Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Jialan Lieyang tugged at Lin Moyu’s sleeve, “This won’t work… I’m just a one-star colonel.”

He looked a little embarrassed as he said it. Despite being level 82, his military rank remained low—a consequence of spending most of his time on the Immemorial Battlefield, where he’d hunted monsters instead of Demons or Dragonkind.

As a result, his military merit was lacking.

If he’d focused on the Dimensional Battlefield instead, he might have reached seven- or eight-star colonel by now.

Lin Moyu smiled, “It’s fine. I have the qualification.”

Jialan Lieyang didn’t question it. Lin Moyu might only be level 52, but nothing about him could be measured by ordinary standards.

The two headed for the military officer entrance.

The onlookers in the queue shot them mocking looks.

“Are those two out of their minds? That’s the military officer entrance.”

“The Knight’s got a one-star colonel badge. Sure, that makes him a military officer—but he’s nowhere near the six-star rank you need to get in.”

“And the other guy… wait, he’s only level 52?”

“What the—how did a level 52 even get here?”

“He’s probably using some rare item to mask his true level.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway. In this place, it’s military merit that counts.”

“Just watch—they’ll be thrown out in no time.”

Lin Moyu stepped into the shop.

The entrance opened into a separate area, completely isolated from the regular customer area.

Dedicated staff catered exclusively to military officers here, offering them a sense of privilege and prestige.

Military management was famously strict, with every aspect governed by precise, rigorously enforced regulations.

There was no room for leniency here.

The shop specialized in items for use in the lower layer.

Jialan Lieyang lowered his voice, a rare thing for someone usually so bold, “There’s no trade office in this city. Everything gets bought and sold in this shop.”

Within moments of their entry, a female soldier approached.

“Please present your military badges. If you don’t meet the qualifications, you’ll need to queue outside.” She said crisply, her tone firm, her bearing sharp.

Judging by the military badge on her shoulder, she held the rank of eight-star lieutenant.

She saluted Jialan Lieyang after noting his one-star colonel badge, then spoke, “You’re a one-star colonel. Entry requirements start at six-star.”

Her gaze shifted to Lin Moyu, a flicker of disdain in her eyes, “Your military badge?”

Military personnel typically never removed their military badge—it was a mark of honor.

Not wearing one meant either you weren’t military… or you disrespected the military. In her eyes, he was likely the latter.

Without a word, Lin Moyu retrieved the military badge and attached it to his shoulder.

A purple badge shimmered in the light, two solid stars gleaming brilliantly—and beside them, the outline of a third star, equally dazzling.

The female lieutenant’s expression froze. The contempt vanished, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

Then, a heartbeat later, it turned to solemn respect.

She straightened instantly, saluting with flawless military form, “Shenxia City Legion, 86th Squad, Ling Nan! Greetings, Sir Godly General!”

Lin Moyu gave a faint nod, “Hmm. I assume this meets the entry requirement?”

“Yes, Sir!” Ling Nan answered without hesitation.

Lin Moyu glanced at Jialan Lieyang, “And my friend?”

Ling Nan immediately replied, “According to regulations, a godly general may extend entry privileges to any individual of their choosing.”

Jialan Lieyang felt as if lightning had struck him.

He had suspected Lin Moyu held a high rank—but a godly general?

The weight of it hit him like a tidal wave. He felt as if the world had changed too much during his years on the Immemorial Battlefield.

And not just any godly general—a two-star godly general.

That meant Lin Moyu had slain a Demon King, a being on par with human God-level powerhouses. And to think someone at level 52 had accomplished such a feat… it defied belief.

Lin Moyu spoke again, “Lieutenant Ling Nan, I’d like to purchase a map of the lower layer.”

“Of course, Godly General. Please follow me.” Ling Nan responded immediately.

In this shop, military officers were assigned dedicated personnel—a right earned through slaying Demons, accruing military merit, and contributing to the survival of the human race.

The rules were simple: effort was rewarded, and rewards were fairly distributed.

Ling Nan produced a map, “Godly General, this is the most comprehensive map currently available.”

The map was very detailed, marked with all known areas of the lower layer.

It also featured a built-in location function. Once Lin Moyu left a mark on it, it would automatically display his current position—extremely convenient.

Lin Moyu scanned it briefly and quickly spotted the location he sought—Lightning Burial Canyon.

“Thank you. What’s the price?” He asked, satisfied.

Ling Nan hurriedly waved her hands, “It’s free of charge.”

Lin Moyu blinked, “Free of charge?”

Ling Nan nodded earnestly, “Godly generals enjoy many privileges—most services within the city are free of charge.”

Lin Moyu figured it was similar to the fortresses in the Dimensional Battlefield—godly generals weren’t required to pay for military resources. If such a rule existed, it was only natural for him to accept.

Without hesitation, he stored the map away.

Then he asked, “Do you have detailed intelligence on the lower layer?”

“We do, but the resources here are limited. Please wait a moment, Godly General…”

Ling Nan quickly contacted someone through her communicator, and a slightly animated voice echoed from the device.

After ending the call, Ling Nan reported, “Godly General, please wait a moment. Someone will deliver the materials shortly.”

Lin Moyu gave a slight nod, “In the meantime, show me what else you’ve got in this shop. Anything useful.”

“As you command.”

Outside, the line of people still waiting to get in wore increasingly confused expressions.

“Why haven’t those two been kicked out yet?”

“Could that level 52 kid actually be a six-star colonel?”

“No way. He didn’t even have a military badge on.”

“Maybe he put it away?”

“Are you kidding? What kind of military officer hides their military badge—especially in this city?”

As the murmuring spread, several figures suddenly descended from the sky, rushing straight into the shop.

“Whoa, they flew here! Who are they?”

“I know that person in the front—that’s Feng Yiming, legion commander of Shenxia City Legion. Nine-star colonel.”

“What the hell is the legion commander doing here? Don’t tell me… those two really have some insane identities?”

“No, it has to be that young man. I know the other one—that’s Jialan Lieyang, the young guild master of the Jialan Guild.”

Though the Jialan Guild was the top guild in the Shenxia Empire—possibly the top guild in all of humanity—its young guild master’s status meant little here.

Jialan Lieyang didn’t have the qualifications to enter through the military officer entrance. His title held no weight in this city.

Which meant the only person who could warrant the personal appearance of Legion Commander Feng Yiming… was that mysterious young man.

The onlookers’ curiosity hit a fever pitch. Everyone tried to guess Lin Moyu’s identity, but no one could figure it out.

Inside the shop, Feng Yiming stepped forward and saluted sharply, “Shenxia City Legion’s legion commander, nine-star colonel, Feng Yiming. Greeting, Sir Godly General!”

One glance at the man’s uniform, and Lin Moyu immediately recognized the heritage.

The Feng Family—a bloodline of soldiers, generation after generation. They carried a distinct military presence that couldn’t be faked.

Lin Moyu gave a faint smile, “No need for such formality, Legion Commander.”

His tone was casual, but Feng Yiming wouldn’t dare lower his guard.

Military protocol was absolute. And coming from a military family, Feng Yiming knew the weight of rank better than anyone.

He hadn’t expected a Godly General to appear in Shenxia City. And not just any godly general—a two-star godly general who had slain a Demon King.

Feng Yiming had rushed over the moment he received word.

This was a symbol of true strength—how could he possibly not show respect?

He stepped forward and produced several thick books, “Godly General, this is all the information we currently have on the lower layer.”

“Where would you like to review it?”

Lin Moyu took the materials, “I’ll read them here.”