Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

As the mist parted, Lin Moyu finally saw the truth.

Everything connected into an undeniable thread.

The great war that once raged in the Genesis Realm—now the Putrid Corpse Land—revolved around the Genesis Scepter.

The former God of Life had mysteriously perished, only leaving behind the Genesis Scepter, a prize coveted by all.

For the Gods, the Genesis Scepter was a path to ascend as the new God of Life, a high-rank God. To mid- and low-rank Gods, this was an irresistible temptation.

Humans, too, yearned for it. By studying high-rank God power, they could ascend into the Transcendent God-level. The allure of reaching the Transcendent God-level was equally irresistible to human class users.

Demons and Dragonkind sought the same thing—evolution, strength, supremacy.

Thus, a four-way war erupted in the Genesis Realm. Countless powerful beings clashed in a brutal struggle for the Genesis Scepter.

In the aftermath, the Genesis Realm lay in ruins. In the end, a God made the ultimate sacrifice, casting a forbidden spell that transformed the world into the Putrid Corpse Land.

The fallen—Gods, humans, Demons, and Dragonkind alike—were buried there and turned into Putrid Corpses.

The Genesis Scepter did not emerge unscathed either. Damaged in the great war, its shaft fused with the Genesis Lightning of the Putrid Corpse Land—leaving behind a final sliver of hope.

As for the Genesis Scepter’s most crucial component—the Life Core—it had vanished.

Lin Moyu carefully examined the murals, each one aligning perfectly with what he already knew and understood. But then, the story continued beyond the Life Core’s disappearance.

“This…” Lin Moyu’s breath caught as a chill ran down his spine.

The murals depicted the Life Core drifting through pace, arriving in a vast, empty void. There, it floated alone—until a colossal hand emerged from nowhere.

The Life Core, which had withstood the chaos of the great war unscathed, now seemed impossibly fragile. The hand closed around it, crushing it like a mere toy.

With its destruction, space itself collapsed.

Fragments scattered in all directions. Among them, a streak of light tore through time and space, eventually descending upon the Human World, landing on an isolated island.

Years later, a human powerhouse noticed the island’s unusual energy and established the Chuangshi Institute there.

At that moment, Lin Moyu’s mind reeled—he had seen this before, when he picked the First Fruit. The visions matched perfectly.

That streak of light contained the Life Core’s fundamental energy.

Meanwhile, the shattered fragments of its outer shell—the vessel—held its physical structure. Only by reuniting them could the Life Core be fully restored, and with it, the Genesis Scepter.

The light overflowed with boundless life divine force. It nourished the Ancestral Land, yet paradoxically, its intensity left no space for true life. Every animal, every blade of grass—mere manifestations of life divine force.

In the entire Ancestral Land, only one being truly lived—the Life Spren.

When the light descended, it was already there. Bathed in life divine force, it survived through the ages, evolving into what it had become.

Bound by the life divine force, the Life Spren became the servant of the God of Life.

And now, Lin Moyu stood before him, holding the Genesis Scepter—the very symbol of the God of Life’s authority. Whether Lin Moyu was truly the God of Life or not was irrelevant; the scepter’s power alone made him the Life Spren’s master.

For countless years, the Life Spren had searched for a worthy successor of the light. Yet none had ever met its criteria—until now.

Lin Moyu, however, shook his head. Becoming the God of Life? The thought had never crossed his mind.

He was human and could never become a God, for the two walked fundamentally different paths.

If Lin Moyu wanted to restore the Genesis Scepter, he had to gather the Life Core’s scattered fragments.

The tiny shard Lin Mohan had brought—barely the size of a fingernail—was one such fragment.

Over time, the Life Spren had acquired more through trade, and thanks to its efforts, the Genesis Scepter had recovered to a damaged state.

Lin Moyu’s mind drifted back to the giant hand in the void—the one that had effortlessly crushed the Life Core.

A mythical rank weapon’s core was nearly indestructible, yet it had been shattered like glass.

What kind of existence possessed such power?

Lin Moyu couldn’t begin to fathom it.

He had peeled back a single corner of the mist, only to find deeper mysteries waiting beyond.

With a soft sigh, he turned to the Life Spren, “You can’t leave the Ancestral Land, can you?”

The Life Spren nodded, “My existence depends on the radiance of life divine force.”

Its very being was bound to the Life Core’s essence, which remained within the Ancestral Land. Until Lin Moyu reached level 90—until he could truly wield the Genesis Scepter—he lacked the power to free it.

Lin Moyu pondered for a moment before asking, ”Then what about the trials? Where did the tablets come from?”

Neither the visions he saw when picking the First Fruit nor the murals before him made any mention of the stone tablets used in the trials.

He was certain of one thing—the tablets weren’t created by the Life Spren.

The script carved upon them was unlike any language of this world. Instead, it bore a striking resemblance to ancient Chinese characters.

The Life Spren shook its head, ”I don’t know either. They have existed for as long as I can remember.”

It seemed Lin Moyu wouldn’t be getting any answers here.

The Life Spren led him on a tour of the Ancestral Land, which was essentially a secret realm existing within its own independent space. Its entrance lay on the very island where the Chuangshi Institute stood.

Within this vast domain, there was nothing—only a series of trials.

As Lin Moyu prepared to leave, the Life Spren gazed at him, eyes unwavering.

”Master, if you gain control over life divine force in the future, will you take me away from here?”

Lin Moyu agreed without hesitation, ”Of course.”

The Life Spren’s eyes lit up, ”Thank you, Master.”

For countless years, it had known only solitude.

The life divine force that granted it an endless existence also condemned it to eternal loneliness.

It was self-aware. It longed to see the world beyond this isolated land.

Outside the Ancestral Land, most people had already left, but a few remained—Mo Xinghe, Ning Tairan, Ning Yiyi, and Mo Yun.

Ning Yiyi’s brows furrowed in concern, ”It’s been so long… why hasn’t Moyu come out yet?”

Mo Yun gently took her hand, offering a reassuring smile, ”Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.”

Ning Tairan snorted, ”That brat is harder to kill than a cockroach. He made it back from the Putrid Corpse Land—what’s the Ancestral Land in comparison?”

Mo Xinghe chuckled, ”Don’t worry. As long as one doesn’t go around slaughtering the creatures, there’s no real danger in the Ancestral Land.”

By now, half a day had passed since Ning Yiyi emerged. Even if there were more trials, things should be wrapping up soon.

Finally, after a few more hours, a faint spatial ripple appeared—the entrance to the Ancestral Land sealed shut.

The moment Lin Moyu emerged, a soft, warm figure leaped into his arms.

The familiar scent surrounded him, and Lin Moyu gently embraced Ning Yiyi, ”What’s wrong?”

She simply rubbed her head against his chest, saying nothing.

Ning Tairan asked, ”Kid, how did it go?”

Lin Moyu understood immediately, ”I got it.”

Ning Tairan was referring to the ‘light’—life divine force.

Lin Moyu had indeed obtained it.

”How much did your attributes increase?”

Lin Moyu glanced at his attributes. In the Ancestral Land, he already knew his attributes had increased significantly.

He answere calmly, ”Strength, agility, and spirit increased by 16,000 each. Physique increased by 32,000. Health increased by 50%.”

His tone was indifferent, but both Ning Tairan and Mo Xinghe were both visibly shocked.

Ning Tairan muttered, ”Your attributes... have practically soared.”

Mo Xinghe added, ”Your attributes are probably more than double those of others at the same level.”

Double? That was an understatement.

Ning Tairan, aware of Lin Moyu’s second class awakening, knew his attributes far surpassed his peers. He didn’t know the exact numbers, but he was certain it wasn’t just double.

Mo Yun stepped forward, smiling, ”Congratulations! You’ve completely shattered past the limit. Your chances of achieving class sublimation during your third class awakening have been raised by a great margin.”

The more one’s attributes exceeded the threshold, the higher the chances of undergoing class sublimation during the third class awakening.

Lin Moyu responded softly, ”The same goes for you.”

Ning Yiyi lifted her head, her voice full of encouragement, ”Sister Yun, you too! You’ll definitely achieve class sublimation during your third class awakening!”