Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The glow of the Abyssal Stone gradually dimmed.

Lilian’s figure faded along with it, but before she vanished completely, Lin Moyu caught a trace of worry in her eyes.

The higher-rank Demons would descend in a month.

The timeframe was only an estimate; the exact date remained uncertain.

Lilian was smart.

Throughout her life, she had always made the choices most beneficial to herself.

She valued her life above all else.

Though ambitious and driven by even greater aspirations, she understood one simple truth: none of it mattered if she didn’t survive.

This higher-rank Demon descent might be the greatest threat she had ever faced.

There was no way she would sit back and do nothing.

On the Immemorial Battlefield, Antares slowly opened his sleepy eyes. A blast of breath washed over Lin Moyu as he grumbled,

”I really regret ever meeting you. Ever since I met you, I haven’t had a single peaceful sleep.”

Completely unfazed, Lin Moyu let the breath attack engulf him. A faint white glow flickered across his body as his undead shared and absorbed the damage.

”We humans have a saying.” Lin Moyu replied, ”Why sleep long now when you’ll sleep forever after death?”

”Bah! Death my foot!” Antares snorted, ”I plan to live for hundreds of millions of years—eternal and undying!”

A powerful gust erupted from his nostrils, sending dust and debris swirling into the air.

Lin Moyu smiled, ”Fine, fine. You can live forever. Anyway, I came to tell you something. Higher-rank Demons from the Abyss are coming.”

Antares rolled his eyes, ”The awakening of the world will has made them nervous.”

Lin Moyu wasn’t surprised he could guess the reason so easily.

With Antares’s knowledge and experience, it would have been stranger if he couldn’t.

”Lilian came to see me.” Lin Moyu said, ”She wants me to sabotage their descent.”

Antares chuckled, ”You’ve definitely got other plans.”

Lin Moyu nodded, ”Her plan doesn’t feel safe enough. I’d rather eliminate them outright.”

Antares fully approved of that line of thinking.

”You’re not wrong, and you do have the ability to pull it off. But don’t underestimate Lilian. She didn’t become Demon Emperor by accident. Her mind is rather sharp.”

”She has a backup plan?” Lin Moyu asked.

”Of course. Do you think she’s spent all those years as Demon Emperor for nothing? The backup plan simply doesn’t benefit her much. But if it’s a matter of survival, do you really think she’d hesitate to use it?”

There was a peculiar note in Antares’s voice.

It was obvious he knew exactly what Lilian’s contingency plan was.

His expression practically screamed: Go ahead. Ask me.

Lin Moyu deliberately ignored the bait, ”She probably won’t need it anyway.”

He would eradicate the descending higher-rank Demons, become world lord, and devour the Dragonkind World and the Abyss.

Though small, both fragment worlds still contained traces of world force.

Absorbing them would further strengthen his small world.

Looking at Antares, Lin Moyu said, ”There’s one more thing. I’m getting married.”

”Getting married?” Antares asked casually, ”How many women?”

Figurative black lines immediately appeared across Lin Moyu’s forehead.

What kind of question was that?

”Four. You can probably guess who they are. The wedding is in a month. I’ll bring you some wedding candy when the time comes.”

”The higher-rank Demons are descending around the same time. Hopefully they have enough sense not to choose the same day.”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

If they dared ruin his wedding, he would teach them the true meaning of torment.

Antares laughed, ”Don’t worry. I’ll help. Not a single one of them will escape.”

As the wedding day approached, preparations grew increasingly grand.

The square of the Xiajing Academy—large enough to hold over a hundred thousand people—was transformed.

Lanterns and colorful banners decorated every corner, attracting crowds of curious students daily.

Although the preparations took over their usual space, not a single student dared complain.

With Meng Anwen and the others personally overseeing the arrangements, and with Lin Moyu being the groom, who would dare object?

Not only did they refrain from complaining, but they also volunteered their help.

After all, Lin Moyu was their idol.

Over the course of the month, Lin Moyu fully adapted to his level 90 power.

His attributes had increased significantly compared to when he was level 89.

The greatest improvement was in his spirit force, which directly enhanced the power of his bone-type law arts.

His summon-type and soul-type law arts also improved, though the difference was far less dramatic.

After returning from Antares’s place, Lin Moyu remained in the White God Courtyard, devoting himself to law comprehension.

The two aspects of the law of undeath captivated him.

He immersed himself so deeply in their mysteries that he scarcely had time to study the law of time.

Food had to be eaten one bite at a time, and a journey taken one step at a time.

Lin Moyu understood this principle well and never chased goals beyond his reach.

With law manifestation, his comprehension speed reached astonishing heights.

In less than a month, he achieved what would have taken others years of painstaking effort.

Law manifestation truly deserved its reputation as the ultimate aid to law comprehension.

The month passed in the blink of an eye.

A few days earlier, Lin Moyu had briefly left the academy to deliver wedding candies to Antares.

At this moment, the Xiajing Academy had become unusually lively.

Guests from across the Shenxia Empire poured into Xiajing City to attend Lin Moyu’s wedding.

By rough estimate, over ten thousand people had arrived.

Even Lin Moyu was stunned by the scale.

This was a little excessive.

A thousand banquet tables filled the academy square in orderly rows.

Every table and every seat bore a designated name.

Strict seating rules were enforced; no one could sit wherever they pleased.

Those invited to the wedding were all prominent figures of the Shenxia Empire—the imperial family, great families, senior military officers, and other influential dignitaries.

Every guest possessed an extraordinary identity.

On the day of the wedding, the Xiajing Academy’s square bustled with unprecedented activity.

Uniformed soldiers stood in formation, welcoming the arriving guests.

After all, what status did Lin Moyu hold?

He was the world’s only six-star godly general.

For a wedding of this importance, how could the military not be present?

A godly general’s wedding naturally required a fitting display.

Watching the spectacle, Lin Moyu felt his eyelids twitch, ”Teachers, isn’t this a bit much?”

Bai Yiyuan waved off the concern, ”Too much? What’s too much? Have you forgotten who you are? You’re arguably the strongest human expert alive, a six-star godly general, and humanity’s greatest idol. This is barely sufficient. How could it be too much?”

Yan Kuangsheng, who rarely agreed with Bai Yiyuan, nodded in approval, ”Exactly. You need to be mindful of your status. You’re not afraid of armies numbering in the thousands, yet a scene like this troubles you?

”Moyu, don’t tell me you’re getting stage fright.”

”That can’t be it.”

The two men wore traditional attire unique to the Shenxia Empire.

They were neatly groomed and wore broad smiles.

Lin Moyu was their disciple, someone they practically regarded as their own son.

Seeing him marry today brought them even greater joy than their own weddings ever would.

”Yiyuan, is everything ready? Most of the guests have arrived, and the auspicious hour is almost here.”

Zhu Qingliu approached with several close friends.

A slight curve now showed beneath her robes—she was expecting.

Many of the wedding arrangements had been handled personally by her.

After all, a straightforward man like Bai Yiyuan could never have managed every detail.

Even Meng Anwen lacked Zhu Qingliu’s meticulous touch.

Some differences between men and women had remained unchanged since ancient times.

”Greetings, Teacher’s Wife.” Lin Moyu said respectfully.

Zhu Qingliu had always been fond of him. Her eyes softened with affection as she looked at him.

”Good, good. Moyu, get ready. The ceremony will begin shortly. Don’t be nervous—just follow the arrangements. I have taken care of everything.”

Lin Moyu smiled, ”Thank you for all your hard work, Teacher’s Wife.”