Chapter 328: Teaching the Bald Teacher Who the Man is

Logan had a key to access the sect through the grave they had used the last time. He didn’t have to wait for anyone to open it.

“You need to get your key too,” Logan said. “You are, after all, a new recruiter, right?”

“You’re right,” William replied.

They went down the staircase, deeper into the sect’s tunnels. Zara was excited to be there, but also scared of being trapped underground for so long.

“Are you serious? We need to stay underground?” Zara asked Logan. “Isn’t this unhealthy?”

Logan laughed. “It’s not. We’ve got things here to keep you healthy. You’ll leave the sect sometimes, but not frequently—and only once you reach a certain level of power.”

The acolytes couldn’t leave the necromancy sect. They were too weak, and the chances of dying outside were high—especially since necromancers weren’t well regarded by outsiders.

Still, all they needed to earn the right to leave was to get stronger. Maybe that’s why the necromancers progressed so quickly. All of them wanted to see the sun and forests again. That was a powerful motivator to push them forward in their studies.

Logan would be the one showing Zara around and helping her settle in. William thanked him and left—he wanted to check in on Geneva and Kali.

The two were sharing the same room and likely attending the same classes, as their power levels were similar. William went to their room—but they weren’t there.

A student passed by. A girl. She saw William’s robes, which marked him as one of the recruiters, and treated him with respect.

“Sir, are you looking for the girls who live in this room?” she asked.

William liked being called sir.

“Yes, I am,” he said.

“They’re in class right now,” the girl replied. “You can go there to see them, or wait about two hours.”

“Can you show me where the class is?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling.

The girl was happy to help—likely because of William’s higher rank within the sect. Gaining favor with a recruiter could make life inside the sect much easier… or at least less difficult.

Kali and Geneva were in a summoning class—one of the key skills necromancers needed to learn.

They weren’t alone. Around fifteen students were attending.

William was able to observe because the class wasn’t held inside a classroom—it was taking place outdoors in a larger area. To his surprise, there were trees and vegetation all around. Somehow, the sect leaders had created a forest underground, which was impressive.

The teacher was a bald man, pale as a candle. His body was skinny and frail, but William could sense the power he held.

He was explaining the basics of summoning—specifically, how to conjure skeletons.

Summoning had different types—not just skeletons. Necromancers could summon skeletons from lower to higher tiers, flesh golems, and of course, resurrect the dead.

That was the highest-level summon they could perform—and also the most difficult. Imagine killing a powerful wizard, only to bring him back and make him fight by your side?

The power was extraordinary when you thought about it.

Anyway, William stood there behind a tree, watching the class. He didn’t want to draw attention.

He wanted to see how Kali and Geneva were doing—not just their progress, but also how they were being treated.

At first glance, the teacher seemed like a decent man. He explained things clearly and even gave visual examples. He summoned a few skeletons to show the class.

But these weren’t the same skeletons Kali and Geneva already knew how to summon. These were a higher grade. A completely different spell.

William paid close attention. When the bald teacher summoned the skeletons, William sensed a faint trace of demonic essence within the spell.

Once again, it intrigued him.

Why was demonic essence present? Were demons naturally connected to necromancy?

The full story of the demon race had been erased. The humans had destroyed the records. Even their island was gone. William had no idea what their powers truly were. Maybe he never would.

After the demonstration, the teacher let the students practice. Then he turned and walked toward the tree where William was standing.

He’d noticed him.

“Can I help you?” the bald man asked.

As a teacher, his rank was obviously higher than William’s. William didn’t want to upset him.

“I was just watching the class,” William said. “Two friends of mine are here, that’s all. If you want me to leave, I can.”

The teacher’s face was serious at first—he wasn’t sure why William was there—but after hearing that, his expression softened.

“You can stay, my friend,” the bald man said. “Maybe you’ll learn something.”

The teacher wanted William to participate. It was a lower-level class, and William didn’t need to attend. He had his own lessons.

But the bald man insisted. It wasn’t prohibited—just technically a waste of time.

Since William planned to wait for Kali and Geneva anyway, he saw no reason not to join in.

When he arrived, some acolytes looked at him with respect. Others didn’t. To them, only teachers and above deserved that treatment. Recruiters were just slightly stronger necromancers who didn’t deserve the same level of admiration.

“We have a new student with us,” the teacher said. “He’ll just observe, obviously. This kind of spell is nothing to him, right?”

Then the teacher had another idea.

“Maybe our friend the recruiter can show us his own summoning method? Every necromancer has a unique style—maybe you’ll learn something from him.”

William wasn’t stupid.

This bald teacher was setting him up.

He wanted to make William look weak in front of the students—to strip away the respect of those who admired him, and make the others look down on him even more.

“This bald fucker’s trying to screw me over,” William thought, clenching his fists.

What the bald teacher didn’t know was that William wasn’t a normal necromancer.

When William first began learning necromancer spells, he realized how naturally gifted he was—thanks to his demon energy.

While other necromancers used mana and transformed it into demon energy through their incantations, William already had demon energy coursing through him. In fact, he barely had any mana at all—his entire power source was demon energy.

Because of that, learning spells came easily. Most required little to no training, and only a few demanded real effort.

Not only that, but his spells were usually stronger than those of the necromancers he’d encountered so far.

William responded to the bald man. “Of course I can show the spell to them. Such a low-ranked spell is nothing to worry about.”

Before casting, William remembered the teacher could summon ten skeletons of that grade, while most students struggled to summon three.

That marked the gap in power.

William didn’t want to summon ten. He wanted twenty—to put the bald man in his place.

He began casting, drawing magic symbols and channeling his demon essence to fuel the incantation.

Dark portals swirled open on the ground. From them, skeletons emerged.

One by one, they rose from the depths.

When the count hit ten, the bald man was already clenching his teeth in frustration.

But when the total reached twenty?

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He felt like absolute crap.

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