Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu had lost track of how far he had walked—tens of thousands of kilometers, perhaps even a hundred thousand. On the Immemorial Battlefield, there was no concept of day or night. Without the time displayed on his communicator, he wouldn’t have known how long he’d been there.

He continued along the outer edge of the core area. The upper layer of the battlefield was divided into three regions, with the core area being the largest and most dangerous. Lin Moyu had no intention of venturing into it again unless absolutely necessary.

His skeletons cleared the path ahead, wiping out monsters as they went. The monsters on the Immemorial Battlefield seemed endless. Once killed, they would turn into starlight, only to be replaced by new ones that descended from the sky in shooting stars—a cycle that had persisted for countless years.

Lin Moyu found this both fascinating and puzzling. The Immemorial Battlefield shared some similarities with the Dimensional Battlefield but was also distinctly different. The Dimensional Battlefield was a product of a long war between the human race and the Abyssal World, with a history that could be traced. In contrast, the origin of the Immemorial Battlefield was shrouded in mystery, its existence predating human history by eons.

He recalled a conversation between Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen. Meng Anwen had shown particular interest in the secrets of the Immemorial Battlefield, but circumstances had prevented him from pursuing them. Bai Yiyuan had warned him against it, as those who sought out these secrets had never returned. The human race had lost several godly powerhouses in this way, a loss it could no longer afford.

From their conversation, Lin Moyu learned that uncovering the secrets of the Immemorial Battlefield required venturing into the deep layer. The battlefield was divided into three layers: upper, lower, and deep. According to the map Bai Yiyuan had shown, these layers were structured like a sandwich.

The upper layer was for creatures below level 70, the lower for those between level 70 and level 89, and the deep layer for those above level 90—godly powerhouses. The deep layer was the most central and most dangerous part of the Immemorial Battlefield.

”Someday, I’ll go take a look.” Feeling a surge of anticipation, Lin Moyu muttered to himself. A faint light flickered at his fingertip, and a Skeletal Mage appeared beside him.

Five days ago, Lin Moyu had leveled up again, reaching level 35 and summoning his 15th undead legion. He was now working hard to fill its ranks. Fortunately, his spirit force recovered quickly enough that even without meditation, it would take just seven or eight days to fully stock the legion.

The 15 undead legions, comprised of 5,250 skeletons, were incredibly powerful. At level 35, the four attributes of the Skeletal Warriors had reached 60,000, while the Skeletal Mages’ spirit attribute had soared to 110,000. With the status buffs provided by the Lich Generals, the Skeletal Warriors’ attributes would reach 78,000, and the Skeletal Mages’ spirit attribute would exceed 140,000.

Each level-up brought a significant increase in power.

”I still have four levels left. If I haven’t found the Demonic Dragon Hall by level 39, I’ll have to go back.” Lin Moyu thought as he gazed into the distance.

At level 39, he would need to prepare for his second class awakening. If he hadn’t found the Demonic Dragon Hall by then, he would have to use the Mermaid’s Tear and hope to awaken a new talent during the second class awakening. He would also need to prepare for class sublimation, which would add a significant degree of difficulty.

The Demonic Dragon Hall remained his first choice, and he had four levels left to search. However, after reaching level 35, leveling had slowed significantly. It would now take nearly 10 days to gain one level.

Lin Moyu knew his leveling speed was faster than most, but compared to his sister, Lin Mohan, he was incredibly slow. Her leveling speed shattered all previous records of the human race. Lin Moyu knew that her talent accelerated her leveling speed; it was an extraordinary talent that could be upgraded.

While most people’s leveling speed slowed as they progressed, it was different with Lin Mohan. Her leveling speed actually seemed to increase.

”Sister is likely to become the youngest godly powerhouse in human history.” Lin Moyu thought, confident in his prediction.

As he pondered, his Skeletal Warriors killed another monster, earning him a million EXP. The faint light at his fingertip continued to flicker, and another Skeletal Mage appeared beside him, which he placed into the summon space as backup. Now that the 15 undead legions had been filled, Lin Moyu was replenishing the reserves in the summon space.

Suddenly, a unique aura emanated from the distance. It was a mix of Dragonkind bloodline aura, but it felt strange. The aura wasn’t just Dragonkind—it also carried traces of Abyssal Demon and dungeon energies.

”Demonic Dragon Hall!” Lin Moyu’s eyes lit up with elation.

The aura matched Bai Yiyuan’s description. After searching for so many days, he had finally found it.

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu set off. The distance wasn’t far—just over a hundred kilometers. It wouldn’t take long to get there.

A few minutes later, Lin Moyu suddenly stopped, his expression serious, ”Something’s wrong!”

There was no light descending from the sky, no strange vision. In his excitement over sensing the aura, he had overlooked a crucial detail.

Whenever the Demonic Dragon Hall dungeon appeared, it was always accompanied by an extraordinary vision that spanned thousands of kilometers, attracting large numbers of people from all three races, inevitably leading to a great battle.

But at this moment, only the aura was present—no vision.

”There are two possibilities: either the Demonic Dragon Hall dungeon hasn’t fully formed yet, and the vision still hasn’t been triggered, or what lies ahead isn’t the Demonic Dragon Hall at all...”

As he pondered, Lin Moyu saw a burst of light in the distance, forming a vast expanse of multicolored clouds that illuminated the surroundings.

The multicolored clouds covered a large area, and within them, Lin Moyu saw a dungeon vortex taking shape. The vision had appeared, the dungeon was forming, and the aura was correct. Just as he thought about it, it appeared—a coincidence, or something more?

Lin Moyu felt uneasy but knew he had to investigate. He was now less than 20 kilometers away from the multicolored clouds. In just a few minutes, he arrived directly beneath them.

His fingertip glowed faintly. Lin Moyu’s first instinct was to use the Detection spell to investigate. This was the typical response of human class users.

The Detection spell landed on the dungeon vortex within the multicolored clouds. The clouds dispersed with the wind, completely vanishing before Lin Moyu’s eyes, along with the dungeon vortex inside.

A massive barrier quickly formed, trapping Lin Moyu inside. A barrier! This was the doing of Abyssal Demons!

Sure enough, his sixth sense had been right—something was wrong. On the ground, a hexagonal crystal glowed faintly. The Demonic Dragon Hall’s aura emanated from it.

The Detection spell landed on the crystal.

[Dragon Crystal (already used): has a chance to awaken a talent after use.]

So it was a Dragon Crystal, but it had already been used and was now useless. Someone had used a special method to stimulate its aura, luring him into a trap.

”Ha-ha-ha!” A mad laughter echoed in the air.

Lin Moyu creased his eyebrows, then relaxed them. The voice was familiar—an old acquaintance.

”Fire Demon King, so it’s you!” Lin Moyu appeared calm on the surface, but internally, he was on high alert.

A giant eye, burning with intense flames, appeared in the sky. It was just a projection, not the main body or a clone.

Under the rules of the Immemorial Battlefield’s upper layer, whether it was the Fire Demon King or the Succubus Queen, they could only send projections to the upper layer at most. If they could send clones, Lin Moyu might be in real danger.

Understanding this, Lin Moyu wasn’t afraid or worried.

The Fire Demon King’s voice echoed within the barrier, ”Lin Moyu, you’re dead this time.”

Hmm? Lin Moyu noticed an unusual confidence in the Fire Demon King’s tone. He had no idea where it came from. There were no Demons or bosses around, just an empty space and the barrier.

”Is he planning to trap me here until I die?” Lin Moyu speculated.

The Fire Demon King continued, ”Enjoy your final moments. You’ll be erased completely. I’ll watch as you turn into an idiot, an imbecile, then get killed and dismembered. So what if you’re a human genius? In front of me, you’re nothing but trash!”

With a thought, Lin Moyu summoned his undead legions, which surrounded him protectively. He waited, his expression solemn, to see what the Fire Demon King had in store. After luring him here without arranging any monsters, what was he up to? What gave him the confidence to kill him? Everything felt off.

Mist began to form within the barrier, thin and barely noticeable unless one looked closely. By the time Lin Moyu realized his vision had changed, the entire barrier was already filled with a thin layer of mist. The Fire Demon King’s eye was also shrouded in the mist, becoming hazy.