too weak, lacking the martial strength to crown an era!"

"If he was a normal Abyss Emperor back then, suppressing an entire era alone, how dare the nobles and aristocrats cause unrest? How would a slave era emerge? How could he open the Gate of Truth with his own life to save all beings?"

The weakest in history always remained this monarch's Achilles heel.

Yet the mentor above gradually adopted a cold expression, shouting: "Have you new generation students considered that measuring a life's value by strength and weakness might be absurdly laughable?"

"If a monarch were just a brute with astounding combat power, he couldn't open such an era; wisdom is far more important than martial strength."

"I know several students in the class dislike wisdom and theoretical courses, loathe tedious research, only want to learn combat power, brute force, and killing techniques, and arrogantly claim they wish to become the strongest!?"

"Every time like this, I get angry, wanting to scold you in class: brute force can only let you suppress an era, wisdom can spread through epochs."

"The Emperor of the Dead drove the Crystal Seed Era's slave period, allowing greedy aristocrats to enslave the people, discovering his error in late life, using his life to amend, wholeheartedly for the common people, compared to you, if all you learn is brute force, what era can you lead?"

"Brute force only teaches you slaughter, such a monarch emperor won't get a monument in history, their mission ending and swallowed by history's river; only wisdom leads to the path of truth, achieving eternal transmission as an Abyss Monarch!"

After saying that, all students fell silent, drenched by scolding and feeling ashamed.

Some, even more, resolved in their hearts to become wise scholars, diligently studying, and accumulating knowledge.

After this class ended, many students walked out of the lecture hall, discussing along the corridor, mostly sighing at the complexity of the first mortal monarch in Abyss history.

....

26 Michener Old Street.

Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy.

Wadon opened his eyes in the room, looking at this now unfamiliar world, "Seven years have passed, seven years... I actually returned."

Only over three months had passed in reality, but in the Otherworld he had reigned for seven years, perhaps a short time for Extraordinary Species with hundreds of years of lifespan, a king who reigned for only a few years...

But he experienced a lot, bore a lot.

Outside, some students in this academy, and even a few other old people, gave him much help, allowing him to barely reach this stage.

It counts as gathering everyone's wisdom.

The Magic Badge's assistant message came by the ear:

"Sorting contribution points for Level 2 student Wadon..."

"Promoting the opened Undead System's pioneering technology (A), Crystal Seed Planting Technology (A), Demon Core Meditation Technique (A), Magic Crystal Staff (B)...."

"A total of one hundred seventy-two achievements, should they be submitted to the academy?"

"Submit." Wadon pressed his forehead, feeling a bit of pain.

"You received seventy thousand contribution points, should they be used for catalog exchange?"

"Leave it for now." Wadon sighed.

"The final chapter you set up—'Dusk of the Bone Dragon Monarch Emperor Wodun,' has been edited. A total cost of 3 Contribution Points. Do you want to upload it?" the Elf assistant asked again.

"One movie a month, let's talk about it next month."

Wodun thought to himself, this should be the last movie, there won't be another one in the short term.

After all, he was also finished.

The original intention was merely to broaden the public's perception, and for now, this will suffice.

"I should take a break."

He thought.

During those seven years, every day was filled with diligence and tremendous pressure, leaving him weary and bitter, consuming too much of his heart power.

He also discovered that after his Otherworld body died, the seven years spent there truly consumed seven years of his soul's lifespan!

The soul also has a lifespan, and indeed, it's truly seven years of soul lifespan lost in there.

Of course, the gains were also extremely rich.

As a Half-Elf, the experience accumulated over those seven years remained and was slowly breaking through to the Fifth Sense, Gold Level strength.

Now, viewing the world, it was at 33 times speed.

Under his ultra-fast perception, the surroundings were unimaginably slow.

Just like The Flash's perspective.

"I'm just a Half-Elf, with a lifespan of probably only half, over four hundred years... and at 33 times speed, in the eyes of ordinary people, I probably have just over ten years left, then it's over?"

He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

But he knew it wasn't a loss; in the eyes of others, ten years were actually a truly over four-hundred-year lifespan.

Just under this lifespan's speed, he was no longer a creature in the same world as "mortals."

They were too slow.

Even communication was already impossible, including the students at the Academy.

One could easily imagine how very lonely he would become in human society later.

"Extraordinary Life" and "mortals" are simply not of the same world, and even communicating feels like chatting with an elderly, senile, hearing-impaired person.

This might be the loneliness on the path to becoming a God, destined to pay some price.

"You have died, to re-enter the Otherworld requires 50,000 Contribution Points, do you want to pay?" the Elf assistant's voice sounded.

"Don't pay."

Wodun knew his own level, reaching this point had already squeezed out all the strength from this side; going in again would just be a waste.

A 25,000-30,000 point exchange for a Bloodline Potion makes the 50,000 to go back like daylight robbery in comparison.

It pushed a whole era thoroughly, fundamentally unable to achieve this level again, and 70,000 Contribution Points could be described as immensely precious.

"I need to take a break."

He organized his own strength a bit.

He appeared to be a Gold Level Fifth Sense strongman, but as an Undead Mage, without Bone Dragons and various Skeleton Babies, he was just an empty shell.

He glanced at the exchange list for Skeleton materials, to recreate a Skeleton Bone Dragon in reality.

The astronomical numbers for the exchange made his head ache a bit.

Extremely reluctant.

"Forget it, let it be. Anyway, in reality, Wizards still find using guns more practical, casually exchanging some materials to make a Skeleton Knight to serve as a façade for this secret academy of human society."

He felt that later, he could only reside in the Academy's high tower, experiencing a generation gap with other students, and even with other old-timers.

This must be the side effect.

"I need a period of rest." he lay on the bed.

...

"So-called transmigrators are just like this."

Li Qing saw this scene and couldn't help but ponder.

"Even now, with Earth's modern industrial technology, it can only reach this level, with the weakest Abyss Emperor… No longer can a stronger future extraordinary era be relied upon, completely surpassing Earth's civilization level, for transmigrators to introduce an era-leading hero."

Since these guys' foundation has been completely depleted, later, they can be thrown aside and not taken too seriously, just let Sylph manage them.

It's not that Li Qing wanted to discard the donkey after the millstone.

After all, most of the time, the natives are stronger and more useful.

The so-called transmigrators to an extraordinary Otherworld, or even a high-level world with Gods… could only find delight within web novels because authors give them all sorts of cheats; otherwise, how could they dare to overpower the natives?

Put yourself in their shoes and think.

Do you truly believe your intelligence, capability, and talent are stronger than the tens of billions, hundreds of billions of people in the Otherworld?

And Wodun this transmigrator also had a cheat.

Modern society's technology had its merits, allowing him to come up with a lineage of Skeleton mechanics, barely holding onto this era, but this cheat became useless after one use.

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