Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Jialan Yeyu led her party into the core area, unknowingly entering almost the exact spot as Lin Moyu had before them. It didn’t take long for them to realize something was amiss—there were no monsters. The rumors said this was supposed to be a land teeming with beasts, where bosses were common, but after walking for a while, they hadn’t encountered a single monster.

Leading the group, Jialan Yeyu frowned, ”Could it be that there are no monsters near the edges?”

Mu Xianxian suggested softly, ”Maybe we need to go deeper?”

”Yeah, let’s head further in.”

…

Lin Moyu had been battling his way through the core area for five days. But on his return, it took him just over a day to cover the same distance. The monsters had been cleared, and new ones had yet to spawn. After leaving the core area, he decided to explore along its periphery.

The Demonic Dragon Hall appeared randomly, but it was found that the closer one was to the core, the higher the chances of encountering it.

”It’s not just humans searching for it—Abyssal Demons and Dragonkind are looking for it too, and their ability to fly gives them an advantage. If one finds it, one might have to fight through them to enter.”

The Demonic Dragon Hall dungeon, at hell rank difficulty, dropped Dragon Crystal that could awaken talents. Unlike the Divine Selection Secret Realm, which could only be entered once, the Demonic Dragon Hall could be accessed multiple times, making it the site of intense battles whenever it was found.

While lost in thought, Lin Moyu spotted figures in the distance. He tensed for a moment before realizing they were human class users, and relaxed slightly. Jialan Yeyu also noticed Lin Moyu.

”Level 33, alone? Is it some kind of joke?” She thought, disbelief oozing out of her eyes. How could someone of such a low level have made it here, especially coming from deeper within the core area? Was he teleported here by chance?

Lin Moyu moved quickly, and despite the distance, he was in front of them in the blink of an eye. He paused and glanced at Jialan Yeyu’s party, recognizing their emblems from the Jialan Guild. Scanning them and sensing their auras, he issued a flat warning: ”Don’t go any deeper; it’s dangerous.”

To Jialan Yeyu, it sounded more like, ”If you go further, you’ll die.”

Her face darkened, but before she could respond, Lin Moyu had already left.

”Who is this guy?!” Jialan Yeyu fumed. Despite being a mere level 33 runt, he had the audacity to be rude to her, a level 60 Sacred Knight. She wanted to chase him down and teach him a lesson.

Mu Xianxian, her eyes filled with curiosity, murmured, ”Why would he be here on the Immemorial Battlefield?” She and several of her teammates watched the direction Lin Moyu had departed.

Jialan Yeyu asked, ”Xianxian, do you know him?”

Mu Xianxian nodded. ”His name is Lin Moyu. He recently took first place in the level 20 grouping in the class user competition and set a new record in the unrestricted competition.”

”So it’s him.” Jialan Yeyu had heard of Lin Moyu’s feats—he had become famous for defeating a party of level 50 Mages at just level 27, something unheard of. Now, only a few days later, he had reached level 33, an impressive rate of growth. But what truly mattered was his strength.

Mu Xianxian continued, ”Back then, he was already stronger than a party of level 50 Mages. He’s likely even stronger now. Maybe we should...”

Jialan Yeyu was no fool. Understanding Mu Xianxian’s implication, she reconsidered her earlier thoughts. If Lin Moyu had truly entered and then retreated from the core area, his warning should be taken seriously.

”Let’s stay on the edge of the core area.” She decided. She didn’t want to retreat completely without seeing things for herself but also didn’t want to recklessly plunge into danger. Thus, she led her party along the boundary.

Lin Moyu had warned Jialan Yeyu’s group out of kindness due to his connection with the Jialan Guild. With their current strength, a confrontation with the core area’s monsters could be disastrous, and an encounter with a boss might lead to a complete wipeout.

Lin Moyu’s experience allowed him to predict the likely outcome, and the presence of a terrifying flying boss in the core area, which could attack at any moment, reinforced his caution. For safety’s sake, he decided to leave the core area.

After exiting the smooth, mirror-like ground of the core area, Lin Moyu sighed in relief. Although the core and center were separated by a fine line, but they were like two different worlds unto themselves. In the center, there were at most level 60 monsters, but they posed no threat to him.

”I wonder how Sister is doing.” He thought to himself.

As he proceeded forward, he occasionally glanced toward the outskirts of the Immemorial Battlefield. It had been 22 days since Lin Mohan had obtained the Primordial Rune. Given her party’s strength, they shouldn’t be in any danger in the outskirts, but not being able to see for himself made him worry.

Sometimes, he would chide himself for overthinking. Lin Mohan’s teacher, a godly expert from the Chuangshen Institute, would undoubtedly have made all the necessary arrangements. Given their ability to even predict the location of the Primordial Rune, their capabilities were beyond Lin Moyu’s imagination, at the very least comparable to those of Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen.

Bang!

A sudden burst of light in the sky caught his attention, temporarily overshadowing the never changing light of the Immemorial Battlefield.

His mind jolted as he realized, ”A distress signal. It’s coming from the direction of the core area, about 20 kilometers away. I can reach it in 10 minutes.”

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu rushed toward the signal. It was an unwritten rule among human class users to assist when a distress signal was seen, regardless of the danger.

Years ago, Demons had exploited distress signals to ambush human class users, causing substantial casualties. This led to widespread hesitation in responding to distress signals due to fears of traps. To prevent such abuses, distress signal transmitters were later replaced with tools that required soul binding. Only the intended user could activate them, and if the user died, the transmitter would automatically deactivate. Since then, there had been no more false distress signals.

Just two days after leaving the core area, Lin Moyu reentered it. With his undead legions clearing the path ahead, he pressed forward at a swift pace.

Bang!

Another distress signal exploded, casting a brilliant light across the mirror-like ground of the core area, illuminating a vast expanse of earth as brightly as day.

”Idiots!” Lin Moyu cursed under his breath. One flare was enough; why launch another? Were they trying to draw that boss? The boss’s territory wasn’t small, and as a flying-type, its speed was likely terrifying. If it found them...

He remained on guard, wary of the mysterious flying boss.

Bang!

A third distress signal flared up.

”Lunatics!” he cursed again. They were practically inviting the boss to come.

Within 10 minutes, ten distress signals had exploded, creating miniature suns that lingered, illuminating a large swath of the core area as if it were day.

Lin Moyu had muttered curses at first, but now he didn’t bother. Covering the 20 kilometers at full speed, it took him only 10 minutes, dispatching any monsters in his path. Fortunately, this was the edge of the core area and so it wasn’t heavily populated with monsters, and the monsters weren’t cross. Any party that could enter the core should be able to handle most situations here.

”I wonder what they came across. Could it be a boss?” Finally, he saw the people who had sent the distress signals, ”It’s them!”