Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

In Shenxia City, a slender woman slowly walked through the city gats.

She wore form-fitting Mage robes that accentuated her slender waist, her skin as fair as white snow.

Her features were breathtakingly beautiful, carrying an elegance so striking it was almost unsettling.

The moment she appeared, countless male class users turned their gazes toward her.

Conversations halted as many stared in a daze, their eyes fixed on her, unable to look away.

She was simply too beautiful, every action radiating a captivating charm.

It wasn’t only the male class users. Many female class users were drawn to her as well, their expressions tinged with envy.

Like a flame in a cold night, she commanded attention the instant she appeared.

Her face remained calm and expressionless, though the faintest smile lingered at the corners of her lips.

Deep within her eyes, however, flickered a trace of disgust.

She clearly disliked being stared at like this.

Fortunately, the attention went no further than staring. No one approached to harass her.

High-level class users, especially those who had reached level 70 and completed their third class awakening, generally maintained their own principles and discipline.

Most merely admired her from afar; after all, beauty was something everyone appreciated.

She soon arrived at the center of the square, where the Thunderclap Tower stood.

At present, the tower lay dormant beneath the ground.

The area had been sealed off, guarded by soldiers who prevented anyone from approaching.

The woman made no attempt to draw closer. Instead, she simply stood at a distance and watched.

“The Thunderclap Tower…” She murmured softly, curiosity glimmering in her eyes.

“Miss, are you here to see the Thunderclap Tower?”

A voice sounded beside her as someone approached.

The speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties. To become a high-level class user at such an age meant he could already be considered talented.

Compared to the woman, however, the difference between them was enormous.

She appeared to be only around 20 years old, astonishingly young.

Of course, no one truly believed she was only 20.

Without even turning her head, she slightly parted her lips and replied with two words, “I am.”

Her voice was cool and distant, carrying a hint of pride.

After speaking, she turned and began to leave.

The man instinctively tried to follow, but suddenly his vision blurred and he lost sight of her.

When he looked again, she was already more than 10 meters away.

Another blink, and she had moved another 10 meters farther.

“So fast…” He marveled inwardly.

She appeared to be taking ordinary steps, yet each stride covered more than 10 meters.

Within only a few paces, she had completely disappeared from sight.

Though shocked, he didn’t chase after her.

It was obvious she had no interest in speaking with him, and his pride as a high-level class user prevented him from making a fool of himself.

…

After leaving Shenxia City and escaping those prying gazes, the woman visibly relaxed.

That feeling had been extremely unpleasant.

Standing on the grass outside the city, she muttered softly to herself, “Was this the right decision?”

“Lin Moyu isn’t here, and there’s no telling when he’ll arrive. But aside from this place… where else can I find him?”

“I can’t enter the Human World. It seems the only place I can wait for him is here.”

“The humans have a saying: ‘Since you’re here, make the best of it.’ Since I’ve already come, I might as well wait.”

She was the Demon Emperor—or more precisely, an avatar of the Demon Emperor.

Taking on human form and suppressing her power, she had come here specifically to find Lin Moyu.

Since he wasn’t present, waiting was her only option.

Outside the city, she found a large rock and lazily lay down upon it.

An invisible barrier quietly formed around her, concealing both her aura and her figure.

Class users passing by were completely unaware of her presence.

Her level was far beyond theirs. If she didn’t wish to be discovered, neither high-level nor even top-level class users could detect her.

She wasn’t in a hurry. She believed Lin Moyu would eventually come here.

After all, she had left her aura on him and could vaguely sense his location.

At the moment, he was likely within the Immemorial Battlefield; not the lower layer, but the upper layer.

And given Lin Moyu’s current level, if he was in the upper layer, his location was obvious.

…

Lin Moyu repeatedly activated his skill, consuming strands of soul force with each attempt.

At first, he couldn’t control it at all. With only a strand of soul force, he would instantly shoot 10,000 meters away. If he used slightly more force, the distance would jump to tens of thousands of meters.

It was far from the control he had envisioned.

His goal was precise command over distance.

Whether it was 100 or 100,000 meters, he wanted to travel exactly as far as he intended.

Speed without precision would greatly diminish the skill’s usefulness.

Such an exceptional skill had to be fully mastered; anything less would be a waste.

But reaching that level was no easy task.

For 10 straight days, Lin Moyu practiced without rest.

After hundreds of thousands of attempts, he gradually grasped the rhythm and grew increasingly proficient.

10 days later, he could already move freely within a range of 100 to 1,000 meters.

His accuracy was within 10 meters, and each movement took no more than 0.1 seconds, so fast it was practically teleportation.

Seeing him reach this level of mastery in just 10 days, Antares couldn’t help but marvel once again. Lin Moyu truly was a genius.

Mastering the skill had also become a process of refining his control over soul force.

While mastering Deathwings, his training also greatly improved his grasp of the Soul-Splitting Art.

The essence of the Soul-Splitting Art was to separate a strand from the main soul, forming something similar to an avatar capable of absorbing the backlash of power.

Because the separated strand was extremely small, the damage it suffered had little effect on the main soul.

As long as the soul’s foundation remained intact, he could split five strands of soul, allowing him to release purple Godslaying Lightning five times.

Any more than that would damage the soul’s foundation.

Of course, with the Comprehensive Rebirth talent, even the soul could be restored.

But the talent had conditions: someone had to actually kill him, and it could only trigger once per minute. It wasn’t without weaknesses.

However, after days of practicing Deathwings, Lin Moyu’s control over his soul had become increasingly refined.

Through this understanding, he gained a new insight into the Soul-Splitting Art.

He could now split off even finer strands of soul force, separating less of his soul to form avatars.

Previously, splitting five strands was the limit without harming his soul’s foundation. Now, he could split 10.

It was only five additional attacks, but in battle, even the smallest advantage could determine life or death.

After 10 days, Lin Moyu finally stopped training.

He knew he had reached a plateau, and further effort would bring diminishing returns.

In fact, the progress had already slowed significantly after the eighth day.

Antares glanced at him, “Finished practicing?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “More or less. The results aren’t improving much anymore.”

Antares said nonchalantly, “That’s about right. With your current soul rank, reaching this stage is already quite good.”

“I don’t know about your other skills, but as far as the Soul-Splitting Art goes, you’ve hit your limit.”

Lin Moyu frowned, “But I can sense there’s still room for improvement.”

“Of course there is. You’ve only reached the elementary stage of the Soul-Splitting Art. The next stage is still far beyond you.”

“What is the next stage like?”

“What’s the point of telling you? Your soul wouldn’t be able to withstand it. Focus on what your current level can handle.”

Lin Moyu knew Antares was being deliberately mysterious again, but he wasn’t concerned.

Once his level increased, he could simply study it himself.