Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Antares, the ancient Dragon who had lived for countless years, might have had a slightly muddled mind, but it was still quite cunning—never missing a chance to take advantage of others.

That said, Lin Moyu had tricked Antares first, so he couldn’t exactly play the victim.

As he held the scale in his hand, he instantly grasped Antares’ intentions.

He could leave the lower layer at any time using the scale.

But Mu Xianxian was another story entirely. With her current strength, staying here meant facing constant danger. And with ordinary teleportation items rendered useless in this place, escaping wasn’t easy.

Lin Moyu checked his inventory. Just as he suspected, the Teleportation Stone Meng Anwen had given him was now ineffective.

The platinum-grade stone had been designed for returning from the upper layer, including dungeons and secret realms found there. But no one—not even Meng Anwen—had anticipated him ending up in the lower layer.

Though both the upper and lower layers were part of the Immemorial Battlefield, the distance between them was vast. As a result, the stone had lost its function.

Still... a faint smile played at the corner of Lin Moyu’s lips.

The Abyssal Teleportation Stone still worked.

With it, he could go directly to the Abyssal World.

But after a moment of thought, he carefully put the stone away. The Abyssal World was far too dangerous. Last time, he’d only survived by sheer luck.

If he was unlucky enough to teleport directly in front of a Demon King—or into a Demon King’s king city—he’d be forfeiting his life.

Compared to that, staying here was the safer option.

”It looks like I’ll have to head to Lightning Burial Canyon to complete the deal with Antares.” Lin Moyu muttered to himself.

He was convinced that if Antares truly wanted this deal done, he must have a backup plan.

As long as he fulfilled his end and got the item, Antares would have a way to bring him back.

“Mmm...”

A soft moan broke the stillness. Mu Xianxian was finally waking up.

She rubbed her eyes groggily, a confused look on her face, “Huh? When did I fall asleep?”

She hadn’t even realized she’d lost consciousness—proof of Antares’s terrifying methods.

Lin Moyu didn’t explain. Instead, he quietly handed her the scale.

Still half-asleep, Mu Xianxian took it without thinking, staring at it with a puzzled expression, “What’s this?”

Lin Moyu glanced around and said calmly, “We’re in the lower layer of the Immemorial Battlefield.”

“Ah!” Mu Xianxian gasped, quickly covering her mouth. Her wide eyes shimmered with disbelief,

“How is that possible? Isn’t the lower layer restricted to level 70 and above?”

“It doesn’t matter how we got here. What matters is—we’re here now. There could be danger at any moment. The scale you’re holding—it can send you away.”

Mu Xianxian let out a quiet “Oh” and instinctively tightened her grip on the scale. It was clearly her lifeline now.

But after a pause, realization dawned on her face, “What about you?”

She might’ve been innocent, but she wasn’t foolish.

Lin Moyu gave a slight smile, “Of course I have one too. Just remember—if anything happens, run. I might not be able to protect you.”

Mu Xianxian nodded seriously, “Got it.”

She understood clearly—if she stayed, she wouldn’t be helping Lin Moyu. On the contrary, she might become a burden.

So she made up her mind: if danger came, she would run. She wouldn’t drag him down.

Lin Moyu scanned the surroundings, eyes calm and calculating.

Since he was already here, there was no point in wasting time.

He had agreed to Antares’s deal, and now that he’d landed in the lower layer, the next step was obvious—head to Lightning Burial Canyon.

Of course, he wasn’t someone who would throw his life away just to uphold a deal. If things went south, he wouldn’t hesitate to use the Abyssal Teleportation Stone.

“Let’s go.”

With that, Lin Moyu leapt off the massive leaf.

The leaf swayed gently, sending out a soft breeze. It stirred the leaves around, and soon, a wave of rustling filled the air.

Mu Xianxian followed, jumping down after him. The moment her feet touched the ground, she let out a tiny yelp.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Moyu turned to her instantly.

“I think I stepped on something…” She said softly.

Lin Moyu looked down, but there was nothing beneath her feet. However, just behind her, there was a faint, dragging mark along the ground.

It looked like the mark left by a vine. Whatever she’d stepped on must have been a vine that withdrew the moment she touched it, leaving that trail behind.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed. Something wasn’t right.

The giant leaves around them were still shaking—but now the tremors grew stronger, and the rustling grew sharper and louder.

The glowing veins on the leaves flickered wildly, casting stuttering shadows across the space.

The atmosphere turned eerie.

Mu Xianxian’s face went pale, “Something’s not right…”

In that instant, a dark figure lunged at them.

It came from the side, fast and silent.

Mu Xianxian didn’t even notice it. But Lin Moyu did.

He moved instantly, stepping in front of her. His finger snapped forward.

Skill: Bone Fangs!

A flash of white light exploded from his hand, bathing the area in stark brilliance.

Three thousand razor-sharp Bone Fangs erupted at point-blank range, converging on the incoming dark figure.

More than half struck true.

The dark figure recoiled. And in that brief flash of light, Lin Moyu saw it clearly.

It was a vine. A massive one. And not an ordinary one, either—despite being struck by the Bone Fangs, it didn’t tear.

It was incredibly tough.

Mu Xianxian, still frozen in place, hadn’t processed what had just happened.

But Lin Moyu didn’t have time to explain.

Because in the very next moment, dozens of dark figures shot toward them from all sides.

“Let’s go!” Without hesitation, Lin Moyu activated Lightning Deathwings, then grabbed Mu Xianxian and launched into the sky.

The vines immediately turned and gave chase.

This time, Mu Xianxian finally saw them clearly, “So many vines…”

Lin Moyu didn’t respond—he was already moving at full speed.

At 600 meters per second, he cut through the air like a lightning bolt.

But the vines were even faster, closing the distance with terrifying speed.

Lin Moyu pointed a finger behind him.

Skill: Deterioration Curse!

A red light surged out, accompanied by a low, droning hum that vibrated through the air.

The effect was instant—the pursuing vines slowed sharply.

Below, numerous red lights began to shimmer across the ground like a sea of embers.

The Deterioration Curse skill, now at level 50, had a base range of 200 meters. But thanks to Lin Moyu’s talent, that range had expanded—to 12,000 meters.

Within that radius, countless small red sword patterns linked by chains appeared.

Short trees with giant leaves covered the ground, and now, countless vines burst forth from the ground in a chaotic frenzy, dirt flying in all direction.

It looked like a den of vipers had risen, writhing above the surface.

Lin Moyu’s instincts screamed—he had stirred up a hornet’s nest.

An overwhelming wave of malice surged from below.

Mu Xianxian was shaken, “That was scary… Why are there so many?”

“They must be a communal species.” Lin Moyu said grimly.

Plant-type monsters weren’t uncommon. But with these numbers? This was something else.

Lin Moyu cast Detection.

[Giant Leaf Dwarf Tree]

[Level: 72]

[Strength: 300,000]

[Agility: 100,000]

[Spirit: 80,000]

[Physique: 300,000]

[Skill: Vine Flail, Coil, Leaf Slice]

[Trait: 50% Wood Elemental Damage Reduction, 30% Physical Damage Reduction, 30% Fire Elemental Damage Increase, Enhanced Health]

Seeing the attributes, Lin Moyu felt speechless for a moment.

A level 72 monster with total attributes reaching 780,000—and it wasn’t even a boss. Just a regular monster.

He realized his intuition had been correct—starting at level 60, the increase in attributes skyrocketed. It was merely a transitional phase of adaptation.

The true leap came after level 70.

And it wasn’t limited to monsters. Humans, Abyssal Demons, Dragonkind—all experienced the same thing.

Both level 40 and level 70 marked major thresholds.

Once a human class user completed their third class awakening, their base attributes would nearly double compared to level 69.

As a result, level 69 marked a high-level class user, while level 70 signified the threshold of a top-level one.

Now here he was—surrounded by monsters with sky-high attributes, three combat skills, and an arsenal of traits. And worst of all: they came in overwhelming numbers.

To most level 70-plus class users, this place would be nothing short of a death trap.

But to Lin Moyu, a smile tugged at his lips—it was a treasure trove.