Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu didn’t truly understand the lower layer.

Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan both felt it was too soon to speak to him about it, so they hadn’t talked to him about the lower layer in depth.

The lower layer was vastly different from the upper layer.

It was a fragmented world made up of several continents. Between them stretched either boundless oceans or endless voids.

To travel from one continent to another, different means were required.

The oceans teemed with terrifying sea monsters, while the skies were dominated by powerful flying beasts. Some of the voids even had flight restrictions, rendering flight impossible.

Compared to the upper layer, the lower layer was harsher and more complex.

According to Meng Anwen’s senses, Lin Moyu had landed on the Savagewild Continent—a paradise for monsters, with bosses lurking at every turn.

In general, top-level level 70-plus class users would hesitate to set foot there.

Only a handful of peak-level class users dared to band together and venture into its depths, hunting bosses and gathering rare equipment.

Even with Lin Moyu’s formidable strength, if he were caught in the chaos there, the danger would be immense.

That was why Bai Yiyuan was so anxious.

His first instinct was to dive into the deep layer, find a spatial passage to the lower realm, and head straight for Savagewild Continent to search for Lin Moyu.

But Meng Anwen looked silently at him, opting to remain still.

Bai Yiyuan grew impatient, “What are you waiting for? Activate the teleportation!”

Meng Anwen shook his head, letting out a soft sigh, “Calm down. Rushing there won’t solve anything. Listen to me—there’s no need to go.”

Bai Yiyuan stared at him in disbelief, “Why not?”

Meng Anwen answered evenly, “You’re letting your worry cloud your judgment. Don’t forget—Moyu went to the Immemorial Battlefield for a reason: to find that person and deliver something on Righteous God’s behalf.”

“Now think carefully—why would Moyu suddenly appear in the lower layer? It had to be that person’s doing. This is part of their arrangement.”

“Tell me—between you and me, do either of us have the power to send Moyu to the lower layer?”

Lin Moyu was only level 50. By any reasonable standard, it should’ve been impossible for him to enter the lower layer.

Even Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan lacked the ability to send him there.

In the entire human race, the only person capable of such a thing was the old man from the Chuangshen Institute.

Bai Yiyuan instinctively shook his head—he knew he couldn’t do it.

Meng Anwen went on, “Exactly. Which means the truth is obvious—Moyu didn’t end up in the lower layer by accident. So there’s no need to worry about his safety. With that person watching over him, Moyu will be fine.”

“Even if you went, you might not be able to bring him back. Worse, you could offend that person. Understand now?”

Meng Anwen’s reasoning was clear and sound. Bai Yiyuan couldn’t refute it.

He let out a long breath, his nerves settling. Though a lingering unease remained in his heart, he knew better than to act recklessly now.

To be fair, Meng Anwen’s logic held up—but this time, his judgment was off.

Bai Yiyuan asked, “Why do you think Righteous God had Moyu deliver that bead?”

Meng Anwen chuckled, “What else could it be for, if not resurrection?”

“Back in the day, Righteous God was a level 98 half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse, on par with the old man.”

“When it comes to resurrecting someone like that, even the old man doesn’t have that kind of power.”

The only one who could bring back a half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse was that person.

Meng Anwen let out a sigh, “Maybe soon, the human race will gain another half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse. Whether that’s a blessing or a disaster—hard to say.”

Bai Yiyuan thought it over, then nodded, “All things considered, it should be a blessing. At the very least, it’ll greatly strengthen the human race. One half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse is worth more than a dozen God-level experts.”

“Let’s hope that’s the case.” Meng Anwen sighed softly.

Immemorial Battlefield, lower layer—Savagewild Continent.

Lin Moyu didn’t know the name of this place.

After leaving the territory of the Giant Leaf Mother Tree, he carefully avoided a Flood Dragon soaring into the distance.

By now, he was keenly aware that this area was unusual and dangerous.

Suppressing his aura, Lin Moyu moved cautiously through the rugged terrain.

The ground was littered with jagged rocks—some towering several meters high, others like small mountains, rising over a hundred meters.

But they weren’t true mountains, just enormous boulders. Their shapes were bizarre: some were sharp at both ends, one piercing into the earth, the other stabbing up toward the heavens, their middles bulging like distended bellies.

Monsters lurked among them. Lin Moyu spotted several from a distance but made a point to avoid them whenever possible.

Most of these creatures were serpent-type beasts. Lin Moyu feared that striking down a small one might attract a larger—much like his earlier encounter with the Giant Leaf Dwarf Trees, which had ultimately drawn the wrath of the Giant Leaf Mother Tree.

At that moment, he sorely missed having the Purification Potion on hand.

The monsters here seemed particularly sensitive to aura. Several times, Lin Moyu had come close to being discovered—not by sight, but by the subtle aura he carried.

If he’d had even a single bottle of Purification Potion, capable of cleansing foreign scents and auras, navigating this land would’ve been far safer.

Carefully weaving through the maze of stones, Lin Moyu extended his spirit force like a gentle, flowing water, allowing him to detect the presence of nearby monsters and alter his path to avoid them in time.

The temperature was steadily rising.

Back in the territory of the Giant Leaf Dwarf Trees, the air had been cool—no more than 10°C. Now, it had climbed past 20°C and continued to rise as Lin Moyu moved deeper into the rocky terrain.

In the distance, Lin Moyu spotted faint trails of green smoke drift lazily upward, forming a column that gathered into green clouds overhead.

A faintly fishy, foul odor spread through the air.

Strangely, it seemed to mask Lin Moyu’s aura, significantly restraining his presence and lowering the chances of being detected.

Lin Moyu frowned slightly, debating whether to approach.

Unusual places often meant unusual dangers—or opportunities. But here, in a land like this, it was impossible to say which.

After a brief hesitation, Lin Moyu decided to investigate. But he wouldn’t go personally—instead, he’d send a skeleton.

A Skeletal Berserk Warrior appeared silently beside him, then took off toward the rising green smoke.

Lin Moyu’s senses linked to the Skeletal Berserk Warrior. Though its perception couldn’t match his own, it was enough to get a rough sense.

The clattering bones of the Skeletal Berserk Warrior quickly drew attention. Monsters began to stir.

Apart from serpents, there were no other creatures here.

One after another, the serpents began following the Skeletal Berserk Warrior, their sinuous bodies weaving through the jagged terrain.

It looked as if the skeleton was leading a procession of serpents straight toward the green smoke.

Undeterred, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior charged ahead, ignoring the horde behind it, faithfully carrying out Lin Moyu’s command—advancing toward the source of the rising smoke.

Lin Moyu noticed something wasn’t right.

Many of the serpents chasing after the Skeletal Berserk Warrior stopped abruptly.

The closer the skeleton got to the source of the green smoke, the fewer serpents kept up the pursuit.

And it wasn’t random.

The smallest serpents were the first to halt. The larger they were, the longer they persisted—as if some invisible threshold determined how far each could go.

After coming to a stop, the serpents continued to fix their gaze on the Skeletal Berserk Warrior.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed, “The smaller the serpent, the more afraid it is to approach the green smoke… there’s a clear hierarchy at work here.”

Since he hadn’t activated Detection, he could only gauge the monsters by their size.

And generally speaking, the larger the serpent, the higher its level and the stronger it was.

The stronger ones could venture closer…

That fact alone piqued Lin Moyu’s curiosity even more. What in the world was inside that green smoke to scare these monsters?

An idea formed in his mind—if he could reach that place, perhaps he could finally shake off the serpents.

Through the Skeletal Berserk Warrior’s senses, the source of the green smoke finally came into view.

By now, only two serpents remained in pursuit.

Both were over 10 meters long—giants among the serpents.

While it wouldn’t be strange for a boss to reach such a size, it was highly unusual for ordinary monsters to grow this large.

At the center of it all was a green pool, its surface swirling with toxic fumes that rose into the sky.

The moment the pool came into view, a faint green sheen spread across the Skeletal Berserk Warrior’s body—it began taking damage at once.

Lin Moyu’s expression tightened in surprise, “Poison?”

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior had been poisoned—and it wasn’t a mild toxin.

At that moment, the last two serpents finally came to a halt.

Neither dared to move any closer toward the green pool.

It was as if an invisible boundary had been drawn—a line dividing the poisonous zone from the rest of the rocky terrain.

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior was already poisoned, making it impossible to recall it now.

But thanks to his Comprehensive Link talent, any damage the skeleton suffered was evenly shared across all his undead troops.

It wasn’t in immediate danger.

Lin Moyu made a swift decision, letting it continue toward the green pool.

In this land of jagged stone, the green pool stood out—a mysterious anomaly.