Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 651: Elves

Initially, this wasn’t supposed to have happened.

It all began the day the villa systems fully adjusted to Michael’s presence.

Every villa owned by a top-ranking student had its own adaptive system that attuned itself to the owner’s mana signature. When the system synchronized with Michael, it immediately began to shift.

The temperature dropped slightly. The lighting dimmed, settling into a soft gray hue that cast long, thin shadows against the walls. Even the gentle warmth that most villas maintained was replaced by a crisp chill that clung faintly to the skin.

To Michael, it was perfect.

He felt relaxed the moment he stepped in. The cool air reminded him of calm nights in Thornvale. The stillness soothed his thoughts, allowing his mind to drift easily into concentration.

But to others, it was the opposite.

When one of the elves working outside the villa entered, it immediately started trembling slightly. The air, to it, was heavy, and it felt as if it had stepped into a place where something watched silently from the dark.

The change wasn’t something Michael did consciously. The system simply adapted to the nature of his mana.

To him, the environment felt cool and peaceful.

To everyone else, it felt dark, cold, and eerie.

As a result, none of the villa attendants lingered more than necessary. Even Lira visited him only a few times.

That was how it all began.

Though perfectly happy with the surroundings, Michael, who was just shedding his mortal self, was still partly a social creature. Since he could not ask anyone to stay with him in the villa, though most students would likely not refuse even with its eerie atmosphere, who else was better than his own undead?

Before the day the thought came, Michael, who had multiple times gone into the spatial space within the Damaged Coffin of the Forgotten, had not only interacted in whatever way he could with his existing undead but had also evolved a few.

As he wasn’t exactly looking for companionship but rather to make his residence feel less empty, Michael brought out quite a few of his undead to stay in the villa with him.

With the villa adapting perfectly to its owner and transforming into something that suited a necromancer’s nature far too well, his undead, whose intelligence could mimic emotion to a certain extent, were satisfied with the atmosphere.

And so it began.

Life with Michael and his undead in a supernatural academy.

“Gyo tho you min,” Spartan repeated slowly, his deep voice echoing slightly. “It means ’the moon watches those who wander.’”

Michael nodded faintly, glancing down at the notes spread across the table in his study room.

He already knew the answer but wanted to make sure his memory hadn’t slipped. He had just reopened his notes after a long day and decided to test himself. “Good,” he murmured, “I remembered correctly.”

The academy curriculum placed great emphasis on language. Communication was also important in the supernatural world, and words sometimes carried weight far beyond mere speech. So among various subjects, language studies were considered one of the most important.

Three languages were compulsory for every student: Elven, Dragonic, and the Universal Tongue.

Michael had picked up most of the Universal Tongue quickly. His intelligence stat was so high that, if he wanted to, he could probably learn an entire language within a day. But some languages were different and special.

The Elven and Dragonic languages had layers beyond simple speech or written form. They each possessed what scholars called Incantation Speech, ancient words imbued with will, capable of shaping the world around them.

Michael found that fascinating.

It wasn’t something that could be memorized like normal vocabulary. These languages were alive. Each word carried meaning and essence. When spoken with intent, even a single syllable could ripple through the surrounding mana and twist reality slightly.

Ordinary people couldn’t even handle looking at the deeper runes of these languages. Just glimpsing one of their symbols for too long could cause fainting or induce hallucinations. In the worst cases, the strain could damage the mind permanently.

For supernaturals, the danger was different but no less real.

That was why comprehension mattered.

These Incantation Languages couldn’t be learned through repetition or memorization. They had to be understood.

Each student’s comprehension of these tongues varied depending on their talent, comprehension, and affinity. Some could barely manage a few harmless words.

Michael, with his intelligence and mana sensitivity, had no problem learning the surface forms of the languages. He could already read and write fluently, though his Elven pronunciation was far from graceful. But he was cautious about going deeper.

Spartan closed the book in front of him with a low thud. “Your tone was off, Master,” he said bluntly.

Michael blinked, then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So, not convincing, huh?”

“Not at all,” Spartan replied with absolute seriousness. “If an elf heard you speak like that, they might stab you out of mercy.”

Michael chuckled under his breath.

For special speech like the Elven Incantation Tongue, pronunciation mattered more than most realized.

Even if one got the words right, the accent carried power. The flow, tone, and rhythm of the syllables determined how much will the world recognized in the speaker’s words.

If the accent was wrong, the spell would still work, but it would lose precision, harmony, and strength. However, a refined accent made the same incantation flow more naturally with the surrounding mana, cleaner, sharper, and more efficient.

Spartan wasn’t lying when he ’mocked’ Michael’s Elven speech earlier.

The academy didn’t just teach languages for communication; it also taught about the races that used them or about particular races in general. Michael had studied enough to know how true Spartan’s words were.

The Elves were not just one of the top races in the known universe. They ranked among the top ten.

They weren’t number one, but their influence stretched wide across multiple star systems. Their home world, Elarion, was as vast as Aurora itself, yet its mana density was several times greater.

Even newborn elves were born with mana sensitivity close to that of a Rank 1 human supernatural.