Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons

Clayton, completely unprepared, couldn't react for several moments as his body plummeted at incredible speed.

Only after some time did he fully register that he was in a life-threatening crisis. Frantically, he glanced downward—and instantly, his head spun and his scalp went numb.

All he could see was an endless void of darkness—haunting and utterly terrifying.

Panic rising, Clayton quickly activated the energy within his body. In a flash, his Water Circulation Armor enveloped him. Once stabilized, he readied himself to unleash a massive volume of water at the last moment—to soften the impact of his fall.

He kept descending, body tense, mind fully on guard.

Eventually, he spotted the ground below—a rugged stretch of gray rock and soil.

Knowing the moment had come, Clayton released as much water as he could from his dimensional space, forming a dome of fluid with just the right viscosity and density to absorb the landing.

Plop!

He landed—hard, but intact.

Part of the water dome ruptured under the force, sending waves crashing outward. But Clayton didn't care. He lay there, dazed and gasping, trying to recover.

After a while, once his breathing had steadied, he tried to get up—but stumbled, falling face-first. His head slammed into a hard, white object.

Irritated, Clayton reached out to shove it aside—but the moment his fingers touched it, he froze.

"Aaaghh!"

It was a human skull.

Panicked, he hurled it as far as he could and scrambled backward—only for something to grab his leg.

Terrified, he looked down—and screamed again.

"Aaaghh!"

A bony hand was clutching his ankle.

In a frenzy, Clayton grabbed a nearby rock—about the size of a shoebox—and smashed it against the hand, shattering the brittle bones.

But what shocked him even more was the "rock" he had used—it was a headstone.

His heart pounded as he scanned his surroundings—and finally realized the awful truth.

He was in a graveyard.

No wonder there were bones and skulls everywhere.

His survival instincts roared to life. He had to get out of there—fast.

But it was already too late.

A group of ragged skeletons had begun surrounding him.

Clayton, breathing heavily, started dodging and muttering incantations. At first, panic clouded his focus—but after a few exchanges, he noticed something odd:

These skeletons were weak—slow, and easy to break apart.

"Huff... thank goodness I can still handle this," he thought with relief.

But as the battle dragged on, he noticed something troubling.

His stamina was halfway depleted—and yet the number of skeletons hadn't decreased. If anything, it felt like they were increasing.

Suspicious, Clayton began to observe more carefully. It didn't take long for him to notice something alarming:

The skeletons were regenerating—as if they had infinite lives.

His expression darkened. If this kept up, he was in serious danger.

Clayton wracked his brain for a way out, trying everything he could think of—but nothing worked. He had no choice but to keep fighting while muttering in frustration.

"Damn it! These things are like perpetual motion machines! Or... do they have some kind of unlimited energy source?"

Still, he didn't stop attacking. He knew—if he paused, even for a second, it could be fatal.

He dodged and slashed, spell after spell, strike after strike. But with no solution in sight, his emotions began to spiral.

"Ughhh! What do I do?! Even the sun eventually burns out!"

He was close to despair. He didn't even have time to summon his own skeleton minions to assist him.

The sheer, relentless wave of enemies was becoming unbearable.

"This is the first time I've ever found skeletons disgusting... Mine are usually kinda cute…" he muttered, mentally drained.

Then, an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"The sun dies when it runs out of energy... So these things are like the sun? Maybe they have some kind of 'battery'? If that's true, I just need to cut off their power source!"

Renewed by the spark of hope, Clayton began searching for the skeletons' energy source. He examined the rocks, the ceiling, even ran a fair distance hoping to find a boundary, conduit, or magic formation.

But his efforts turned up nothing.

No magic crystals. No magic arrays. No energy sources.

His frustration boiled over. It felt like a boulder was crushing his chest.

His spirit wavered—but he still refused to give up.

Unfortunately, the situation was deteriorating fast. The skeletons were closing in, and Clayton was running out of room. He tried to regroup, to shift the tide—but it was too late.

One of the skeletons suddenly latched onto him in a full-body embrace.

"Urghhh! Get off!" Clayton yelled, struggling violently.

But the skeleton didn't respond—it just clung to him.

Then another grabbed him. And another.

Soon, three skeletons were hugging him tightly, rendering him immobile—like ants swarming a piece of sugar.

His breathing became ragged and shallow.

With no other choice, Clayton pulled out a Mid-Tier One-Star Purification Scroll and activated it without hesitation.

Swish!

A radiant burst of holy light erupted, engulfing the skeletons holding him down.

At first, it seemed to have little effect—but then, cracks began to form across their bones, which quickly crumbled to dust.

Clayton was finally free—and able to breathe again.

He braced himself for another wave of attackers—but to his surprise, the ones touched by the holy light didn't regenerate.

He hesitated, watching them carefully.

Eventually, he was sure:

They were permanently gone.

"No wonder Arthur and the others praised this scroll… It's ridiculously effective," he thought, exhaling in relief.

Without wasting a moment, Clayton summoned his own skeletons—Dingo and Gemma—to join the fight. With their support, and a few more purification scrolls, the tide began to turn.

The number of enemies finally started to drop.

For the first time, Clayton allowed himself to hope—maybe, just maybe, he'd survive.

But just as the number of skeletons dropped below ten, the ground beneath him began to tremble violently.

Clayton panicked, barely able to steady himself.

Suddenly, dozens—no, hundreds—of skeletal hands burst up from the earth. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

More skeletons rose. Dozens. Then hundreds.

Clayton's entire back went cold—from the base of his neck down to his spine.

"…You've got to be kidding me," he whispered, his voice laced with horror and betrayal.