Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons

Realizing that all his efforts had been in vain, Clayton was filled with disappointment. Continuing the battle in this situation would only deplete his resources—especially the precious purification scrolls.

Without hesitation, he shifted his strategy from fighting to fleeing.

"Protect me!" he commanded his mini skeletons.

They immediately formed a defensive formation around him. Seeing everything go according to plan, Clayton dashed off in one direction.

But the decayed skeletons clearly had no intention of letting him escape. They quickly moved to block his path. Fortunately, Clayton had his mini skeletons—along with Dingo and Gemma—faithfully at his side. With their help, this escape attempt didn't feel nearly as hopeless as the last one.

The mini skeletons held off the enemy while Clayton, Dingo, and Gemma attacked from within the formation. It was a simple but effective tactic, allowing Clayton to steadily increase the distance between him and his pursuers.

Seeing this, he felt a surge of relief. Since the undead skeletons seemed brainless, he didn't need any elaborate strategy—just stick to the basics and keep going.

Clayton and his Familiars continued to run. The farther they got, the fewer skeletons followed.

He was thrilled. He suspected the decreasing numbers might be because the skeletons were falling too far behind—or perhaps their "battery" had a limited range. He wasn't sure.

Curious, he glanced back—and was surprised by what he saw. The terrifying mass of hundreds of skeletons chasing him was gone.

There were still a lot of them, yes—but nowhere near the overwhelming horde that had originally surrounded him. He could still vividly recall the suffocating pressure of being stared down by hundreds of undead.

Puzzled, he tried to figure out why their numbers had dropped. After some thought, he reached one possible conclusion: maybe the skeletons' energy source really had a limited range, and once they crossed that invisible boundary, they "died."

The idea gave him a burst of motivation, and he picked up speed—hoping just a few dozen more meters would cause the rest to collapse and lose power.

But his hopes were quickly dashed. A few skeletons were still chasing him—and they were getting closer.

Clayton began to doubt himself. Was my theory wrong?

Worried, he studied the remaining skeletons. At first, nothing stood out. But then, after watching closely, he noticed something odd: the skeletons that had previously regenerated after being destroyed weren't coming back.

He stopped and examined the area carefully. It was true—the decayed skeletons were no longer reviving after being destroyed.

Joy and hope surged within him. With renewed determination, he began casting spells at the undead—attacking as if avenging himself.

Crack!

Several skeletons were shattered instantly. Clayton grinned—only for his smile to quickly fade. Some of the fallen skeletons began regenerating again.

Confused, he looked around. Not all of them were coming back.

"Is it random?" he muttered, frowning.

Unsatisfied without an answer, he examined more closely. At first, nothing was obvious. Then he spotted something strange:

If a skeleton was destroyed by him, Dingo, or Gemma, it could regenerate. But if it was finished off by one of his mini skeletons, it stayed dead—permanently.

Clayton couldn't explain it.

"Wait... is this like fighting magic with magic?" he wondered aloud.

Driven by curiosity, he moved closer to one of his mini skeletons and watched it fight. Everything looked normal—until an enemy skeleton died. A faint wisp of black smoke drifted into the mini skeleton's body.

Afterward, the mini skeleton looked unchanged—but Clayton sensed a subtle difference in the soul flame burning in its eyes. It glowed brighter—a sign of growing strength.

He was ecstatic. His mini skeletons could grow stronger. From that moment on, he made sure they delivered the final blows.

It didn't take long before the number of decayed skeletons dropped significantly. The flames in the eyes of Clayton's mini skeletons burned noticeably brighter.

Recognizing this as a golden opportunity, Clayton decided to wipe out the rest of the skeletons and return to the place where they first emerged.

Back at the chaotic area where bones had burst from the ground, Clayton launched into a brutal assault.

When he saw that the skeletons weren't regenerating, he was elated. His enthusiasm soared as the final decayed skeleton crumbled into dust.

But his satisfaction wasn't enough. He wanted more. Though the exact benefits were still unclear, the black smoke seemed incredibly valuable to his mini skeletons.

"If only more of them would show up…" Clayton muttered, full of hope.

As if the universe had heard him, the ground began to tremble violently.

At first, Clayton panicked—but then his face lit up with excitement. He thought another wave of skeletons was about to emerge. He stared at the ground, filled with anticipation.

Moments later, a bony hand burst from the earth—but instead of excitement, Clayton was struck with horror.

The hand was massive.

Before he could react, the arm pushed upward—and a giant skeleton, at least seven meters tall, emerged.

Cold sweat drenched Clayton's back. He instantly regretted what he had wished for. This wasn't a decayed skeleton—it was a colossal one.

He could even feel a Mid One-Star aura radiating from it. The mana surrounding the creature was so dense, it felt like a living generator.

Only then did Clayton realize: this was the "battery" he had been searching for all along.

As the realization hit, the giant skeleton swung its massive arm at him.

Wham!

Luckily, Clayton was fast. The creature's movements were slow, so he narrowly dodged the strike. But the impact left a deep handprint in the ground—nearly a meter deep.

Clayton shuddered. If that had hit me, I'd be a pancake.

Now fully on alert—

Swoosh!

Boom!

The giant attacked again. Clayton dodged and countered—but his attacks barely left a scratch.

Feeling overwhelmed, Clayton finally activated a purification scroll.

Ssssss...

The giant skeleton's bones began to sizzle and melt, as if exposed to intense heat.

Clayton knew what to do. He handed purification scrolls to his mini skeletons and ordered Dingo to dig a pit around the creature's feet.

Meanwhile, Gemma stood guard, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Eventually, the ground beneath the giant gave way, and the massive creature toppled into the pit.

Clayton didn't waste the opportunity. He unleashed his full power.

Crack!

The giant skeleton's body fractured—but its regeneration ability was incredible. It withstood Clayton's relentless assault.

Still, he refused to give up. With his Familiars, he kept hammering away.

Crack!

Boom!

Finally, the colossal skeleton shattered. Clayton collapsed from exhaustion but let out a long sigh of relief.

Thick black smoke billowed from the remains and flowed into his mini skeletons.

Curious, Clayton watched the smoke being absorbed—but no dramatic changes occurred.

He frowned. Did we misjudge the purpose of the black smoke?

After thinking it through, he still had no answer. Eventually, he lay back, trying to recover—worried that more enemies might appear.

Clayton sensed a faint magical aura lingering in the air... though it might have been nothing more than a trace left behind by the recent fight.

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

And as if summoned by his fears, the worst happened:

A Six-Star Apprentice Mage was approaching—headed straight for him.