Wizard Starts Farming With Mini Skeletons

As Clayton stood frozen in fear, a gentle light suddenly enveloped Dingo's body. Snapping out of his daze, Clayton instinctively turned toward the source of the glow. There, he saw Gemma—the glass deer—chanting a spell, her body trembling with effort as she poured everything into saving Dingo.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over Clayton—worry, but also deep gratitude. He was genuinely moved to see his familiars not only cooperating but also showing true care for one another. His eyes locked onto Gemma, silently pleading that her efforts wouldn't be in vain.

Moments later, the shadow weirds began to seep out of Dingo's body.

Clayton's eyes widened. It wasn't just one or two—half a dozen of them had possessed Dingo all at once. Now he understood the terrible pain his familiar had endured.

Once expelled, the shadow weirds slinked away, visibly shaken by the purification light. But though cautious, they didn't retreat entirely. They remained still—watching, waiting.

Clayton realized that even the slightest sign of weakness would provoke another attack. The thought sent a chill down his spine. Fortunately, the lingering effects of the holy light gave them a brief moment of safety.

He quickly checked on Dingo. Though unconscious, the dog was stabilizing. Clayton gently placed him into his Entry dimensional space so he could recover safely.

As for Gemma, Clayton kept her close. She had proven invaluable in tight situations like this. Now that the immediate danger had passed, he began thinking of a way out.

With no clear solution, he started exploring the area, taking advantage of the shadow weirds' hesitation. Their temporary fear gave him the opportunity to move further and deeper into the dark space.

But even after wandering for what felt like ages, he found nothing—no exit, no clues. Worse, the previously wary shadow weirds were starting to stir. He could feel it: another wave of chaos was coming.

Still without a solid plan, Clayton pressed on, praying for a miracle. The space was vast, cold, and oppressively dark. Orientation was nearly impossible. Even his own footsteps echoed ominously, attracting more unwanted attention.

Yet, despite their numbers, the shadow weirds still hadn't attacked. For a fleeting moment, Clayton felt a strange sense of relief—until he realized the truth.

He was completely surrounded.

A mass of shadow loomed silently in every direction. His danger sense screamed. His skin prickled with dread.

Trying to stay calm, he kept searching—but there was nothing. Just as despair crept in, the shadow weirds finally snapped. Nearly two dozen of them surged forward.

Their approach was utterly silent. Clayton, lost in thought, only noticed when it was almost too late.

Sensing the swell of dark energy, Gemma flinched and let out a cry of warning. Clayton spun around—and froze at the sight of a black tidal wave racing toward him. He wanted to dodge, but there was no time.

He braced himself for the now-familiar sensation of being filled with molten lead. Frustration flared.

But just before impact, Gemma threw herself at him, knocking him out of harm's way. He hit the ground but suffered no major injuries.

Gemma, however, wasn't so lucky.

The shadow weirds swarmed her, flooding her body in an instant. She collapsed, twitching.

Thankfully, her natural light attribute gave her a degree of resistance, slowing the possession.

Clayton rushed to help, but more shadow weirds leapt toward him, forcing him back. He cursed under his breath—he had come to help and nearly got himself possessed.

Thinking fast, he used a purification scroll on himself, then ordered his mini skeletons to channel holy energy from another scroll into Gemma.

After a tense few moments, both he and Gemma stabilized.

But the psychic toll had drained Clayton almost completely. Desperate, he rummaged through his dimensional pouch and pulled out some roasted sunflower seeds and a tiny, cooked sparrow.

He quickly shared the food with Gemma.

Within moments, strength returned to his limbs. Gemma perked up as well, regaining her composure.

Relieved, Clayton let out a laugh—until suddenly, two streams of blood ran from his nose.

He blinked, dazed. "Huh... Maybe that food's stronger than I thought. Or maybe I just overate."

He chuckled weakly. "Ugh... And in a place this dark, even blood looks creepy. Do dark creatures absorb light or something?"

As he wiped the blood from his face, a thought struck him.

Without hesitation, he ordered the mini skeletons as they were—to form a double-layered circular barricade, each armed with purification scrolls.

Once everything was in place, he muttered, "Now we wait…"

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

The cautious shadow weirds began advancing again.

But this time, Clayton wasn't afraid. If anything, he looked hopeful.

As the creatures breached the outer wall guarded by four skeletons, they passed effortlessly through the bone guards. Clayton summoned a water dome.

It looked like the same failed strategy from before—but this time, things were different.

The moment the shadow weirds entered the dome, Clayton used his Entry ability to transmute it into pure water.

Then he shouted, "Now!"

All around him, the skeletons activated their scrolls, blasting beams of holy light into the dome. At first soft, the light sharpened into searing beams—amplified by the dome, which acted like a lens.

The shadow weirds thrashed and shrieked, their bodies writhing in agony. They couldn't escape.

Slowly, their forms dissolved—burned away by focused purifying light.

Clayton's eyes lit up. The plan had worked. The pure water had concentrated the light and directed it straight at the enemies—just as he had learned in his previous life.

One shadow weird made a final, desperate lunge—but turned to ash mid-air, leaving behind a single black marble.

The others followed in quick succession, vanishing and leaving behind similar orbs.

Clayton finally exhaled, his breath ragged.

Once he had recovered slightly, he gathered the marbles with the help of his skeletons. Then he sat down to rest, exhausted but victorious.

But he had forgotten one thing—he didn't control this test chamber.

Suddenly, a strange, echoing voice rang out, offering hollow congratulations.

Before he could react, a beam of black light shot down from above, targeting his head.

At first, Clayton thought it might be a reward for clearing the trial.

But the moment the dark light struck his skull, he froze—then screamed in pure agony.

"AAARRGHHHHHH!"

It felt like his mind was splitting apart.