Something's wrong with my undead

"So this is your original image? The blueprint that exists in your soul?"

Loulton looked at Lacaze with interest.

After getting the hammer, he immediately took the other person into the other world.

But the Lakaz in the other world is not a hammer, but a dwarf.

His beard was too thick and braided into a braid, wrapped around his waist several times like a hemp rope.

"blueprint?"

Lakaz seemed to have just realized that he had a body. He stroked his cheek, then touched his beard, and stood there blankly, his face changing from confusion to joy, and then to excitement.

"My beloved beard is back!"

He jumped for joy and even untied his beard and used it as a skipping rope.

Loudon silently recorded this observation in the database - the elderly ancient dwarves seemed to have a hobby of growing excessive beards.

"Hey, there's a new guy?"

Because it was near the lord's mansion, the oldest group of indigenous people here - or to be more precise, the best of them, the leading builder and contractor Mr. Daxiong came over with his new brother Gary.

"Good morning, Mr. Loulton."

"Good morning, Mr. Aquilaria, this is Master Lakaz, a dwarven forge master."

"Dwarf?" Nobita looked at Lakaz with shining eyes: "I heard that dwarves live underground. What do underground houses look like?"

Lakaz rolled his eyes. "What kind of ignorance would lead to such rude prejudice? Dwarves never think that elves live in trees!"

"On the tree?"

Nobita's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands and cheered:

"Yes, why didn't I think of that? I can build a house for Ms. Katie that grows on a tree. She has no hands or feet anyway, so it's very convenient for her to climb trees... Thank you so much, Mr. Lakaz! You are indeed a master forger! You guys are busy, I'll be leaving first!"

He hurried away with Gary, leaving Lacaz disheveled in the wind.

When he was far away, the dwarf asked, "He must be dead, right?"

"If you consider the survival status of the body in reality, the two people you saw are already 'dead'."

Lakaz suddenly became alert and asked, "So this is the underworld? Are you the people of the false god?"

Loulton: “It’s a good hypothesis, but we’re still some way from proving it.”

"So this isn't the underworld?"

“This is a nice…”

"Enough!" Lakaz interrupted the other party's repetition and muttered: "No, if he is really 'dead', why doesn't he have any resentment or pain, but looks so innocent and happy? Is this the Shadow Realm? That's not right, I saw you outside, no one can come back after going to the Shadow Realm, but he is obviously really dead..."

As Lakaz muttered to himself as if he were insane, Loulton brought him to the feet of Quirkus behind the lord's palace.

There is a circle of totem poles like a fence standing here, and the material of the upper half is the minerals that the dwarves are familiar with.

This made Lakaz puzzled again.

If this is the plane where souls live, why can we see the materials of the real world?

“It’s a projection from reality.”

As if seeing through his doubts, Loudon explained at the right time: "The Yuanling can communicate between the two worlds, so we use the Yuan material to outline the structure of the Soul Furnace Array in the real world, which will help your observation and understanding."

"I see……"

Lakaz also understood after careful perception.

The Soul Furnace Array requires special materials to build, and what he sees now is just a "model" made of raw materials, not the real materials.

But if that was the case, it meant that the magic array they built in reality was only of this scale - because he was familiar with the basic parts of the magic array, and some of them were even made by him himself.

The sizes of these parts have not been altered, which means that the model is a 1:1 replica of the real thing.

"Do you really have no more materials?" Lakaz asked. "If I had three times as much, no, even two times would be fine, I could expand the current magic circle five times."

"Your Excellency has misunderstood." Loulton explained: "Our magic circle has actually been built, and it is facing the entire territory."

"Facing the entire territory? This is impossible!"

Lakaz said decisively: "Even the mausoleum of our king, after consuming so much material, can only barely cover the entire palace. You only got some scraps. How can it be possible to cover the entire Macara!"

Loulton: "You might as well feel it carefully. The Soul Furnace Array has been written into the Mackalla system as a rule. I have opened the authorization to you. You can apply to the system so that you can obtain corresponding contribution points by contributing your own mental power.

"When you get your first contribution point, the system will automatically give you a 'Contribution Point User Manual', which introduces everything about contribution points. There is also a 'Contribution Point Acquisition Strategy and Usage Guide' summarized by users. Of course, the latter is paid, and you can use it with 0.1 contribution point."

Lakaze did so blankly.

Then, a clear wave of information entered his mind in a way that he could not capture. The content was just as the other party had said, an explanation of "contribution points", with rigorous wording and clear structure.

In comparison, the other thing that requires payment is much more colloquial.

"This guide was provided by Roger Highmore and his friends - if you want to thank me, come to my Ebony Town for a drink!"

"If you have only strength but not good at using your brain, then I suggest you go to the seminary under construction in the north to carry bricks. For details, see p2. For the exchange guide, jump to p4."

"If you have a sharp mind but a weak body, then I suggest you quickly master the basics of runes and become a private teacher. For details, see p5. Redeem and jump to p7."

"If your body and brain are both bad, that's great. Alfalfa Farm needs underdeveloped experimental subjects like you. For details, please jump to p11."

...

The free preview alone gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to his teenage years.

At that time, he was just a fledgling apprentice, working as a helper in a tavern, listening to the nonsense of adventurers and drunkards all day long.

"Mr. Lacaze?"

Loudon's voice brought the dwarf back to reality from his long-lost memories.

Lakaz: "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"It's okay. This happens to everyone who uses the 'system' for the first time. How was your experience? Are there any unusual situations? It's also worth mentioning that the strategy provided by Mr. Roger Highmore is outdated. The latest version of the strategy is being produced. If you have any questions, you can go to the tavern in Ebony Town and ask him in person."

Lakaz didn't know how to respond for a moment.

It was so unexpected that it made him feel a little uneasy - it came from the fear of the unknown, and he was enjoying it completely passively, losing the ability to think.

"It's fine..." He pursed his lips, as if they were a little dry: "So what else do you need me to do? I don't know how you made it work throughout the whole area. Is there any structure here that I don't understand?"

He even found it difficult to say these words.

"You misunderstood again." Loudon explained: "The function of this magic circle in front of you is to be placed here for Quirkus to learn. Once it has learned it, we can write it into the rules.

“But as you can see, the materials we have are only enough to build such a model. We cannot carry out further research. What Quirkus has done is nothing more than applying a superficial understanding to the exchange of mental power.

"But it's different now. We have invited you, the creator of the magic circle, so we can understand the principles behind it and its possible development direction."

"So this thing is just a teaching tool?"

Lakaz asked, pointing at the magic circle.

"That's understandable."

"...Okay." Lakaz smiled bitterly, "Then, who is my student, Quirkus? Where is he?"

"It's me! I'm right here!"

A crisp voice sounded above his head, and Lakaz sounded very familiar.

After a brief recollection, it turned out to be the little kid who had been nagging in his ear before.

Could it be that……

Lakaz looked up, but all he saw was a towering silver-white tree. Countless tiny pieces of silver light gathered from all directions, merged into the tree, and turned into a silver river flowing towards the four regions...

That was the first time that vast, unrivaled spiritual power had entered his cognition, as if he had never sensed it before.