Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 616 - 20: Soul Domination
Chapter 616: Chapter 20: Soul Domination
Lynch took out a mirror from the space crack and looked closely, only to see a cross-shaped rune appearing above his right eye.
Lynch wasn’t sure what this rune specifically meant, but he inexplicably felt as if he had awakened some special ability related to souls, similar to the feeling of corpse control, yet much more intense.
He opened the system panel and had a more intuitive understanding.
[Soul Domination Level 0: 3/30000]
Soul Domination: A special ability of the Eye of Death God, this ability exerts a strong domination effect on souls. Below Domain Level, any soul seen by the Eye of Death God can be forcibly dominated. The success rate of domination is linked to the skill level of this ability, the higher the skill level, the higher the success rate.
So that’s how it is…
No wonder so many people are drawn to the Eye of Death God; this thing is indeed extraordinary. Just a glance can forcibly dominate… Tsk tsk tsk, does that mean below the Domain Level, no matter what it is, as long as I am willing, I can dominate it at will?
Lynch was silently delighted.
“Hey!”
At this moment, Kong’s voice rang out, seeming to have noticed the change in Lynch’s expression, she couldn’t help but ask, “What are you thinking about?”
Lynch pulled back his wandering thoughts.
He shook his head and said, “Nothing, I just adjusted my spiritual power a little.”
Kong had no doubts, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the bloodstains on her sword blade and body, and continued to ask, “Speaking of which, where should we go now? Just keep waiting like this? I do not want to experience what happened last night a second time.”
Her face clearly showed some lingering fear.
Although she had some combat power, it was quite limited, and her individual strength was about that of a Mid-level Knight. Without the aid of magic, purely relying on swordsmanship, it was very difficult to survive in a situation like last night’s.
“No!”
Lynch shook his head and said with certainty, “There shouldn’t be a second night like that.”
Kong looked skeptical, “Do you have any leads?”
Lynch nodded, his gaze turned to one direction of the town.
During the previous fight with the Dead Spirits, while controlling them with the Eye of Death God, he deliberately perceived the origins of these Dead Spirits’ souls, and indeed, he noticed something.
These Dead Spirits’ souls seemed to have some connection with a certain direction in town, or perhaps they were being controlled from over there?
What exactly is over there…
Lynch squinted his eyes, “Let’s go over and see.”
He closed his right eye, leaving only the Eye of Death God open, flowing with black liquid, faintly emitting strange waves, with a cross rune floating at the center. His vision instantly switched, no longer showing the material world, but countless intersecting flows of soul energy.
In his eyes, the whole town turned into a huge network made of gray-white light streams, countless tiny light flows extended from those numb walking “residents,” like puppet strings, ultimately converging and flowing towards the northwest corner of the town.
“This way.”
They walked through the deserted streets, bypassed the tilted clock tower, and as they headed northwest, the surrounding buildings grew increasingly sparse and dilapidated, and the air reeked of a more pungent rotten and damp scent. Finally, they stopped in front of an area surrounded by low, crooked stone walls.
This was a cemetery.
Overgrown with weeds, the tombstones leaned in various directions, mostly covered in thick moss and lichen, the inscriptions long weathered beyond recognition.
A more intense aura of sorrow and dead silence pervaded here compared to other parts of the town. In the vision of Lynch’s Eye of Death God, the soul energy stream converging here became exceptionally dense, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, ultimately pointing to the deepest part of the cemetery.
The two of them treaded carefully over the slippery soil and decaying leaves, cautiously advancing into the cemetery. The closer they got to the center, the stronger the cold and oppressive feeling from the soul level.
Finally, in the deepest part of the cemetery, on a relatively open piece of ground, they saw their target.
It was a stone monument significantly taller than the other tombstones. Carved from a deep black material that seemed to absorb light, although it was also covered in the marks of time, its main structure remained intact. The ground around the base of the tomb was barren, displayed an unnatural scorched black hue.
And at this moment, there was a figure kneeling before the tombstone.
It was a young girl in a washed-out, patched coarse cloth dress. She was facing away from Lynch and Kong, with a slender figure, her long, equally gray hair draped down, covering her profile. Her hands overlapped on her legs, her head slightly lowered, in a posture of devoutness, as if silently praying to the tombstone.
This scene stood particularly out in the deathly quiet cemetery, yet carried a kind of heart-stirring tranquility.
Lynch and Kong immediately halted and held their breath. This girl was unlike any of the “residents” they had encountered before! She wasn’t mechanically looping an action; her posture was lively, with a clear emotional focus!
“She…” Kong’s voice was almost a whisper, bearing a hint of surprise and doubt.
Lynch also felt a great deal of confusion. The Eye of Death God gazed upon her, and the girl also exuded a grey-white soul aura, of the same origin as the other “residents,” but her soul glow seemed… more “condensed”? Unlike the other residents, whose states were entirely chaotic and drawn out as threads.
Just as the two were unsure and hesitating about approaching to inquire, the girl kneeling before the tombstone seemed to perceive their presence.
Her body moved very subtly, as if awakened from deep prayer.
Immediately afterwards, in a moment when neither Lynch nor Kong could react, the girl slowly and extremely naturally turned her head.
Her movement was fluid, without the slightest stiffness.
However, when her profile was about to fully turn, allowing Lynch and Kong to glimpse her features—
Her figure dissolved like smoke blown by the wind, or a reflection cast into water, without warning, entirely vanishing into the air!
No light effects, no energy waves, a moment ago she was a real, praying girl, the next she had disappeared right before their eyes! All that remained was that solitary black tombstone, and the scorched ground in front of it, as if smoothed by some force.
“Disappeared?!” Kong instinctively clenched a fist, silver-gray eyes filled with disbelief. She hadn’t even sensed any trace of spatial fluctuation or energy transfer, the girl seemed to have never existed at all.
Lynch’s eyebrows furrowed, the Eye of Death God fixated on where the girl vanished. A trace of extremely faint yet exceptionally pure soul energy lingered there, imbued with deep sorrow and… an inexplicable sense of relief? This feeling was fleeting, quickly swallowed by the cemetery’s overall aura of stillness.
“Not an illusion.” Lynch thoughtfully frowned, “A real soul projection, or… a mark allowed to ’manifest’ briefly.”
He thought of the Resentful Spirit Yina, but the girl before them was clearly different, her soul seemed to be bound by some higher-level rule.
The two continued to move forward, arriving at the base of the tall black monument. Thick moss and lichen covered its surface, yet below, complex patterns and faded words could still be vaguely seen.
“Gri Town… Avalon…” Lynch gently brushed away some moss with his fingers, deciphering a few barely legible words.
“Avalon?” The name struck him like lightning crossing his mind!
This surname was rare in the Wizard World, he hurriedly cleared the moss in front, unveiling the name entirely before his eyes.
Sure enough.
Soon, he saw a name that the history of the Wizard World could never forget, which also changed the course of its history.
Nicholas Avalon.
