Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu recalled Meng Anwen’s words: Opportunities often come with danger. The more perilous the place, the greater the hidden opportunity. Yet, behind great opportunities, death may lurk.

These words resonated deeply now, proving undeniably true.

The Putrid Corpse Land, described by Dongfang Yao as a perilous place even for God-level experts, was home to a phenomenon as miraculous as Genesis Lightning. Lin Moyu had deliberately sought out this lightning, allowing himself to be struck over a hundred times in the span of several days. With each strike, the heat coursing through his body grew stronger, filling him with exhilaration.

Seven days had passed since they entered the Putrid Corpse Land, covering over 3,000 kilometers. Lin Moyu’s chosen path seemed accurate, as the corpses they encountered grew progressively stronger. They now faced Putrid Corpses at level 20 or above.

Genesis Lightning caused level 20 corpses to evolve to level 24, the rate of progression slowing. This slowdown occurred because while the EXP provided by the lightning remained constant, the EXP needed to level up increased with each level.

“Have you noticed a pattern?” Lin Moyu asked.

Dongfang Yao looked puzzled, “What pattern?”

Lin Moyu explained, “The evolved corpses leave their original areas. I suspect that corpses of different levels inhabit distinct zones.”

Dongfang Yao’s eyes lit up, “If the level of the corpses increases the closer you get to the center, we can follow their movement to find the core of this land.”

Lin Moyu nodded. “Exactly. That’s why I’ve been adjusting our route. I believe we’re heading in the right direction.”

Dongfang Yao suddenly realized that Lin Moyu had indeed made subtle changes to their path over the past few days. It became clear they had been following the trail of the corpses.

As the realization dawned, a faint blush spread across her face. She hesitated before blurting out, “I thought…”

“Thought what?” Lin Moyu asked, giving her a curious look.

Dongfang Yao muttered shyly, “I thought you were adjusting our route just to find rain clusters so you could get struck by lightning.”

The corners of Lin Moyu’s mouth twitched. Women’s thoughts could sometimes be truly peculiar.

“That’s part of it.” He clarified, “But the main reason is to find the path to the center.”

Lin Moyu’s thoughts also wandered to the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land, which was about to open. He couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity. It was directly tied to whether he could achieve class sublimation during the third class awakening.

His attributes had skyrocketed during the second class awakening, in part thanks to the first class sublimation. Though its effects weren’t immediately apparent, Lin Moyu knew his explosive growth was due to it. Achieving a second class sublimation during the third awakening would push his attributes to their absolute peak. 𝘳Å₦ꝊВĚș

Meanwhile, the outside world was in chaos.

Several major events had rocked the Shenxia Empire.

The empire and the military simultaneously issued wanted notices for former royal family members Dongfang Tuo and Dongfang Shun, who had gone into hiding, vanishing without a trace.

On Dongfang Yi’s orders, the two were declared traitors to humanity, and could be killed on sight.

The Shenxia Tower trial concluded three days ago. Shortly afterward, Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng arrived together at Fortress No. 9.

It was said that murderous intent permeated Fortress No. 9 that day, and several individuals were executed on the spot.

In parallel, a nationwide campaign against the Demon Worship Society was launched. This operation would span an extended period, resulting in countless deaths.

For humanity, anyone with ties to the Abyssal Demons deserved nothing less than death.

After leaving Fortress No. 9, Bai Yiyuan did not return to the White God Courtyard. Instead, he entered the Hall of Heroes at Fortress No. 1 to monitor Lin Moyu’s soul imprint.

Meanwhile, Yan Kuangsheng returned to Shenxia Tower. Since his arrival, his terrifying murderous aura loomed over the royal palace like a dark, oppressive cloud.

In Xiajing City, dark clouds seemed to perpetually shroud the royal palace, creating an extremely heavy atmosphere. The royal family dared not speak up. After all, this suffocating presence belonged to Yan Kuangsheng, a man who lived by the creed: might makes right.

On the fifteenth day after Lin Moyu’s disappearance, a figure arrived outside the royal palace.

She was tall and slender, with near-perfect features, long legs, and an aura of overwhelming charm that drew countless gazes.

With a graceful yet deliberate stride, she approached the teleportation formation outside the palace.

“Who are you?” Demanded a guard squad stationed at the formation.

The woman let out an enchanting laugh as two exquisite swords appeared in her hands. She moved like a dancer, her swords slicing through the air with lethal precision. In moments, the entire squad of six—each averaging level 55—was severely injured.

With a few more strikes, her swords destroyed the teleportation formation in its entirety.

An alarm blared sharply across the royal palace, and experts surged into the air, rushing toward the commotion.

“Presumptuous!”

“To destroy the royal teleportation formation—do you realize the gravity of your crime?”

The royal family was already burdened by mounting troubles, their struggles made worse by the oppressive dark clouds overhead that made even breathing feel suffocating. Amid this tense atmosphere, someone had the audacity to challenge them directly. And it was no ordinary person—it was a stunningly beautiful woman.

Lin Mohan, holding her dual swords, ascended gracefully into the air. Her poised figure exuded confidence as she stood in midair.

Her clear, melodic voice reverberated across the palace grounds: “From this day forward, no member of the royal family is permitted to take even a single step outside the royal palace. Anyone who does will be executed on the spot.”

Her voice was sweet and captivating, yet every word dripped with murderous intent.

“Such audacity!”

“She must have a death wish!”

Several top-level class users from the royal family sneered, their expressions turning icy. Without hesitation, they attacked Lin Mohan simultaneously.

Lin Mohan twisted her graceful body, unleashing a surge of sword energy. The energy transformed into a dragon, its ferocious roar echoing as it struck the top-level class users. They were thrown back violently, left seriously injured and incapacitated.

Despite both sides being top-level class users, the disparity in power was glaring.

Lin Mohan treated the confrontation as trivial, her demeanor calm yet imposing. Her voice grew cold and resolute: “If anything happens to Moyu, I will annihilate your Dongfang Family!”

Inside the royal palace’s grand hall, Emperor Dongfang Yi, the God-level powerhouse Dongfang Zhan, and several elders were gathered. They were ready to take action, but Dongfang Yi intervened and stopped them.

“Outrageous! This is infuriating! She dares to rampage at our doorstep!”

“Your Majesty, why are you stopping us?”

The chamber buzzed with anger.

Dongfang Zhan’s tone was frigid, “When has the Dongfang Family ever suffered such humiliation? Your Majesty, why do you hesitate?”

Dongfang Yi sighed heavily, “She is Lin Mohan—Lin Moyu’s older sister.”

In recent days, all the Dongfang Family’s troubles seemed to revolve around Lin Moyu. Yet it wasn’t just Lin Moyu who was trapped in the Putrid Corpse Land—the princess was also stuck there.

Tension boiled over as royal family members, already at their breaking point, voiced their frustrations.

“Even if the matter with Godly General Lin was our fault, this blatant provocation cannot be ignored! How can the Dongfang Family maintain its dignity?”

“She’s only level 70. I’ll deal with her myself. I’ll make sure she isn’t hurt.”

Dongfang Yi shook his head. “It’s not that simple. Lin Mohan is the disciple of that person—his only disciple.”

A collective gasp swept the room.

In the entire human race, there was only one individual deserving of the title “that person” from Dongfang Yi’s lips.

The weight of those words settled over the chamber like an anvil.

The younger brother was already a godly general and the disciple of the White God, the Mad God, and the Serene God.

Now, the older sister proved to be even more extraordinary. Despite her youth, she had reached level 70, possessed terrifying combat prowess, and had been personally accepted as a disciple by that person.

The weight of her presence left everyone in the royal palace inwardly cursing.

Of all the people in the world, why did they have to offend these two freaks?

Attack her? Who would dare? If Lin Mohan were harmed even slightly, that person might intervene personally and obliterate the Dongfang Family.

That person was infamous for his protectiveness—historical records left no doubt.

The elders could only grit their teeth and swallow their rage, silently praying that nothing happened to Lin Moyu. If anything did, it would spell the end of the Dongfang Family.

…

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao stood before a colossal rain cluster, its diameter exceeding 10 kilometers.

Previously, the rain clusters they encountered had been stationary. This one, however, was different—it moved slowly, bringing torrential rain and terrifying lightning strikes with it.

The environment had changed.

Booming thunder echoed from the rain cluster, interspersed with flashes of blinding lightning. Amidst the chaos, they could vaguely make out the silhouettes of Putrid Corpses standing in the rain, some with grotesque and distorted forms.

Lin Moyu’s instincts told him they had stepped into a new, far more dangerous region.

Suddenly, the world around them seemed to darken.

“Watch out!” Dongfang Yao exclaimed.

A dark figure lunged at Lin Moyu with incredible speed, slamming into him. His Bone Armor erupted with a brilliant white light, repelling the attacker.

The figure tumbled to the ground, only to bounce back almost instantly, moving with agility far surpassing that of the Putrid Corpses.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed.

“Abyssal Demon Hound!”