Global Class Advancement: Necromancer! I Am the Cataclysm!
Chapter 32: Are You Out of Your Damn Mind?

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The warm sun rose into the sky, ushering in a new day for the world below.

Finally, another party arrived at the entrance of the dungeon.

"Huh? Why's no one here today?"

"It's usually bustling around this time."

"Strange. Where did everyone go?"

Perplexed, the team didn't dwell on it and simply chose normal difficulty before entering the dungeon.

After that, more people started to trickle in, and the dungeon entrance gradually returned to its usual liveliness.

Once the cooldown time ended, Mark Lin returned and entered the dungeon once more.

"What a weirdo."

"So cold—hasn't said a single word."

"His summoned creature looks so cool. A bit scary, but seriously stylish."

"What's the point of being cool if he won't even talk to us?"

"I saw him go in alone. Is he soloing it?"

...

"It's Mark Lin!" Snow Xia spotted him from afar, entering the dungeon alone.

The skeletal warrior beside him was too eye-catching.

She knew—only Mark Lin in the entire world had that kind of summoned creature.

Necromancer was a unique class. There wouldn't be a second one.

Her gaze grew complicated. "He's soloing again…"

She bit her lip tightly.

She had just reached level 10 today and came straight to the dungeon.

Although she was only level 10, her class—Elemental Mage, a rare class—made it easy to find a team.

The West Sea Mine dungeon was only a level 14 dungeon. The difficulty wasn't particularly high.

Especially on normal difficulty—it was quite manageable.

Still, soloing it was no small feat.

She hadn't expected Mark Lin to be capable of soloing already, and once again, he appeared before her.

Snow Xia's eyes flashed with unwillingness. "I won't lose to you. Just wait and see."

Before long, she found a party and entered the dungeon.

Meanwhile, Mark Lin was plowing through the Nightmare-level dungeon.

After leveling up yesterday, his Skeletal Warriors had increased to 68.

Then, after 12 hours of meditation, his spiritual energy was fully restored.

Upon entering the dungeon again, Mark Lin summoned 4 more Skeletal Warriors.

Now, a full 72 Skeletal Warriors formed a massive Undead Army. Their efficiency was even higher than before.

Wherever the skeletal army went, not a single blade of grass was left.

Moreover, with Mark Lin's increasing familiarity with the dungeon, his pace grew even faster.

Just 45 minutes later, Mark Lin met an old friend.

"Stop sleeping. Time to wake up."

The Goblin King was rudely awakened by the slash of a skeletal warrior's greatsword.

By the time it stood up, more than half its vitality had already been drained.

Flames flickered from its mouth, but before it could cast its skill, Soul Flame struck and interrupted it.

In less than 30 seconds, the Goblin King fell once again in utter frustration.

[Killed Goblin King, EXP +40,000]

[Obtained Bronze-Tier Weapon: Goblin King's Longbow]

[Obtained Low-level Monster Core]

[Goblin King's Longbow: Bronze Grade, +10 Strength, +10 Agility, +3% Bow Skill Power, usable after Level 12]

The loot was the usual stuff. Mark Lin only glanced at it before storing it in his inventory.

The Goblin King's eyes held an expression of deep resentment and grievance.

Those eyes—it almost looked like it recognized Mark Lin.

"Don't be so depressed. I'll only come a few more times."

"No matter who kills you, the outcome's the same, right?"

"At least when I kill you, it's quicker. Less suffering."

"I don't want to kill you either, but I've got to level up too."

Mark Lin spoke softly to the Goblin King, whether it could understand or not.

Just as he'd predicted, this run hadn't been enough to level up.

He still needed 20% more experience to hit level 14.

One more run would do it.

Mark Lin left the dungeon and quickly departed without lingering at the entrance.

That afternoon, a group from the Dynasty Guild arrived at the dungeon.

Vice Guild Leader Wang Zhihao wasn't among them, nor were the teammates who had joined his dungeon run yesterday.

This time, the Dynasty Guild wasn't here to raid the dungeon—they were investigating what happened yesterday.

John Zhao and his team of over a dozen people had vanished without a trace.

Even the solo players who had been there were nowhere to be found—as if they had evaporated from existence.

The Dynasty Guild behaved with restraint this time. They didn't cause any trouble.

Even when questioning others, they were unusually polite.

But all they got was: "I don't know."

Everyone there had only just arrived that day. They knew nothing about what had occurred the day before.

Despite half a day's effort, the investigation yielded no answers.

Eventually, they had no choice but to withdraw.

Somehow, word got out that the Dynasty Guild had tried to seal off the dungeon, sparking widespread outrage.

The Professionals' Association issued a formal warning to the Dynasty Guild that very day.

If they pulled something like that again, there would be severe consequences.

Dungeons were a resource for all humanity, not something a single guild could monopolize.

Not for two days. Not even for one hour.

At the Dynasty Guild's headquarters, Guild Leader Wang Wei tore into Wang Zhihao in fury.

"Are you out of your damn mind?!"

"Where did you even get the idea to lock down a dungeon?"

"You think our Dynasty Guild can cover the sky with one hand? You think the Divine Summer Empire and the Professionals' Association are just for show?"

"If you want to die, go die on your own—don't drag the whole guild down with you!"

"For the next few days, you're not going anywhere. Just stay in the guild. You've hit the level requirement anyway—just wait for the entrance exams."

Wang Wei gave Wang Zhihao a harsh tongue-lashing.

Wang Zhihao stood there with his head hung low, silently enduring it. After a long pause, he finally asked, "What about John Zhao and the others?"

"We've already sent people to investigate. Stay out of it. Whoever made that whole party disappear has a strength far beyond what you can deal with."

Wang Wei waved him off, motioning for him to leave.

After all, Wang Zhihao was already level 16—more than enough to apply for the Summer Capital Academy entrance exam.

Even if he was grounded for a few days and couldn't level up, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

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