Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The orchard within the mountain’s belly was vast, brimming with fruit—enough to feed dozens more.

Ning Yiyi devoured them like a gluttonous kitten, her speed astonishing. In no time, she had eaten five fruits, each larger than her fist. Her small belly bulged, making Lin Moyu wonder—was her stomach bottomless? Was she not afraid of bursting?

Yet, despite her usual appetite…

Ning Yiyi clutched her stomach, “Why am I so full? I only ate a few.”

Normally, she could handle over ten, yet now, after just five, she was stuffed to the brim, unable to take another bite.

Lin Mohan walked over and stroked her swollen belly, “Hmm, not bad. Looks like you’re six months along.”

”Pfft!” Mo Yun, eating beside them, nearly spat out the fruit in her mouth.

Lin Moyu was always quiet and reserved, but his sister? A complete joker. This family was pure entertainment.

Ning Yiyi pouted, “Sister Mohan, why am I full so quickly?”

Lin Mohan shrugged, “Side effect of the fruit. If you force yourself to eat more, you might…”

Ning Yiyi’s eyes widened, “Might what?”

Lin Mohan smirked, gesturing, “Burst. With a bang.”

Ning Yiyi panicked, quickly tossing the fruit in her hand aside—only to hear Lin Mohan burst into laughter.

Realizing she’d been tricked again, she puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

Still, she really was stuffed—there was no way she could eat another bite.

Mo Yun, taking bite after bite, managed to finish her sixth fruit before she also felt full. She forced down half of another before stopping. She was completely full.

Lin Mohan giggled, “Mo Yun’s belly got big too! Moyu, you better take responsibility.”

Figurative black lines appeared on Lin Moyu’s forehead. Why was he being dragged into this?

Mo Yun’s face flushed red at Lin Mohan’s teasing. She didn’t dare argue back—she wasn’t as thick-skinned as Lin Mohan. If she tried, she’d definitely lose.

Ning Yiyi playfully stroked Mo Yun’s round stomach, “Sister Yun, you look six or seven months along! Your belly might even be bigger than mine.”

Mo Yun glared at Ning Yiyi, “You little brat, are you asking for a beating?”

Ning Yiyi swiftly dodged, “I’m just telling the truth! Yours is bigger than mine.”

As the two bickered, Lin Mohan watched with amusement, leisurely munching on her fruit. She strolled over to Lin Moyu, nudging him with her shoulder, “Moyu, these two aren’t bad. How about marrying them both?”

Lin Moyu had enough. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the center of the orchard.

Lin Mohan followed, relentless, “Come on, Moyu, haven’t you ever thought about it? The blessing of having more than one partner? You’re the only heir of the Lin Family—you have to carry on the bloodline. If you’re interested, just say the word. I’ll go talk to them for you. “If I’m not enough, I can ask my teacher. He should be able to pull it off. Moyu, say something!”

“…” Lin Moyu remained silent. No matter what he said, he would dig his own grave, so saying nothing was the safest option.

At the orchard’s center, a peculiar fruit tree caught his attention. It was noticeably shorter than the others, with a single, slightly shriveled fruit hanging from a branch. Both the tree and the fruit looked malnourished.

Yet, something about it felt… different.

Lin Mohan, munching on her fruit, glanced at it, “Oh, that fruit is here too.”

Lin Moyu turned to her, “You know about it?”

Lin Mohan nodded, “My teacher mentioned this fruit before. When he visited this place, a genius traveling with him ate it—then burst and died.”

Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell, but all it revealed was the fruit’s name: First Fruit. No additional information appeared.

Unlike the other fruits labeled High-rank Fruit, this one stood out. It was different.

Lin Moyu frowned, “Was it poisonous?”

Lin Mohan shook her head, her voice uncertain, “My teacher suspects it wasn’t poison but an overload of attributes. The fruit increased the person’s attributes so drastically that their body couldn’t handle it—so they burst.”

“This has happened more than once. Others have forcefully eaten the fruit… and met the same fate.”

She continued, “Moyu, you know how these fruits work. When eaten, they seal your existing attributes and skills, then grant additional attributes. These attributes are vital later on. Compared to the fruits outside, these High-rank Fruits have fewer side effects and provide far greater attributes.”

Lin Moyu finally understood.

Even if two people ate the same number of fruits, their attribute gains wouldn’t necessarily be equal.

For example, Ning Yiyi had eaten five fruits, increasing her four attributes by 1,000 points each—power she could wield in the ancestral land.

If she had eaten lower-rank fruits, she would have still been full after five, but her attributes would have only increased by 500 points each.

That was the difference.

Ning Yiyi had eaten five fruits. Mo Yun had eaten half a fruit more than her.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu had already eaten five… yet he still felt nothing.

”Sister, what determines how many fruits someone can eat?”

Lin Moyu had noticed that Lin Mohan knew far more than Mo Xinghe and the others.

It was a clear example of how crucial a good teacher was. A half-step Transcendent God powerhouse was leagues above ordinary God-level experts.

Lin Mohan replied, ”It’s hard to say. According to my teacher, it depends on a person’s potential, class, and endurance.”

”Is it related to level?”

She shook her head, ”Not really... Think of it like accumulated damage in a dungeon. Once it surpasses what the body can withstand—boom.”

Lin Moyu fell into thought, then spoke resolutely, ”Sister, I want to give it a try.”

Lin Mohan’s expression darkened, turning serious in an instant, ”No. It’s too dangerous.”

Lin Moyu remained calm, ”I’m confident. Besides, I have a soul imprint in the Hall of Heroes—I won’t truly die.”

Lin Mohan locked eyes with him. Having grown up together, she understood his personality well.

Once Lin Moyu set his mind on something, there was no stopping him.

And, in truth, she knew her own personality wasn’t so different.

Lin Mohan sighed, “Fine, you can try it. But I have one condition—you must promise me something first. If you fail and die, once you revive, you have to settle down, get married, and stop running around doing dangerous things.”

This condition… was she serious?

Lin Moyu looked at Lin Mohan’s solemn expression, “Alright, I promise.”

Only then did Lin Mohan step aside, “Good. Now go ahead and eat it. I’ll be ready to collect your corpse.”

Lin Moyu was speechless. Was this really his sister?

Meanwhile, Lin Mohan continued munching on her fruit, one bite after another. It was clear she wasn’t as calm as she pretended to be.

Lin Moyu made his way to the center of the orchard, stopping before the strange, short fruit tree. The First Fruit was within his reach.

The five fruits he had eaten earlier had noticeable side effects. However, all of those side effects had been transferred to his skeletons.

His skills were sealed, yet Damage Transfer still functioned. Not only that, but he could sense that his talents and damage immunity traits were still in effect. Only his active skills had been locked.

Because of this, Lin Moyu was confident.

If even he couldn’t withstand the First Fruit, then no one could. And if no one could eat it, then what was the point of its existence?

Lin Moyu grasped the First Fruit.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed in his mind.

A vision unfolded before him—a beam of radiant light descended onto a barren island. In an instant, the desolate land was transformed.

Lush greenery spread like wildfire, turning the barren island into a thriving paradise.

Plants sprouted at an astonishing speed, blanketing the land in vibrant life.

Countless small creatures emerged—not real animals, but manifestations of pure life force.

Then, a fruit tree took sprouted. It was identical to the one before him.

The tree bore many fruits, and as they dropped, new trees sprang forth, each taller and more robust than the original.

Finally, on the first tree, a single shriveled fruit formed on one of its branches.

The vision ended.

Lin Moyu’s gaze fell upon the First Fruit in his hand.

He understood he had just witnessed the birth of the ancestral land.

This seemingly unremarkable fruit tree before him—was the ancestor of all the fruit trees in this land. And the First Fruit he now held contained its essence.

”Truly extraordinary.”

The corner of Lin Moyu’s mouth lifted into a faint smile.

Then, without hesitation, he stuffed the First Fruit into his mouth.