In the time that followed, Durin attempted to communicate with the skeleton summoned from the underworld.
Before long, he came to a conclusion: the skeleton he had summoned with the incantation had no intelligence whatsoever. It couldn't speak, couldn't communicate, and if Durin gave too complex an instruction, it would enter a state similar to a system crash, only able to obey the simplest commands: sit, stand, walk, charge, and so on.
But a very important point was that it had no needs whatsoever; it didn't require food, drink, or excretion, and even more, it had no desire for souls.
When Durin reached out and poked the skeleton's bones, the moment he touched it, Durin felt an uncomfortable chill throughout his body. This chill felt like it was burning his soul, a strong sense of vital repulsion.
This contradictory sensation made Durin instinctively wonder if he was injured, but after checking his fingers, there was no visible damage. Was this the underworld's repulsion towards the living?
A bold idea popped into Durin's head: since he could summon a skeleton from the underworld, why couldn't he directly summon an intelligent, communicable undead creature from the underworld?
Then, Durin would learn Ochnun from highly intelligent undead creatures, letting them help him master this language of the dead that doesn't belong to any dimension.
Hmm?
Durin was suddenly startled. That's right! Why didn't he just pull a highly intelligent undead from the Underworld into the human world and have them teach him Ochnun?
How did he not realize this before? Durin felt that it must have been the dull studying during this period that made his brain unable to turn a corner.
In fact, Durin's brain wasn't unable to turn a corner; it was just that he was an ordinary person before.
However, everything Durin experienced in this past month was far more stimulating than the half-year he spent in Zaun after transmigrating. Many things that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine were too crazy.
If Durin had considered summoning a highly intelligent undead creature from the Underworld a month ago, he would have definitely thought he was out of his mind. Now, however, he was considering the feasibility of this plan and how he could ensure his safety.
The first-ring spell—Summon Skeleton—seemed like a 'chicken rib' to Durin: tasteless to eat, but a pity to discard. But if utilized well, this spell could truly shine.
For example: if Durin found himself in a difficult one-on-three situation, he could summon a skeleton to block one of the enemies, and then, relying on his dual abilities in magic and close combat, he could turn the tide.
According to Durin's estimation, he could summon 12 skeletons at once, but they would only last for a maximum of three minutes. After that, he would fall into a state of depleted magic power.
Durin shifted his gaze to the skeleton standing in the room, and with a thought, he severed the magical connection between it and himself.
The next moment, accompanied by a 'buzz,' a crack appeared out of thin air.
As the crack expanded again, chaotic and noisy strange cries continuously came from the other side of the crack, filling Durin's ears. He could only suppress his annoyance and said to the skeleton,'Sanali Luka!'
It was a spell similar to expulsion. Then Durin watched as the skeleton was swallowed by the crack, and the entire room became empty, with nothing left.
All that remained was the spellbook Durin had placed on the table, its pages slightly rustling with the breeze, and the crumpled, wrinkled paper recording the translated incantations related to summoning magic.
The wall clock now showed the time as 6:30 PM.
After sending the skeleton back to the Underworld, Durin noticed that a small portion of his magic power was gone. He sat down on the chair, feeling a bit tired, poured himself a glass of cold water, and gulped it down, which slightly cleared his mind.
Hmm, time to go out and eat.
Durin felt a strong sense of hunger in his stomach. He pulled back the curtains again and realized that night had already fallen outside, and the entire Harbor District was enveloped in darkness.
But the lights shining from every household, when viewed from a distance, gave Durin a momentary illusion that he was still in a city on Earth.
Durin adjusted his Mage Robe, then, carrying his instrument bag, he left the room.
The streetlights were already lit on both sides of the street at night. Durin planned to go a bit further for dinner; he was a bit tired of the nearby taverns and wanted a change of pace.
Soon after, Durin arrived at Hör Street in the foreign trade commercial district, which is also one of Piltover's oldest and busiest streets.
Many brand stores from all over the world are located here. The history of the street can be traced back to the time when the Sun Gates were first established, and the street is lined with tailor shops, blacksmith shops, and various department stores.
Durin had only walked for less than ten minutes, still hesitating about what to eat for dinner.
He then heard a newsboy on the roadside selling newspapers to passersby, shouting loudly, 'Newspapers for sale! The latest Piltover Evening News. Breaking news: The Spencer Family, in conjunction with the Kiramman Family, has developed a brand-new standardized weapon called the Hextech Ethylene Gun, under the leadership of Vishra scientists. The military strength of the Piltover Guard is undergoing a major revolution…'
Hextech?
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