Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Warm sunlight bathed the land, the gentle chirping of birds filled the air, and the sweet fragrance of flowers surrounded them. The world before their eyes was vibrant, welcoming, and teeming with life.

Moments ago, they had been in the dark, foul-smelling, frigid expanse of Putrid Corpse Land—a place devoid of life. Now, they had stepped into an entirely different realm, and the stark contrast left Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao momentarily disoriented.

The brightness felt almost overwhelming. Dongfang Yao squinted, shielding her eyes as she struggled to adjust.

Lin Moyu gradually adapted. The Genesis Scepter materialized in his hand, glowing brilliantly. Its radiance harmonized perfectly with the light of the secret realm.

The scepter emitted a pure white beam of light, brimming with vitality, pointing steadily toward the horizon.

Lin Moyu immediately grasped its intent. The Genesis Scepter was guiding him.

Dongfang Yao finally acclimated to the brightness, her face alight with wonder, ”What is this place?”

Lin Moyu surveyed their surroundings.

The land was blanketed with lush greenery, a kaleidoscope of flowers, and vibrant plants, resembling a sprawling celestial garden. Above them hung a small, radiant sun, casting warmth and energy across the entire realm.

Intrigued, Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell, directing its magic toward the small sun. The gentle wave of energy swept through the garden like a whisper.

[Genesis Secret Realm]

The spell’s result was brief—just three words.

Genesis Lightning, Genesis Scepter, Genesis Secret Realm—the connection between the three piqued his curiosity.

Dongfang Yao followed Lin Moyu’s lead and cast her own Detection spell, arriving at the same conclusion—this place was called Genesis Secret Realm.

Lin Moyu said, ”Let’s move.”

He unfurled his Lightning Wings, prepared to take flight, but the moment he attempted to ascend, he was pulled back down.

Flight was restricted here. Realizing this, the pair proceeded on foot instead.

Treading on the soft grass and breathing in the fresh air, Dongfang Yao seemed to relish the moment.

”The air here is so fresh, far better than in Putrid Corpse Land.” Dongfang Yao remarked with relief.

The air in Putrid Corpse Land had been suffocating, akin to standing in a decaying garbage dump—foul, acrid, and oppressive. This realm was its complete antithesis.

Tiny insects scurried across the garden floor, their faint noises adding to the symphony of life. Ahead, the sound of flowing water reached their ears, leading them to a serene pond nestled at the edge of the garden. ṟ𝓪ℕỌꞖЁꞩ

The pond’s water was crystalline, revealing fish that darted playfully beneath the surface. Birds soared above, their wings cutting graceful arcs through the sky. Everywhere they looked, life flourished in harmony.

Guided by the Genesis Scepter’s beam of light, Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao traversed the vibrant garden and crossed a small forest, before finally emerging to an enchanting sight—a secluded manor.

The manor stood hidden among the trees, with a gentle stream flowing around its perimeter, transforming it into an island isolated from the rest of the realm, accessible only by a small bridge, creating the impression of a hidden paradise.

It was distinct from the Righteous God Secret Realm.

The Righteous God Secret Realm had a grounded charm, exuding the essence of a world where mortals once thrived. This place, however, felt ethereal, as though no human had ever dwelled here.

”Ah!” Dongfang Yao’s sudden cry of pain broke the tranquility.

Lin Moyu spun around instantly and saw a transparent barrier shimmered faintly in the air behind him. Dongfang Yao, distracted by the surroundings, had unwittingly walked into it.

”Strange, when did this barrier appear?” Lin Moyu muttered, his brow furrowing.

There had been no barrier moments ago. He took a couple of steps back, easily passing through the barrier. Then, moving forward again, he re-entered without any resistance.

The barrier seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

However, Dongfang Yao wasn’t so fortunate. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t cross the invisible wall..

Lin Moyu’s thoughts turned to the Genesis Scepter. Could it be the key?

He extended the scepter toward Dongfang Yao, but the attempt was futile. To her, the Genesis Scepter was like a mirage—visible, yet intangible.

After several tries, Dongfang Yao sighed, ”You should go in alone. I’ll wait here.”

Lin Moyu didn’t hesitate. Without delay, he summoned an undead legion to guard Dongfang Yao, ensuring her safety before proceeding alone.

He stepped through the barrier effortlessly, crossed the small bridge that spanned the stream, and arrived at the manor’s gate.

Lin Moyu halted as his eyes caught the intricate carving on the gate—a scepter. The design was unmistakable; it mirrored the Genesis Scepter he held in his hand.

Except for one detail.

The scepter etched into the gate was adorned with a hexagonal gem—one missing from the Genesis Scepter.

Understanding dawned on him instantly. The gem was the Life Core, the final piece needed to complete the scepter.

Lin Moyu pressed his hand against the gate. It swung open smoothly, as if welcoming him. Stepping through, he heard the creak of the gate closing behind him, sealing him inside.

The manor’s interior was surprisingly simple—just a small garden with no buildings in sight. The garden lacked flowers, featuring only grass. At its center stood a statue, its hand positioned as if grasping something unseen.

Lin Moyu searched the garden thoroughly but found nothing out of the ordinary. Finally, his attention returned to the statue at the garden’s center.

The statue depicted a woman, exquisitely crafted with lifelike detail. From its intricate features, it was clear she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Moyu couldn’t discern anything unusual. Even when he cast the Detection spell, there was no reaction.

In this world, the Detection spell always provided feedback, even if only a name. For the spell to yield nothing was extraordinary, proving that the statue was far from ordinary.

After another close inspection, Lin Moyu’s gaze settled on the statue’s outstretched hand. The fingers were curved as if gripping something invisible.

A thought struck him, and he carefully placed the Genesis Scepter into the statue’s hand.

To his surprise, the Genesis Scepter—which Dongfang Yao couldn’t even touch—fit perfectly in the statue’s grasp.

The moment it settled in her hand, radiant light erupted from the scepter, enveloping the statue in a blinding brilliance.

Lin Moyu took a few steps back. Though he sensed no immediate threat, he stayed alert.

Amidst the dazzling light, the statue transformed into a woman. She looked no different from a human, yet her presence was anything but ordinary. Her beauty was indescribable—noble, sacred, and otherworldly.

The woman held the Genesis Scepter in her hand, her gentle eyes meeting Lin Moyu’s. When she spoke, her voice was soft, almost melodic.

”Hello, human.” She greeted him warmly.

Lin Moyu’s thoughts raced, and then he steadied himself and asked, ”May I ask who you are?”

The woman smiled faintly, ”I used to be the God of Life.”

Lin Moyu’s breath caught. A chill ran down his spine, leaving him momentarily numb.

He had suspected the Genesis Scepter was extraordinary, most likely a legendary rank weapon. After all, the Monarch’s Scepter was a legendary rank weapon.

But to encounter a God? That was something he never imagined.

Her words, however, struck a deeper chord. “Used to be”—what did she mean by that?

A hint of sadness flickered in the beautiful eyes of the God of Life. The sorrow radiating from her was palpable, and in that instant, Lin Moyu felt an overwhelming wave of grief well up inside him.

The Domain Divine Stone within his spirit world spun abruptly, unleashing a surge of murderous aura that jolted Lin Moyu’s spirit, snapping him back to awareness.

He shuddered—she hadn’t spoken or acted, yet a mere hint of her emotion was enough to affect him.

”Are Gods truly this terrifying?” He thought, his mind reeling.

The God of Life lowered her gaze, her voice soft with apology, ”Forgive me. I failed to control my emotions.”

She turned gracefully and walked to a patch of barren soil where flowers should have bloomed. With a simple wave of the Genesis Scepter, vibrant blossoms erupted from the ground, unfurling their petals in an explosion of life and color.

Moving from one area to another, she repeated the act, and soon the entire garden was awash with blooms of every hue imaginable. The air filled with their fragrance, and the garden transformed into a living masterpiece, bursting with vitality.

Lin Moyu watched in stunned silence, his senses numb, ”Is this the power of a God? As the God of Life, could she truly wield control over life itself?”

The God of Life returned to his side, her steps light and elegant.

”I haven’t seen this sight in so long,” She murmured, her tone bittersweet, ”And this may be the last time.”

She turned her gaze to him, her eyes carrying the weight of centuries, ”Human, did you know? The world you call Putrid Corpse Land was not always like this.”

Lin Moyu nodded slightly, recalling the records, ”It’s said that after a great war, an unimaginably terrifying skill was unleashed, turning it into the wasteland we know today.”

The God of Life sighed deeply, ”That skill… was cast by a God. He destroyed my world, transforming it into a realm of death. He annihilated the three races, killed me… and killed himself in the process. It was a skill of unimaginable power, but the price it demanded was unimaginable.”

Lin Moyu’s blood ran cold as her words sank in.

“Wasn’t this just a war between the three races?” Lin Moyu’s thoughts churned, “How did it escalate to involve Gods? And a skill capable of killing even them—how terrifying must that power have been?”

His mind buzzed with questions, but one stood out. He asked, ”Honored God of Life, may I ask… what kind of beings are Gods?”

The God of Life chuckled softly, ”Young human, the nature of the Gods is a secret that cannot be spoken. One day, you will come to understand.”

Her words carried the weight of finality. It was clear she had no intention of answering this directly.

But Lin Moyu wasn’t ready to give up. He quickly followed up with another question, ”Between Gods and our human God-level powerhouses… who is stronger?”

The God of Life’s smile deepened, as if she found his question amusing.

“God-level powerhouses of humanity, Demon Kings of the Abyss, and Dragon Kings of Dragonkind… they all stand at the same tier as us, the Gods. Who is stronger depends on who has advanced further within this tier.”

Her words resonated with something Meng Anwen had once told him: strength ultimately depends on the individual.

Lin Moyu felt a slight sense of reassurance. So, Gods were not as powerful as he had imagined.

”Then you...” He decided to continue with the next question.