Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu shared his confusion with Meng Anwen. After listening patiently, Meng Anwen smiled and continued sipping his tea leisurely. Lin Moyu had left the White God Courtyard to do level grinding. But in just half a day, he had already reached level 40. By the time he returned, Bai Yiyuan still hadn’t come back.

Meng Anwen’s voice was calm as he began, “You’re aware that some classes are strong in the early stage, while others become strong in the late stage. But how exactly do we define the early and late stages?”

Lin Moyu nodded. This was common knowledge, something even ordinary students understood. It was deeply rooted in their minds. However, as Meng Anwen posed the question, Lin Moyu realized he’d never considered how to define “late stage” precisely. Was it at level 70? Or level 80?

After pondering, Lin Moyu said, “Perhaps everyone has a different definition of the late stage.”

Meng Anwen smiled, clearly pleased with his answer, “Exactly. Everyone’s definition varies. For some, who struggle to even complete the third class awakening, level 70 is their late stage. But for your two teachers? They might consider level 90 to be their late stage.”

A revelation struck Lin Moyu. He quickly asked, “Are you saying some classes only truly reveal their strength after reaching god-level?”

Meng Anwen chuckled softly, “Have you heard of Force God?”

Lin Moyu nodded. Of course, he knew of Force God—a god-level powerhouse, though not as famous as White God or Mad God.

Meng Anwen carried on, “Do you know what Force God’s class is?”

Lin Moyu shook his head. He knew Force God one of the god-level powerhouses of the Shenxia Empire, but he had no idea what his class was.

With a teasing smile, Meng Anwen revealed, “When Force God first awakened, his class was... Blacksmith.”

Lin Moyu’s eyes widened in shock. Blacksmith? That didn’t make sense. Everyone knew that Blacksmiths weren’t combat-oriented. Their skills revolved around forging equipment, not fighting on the battlefield. How could a Blacksmith rise to the level of a god-level powerhouse?

Seeing Lin Moyu’s stunned expression, Meng Anwen chuckled. It was rare for Lin Moyu—someone who usually surprised others—to be the one being surprised.

Meng Anwen continued, “When Force God underwent his second class awakening, his class evolved from an ordinary to a superior class—Warsmith. With this evolution, he gained two combat skills. They weren’t particularly powerful, but they allowed him to be considered half a Warrior. Over time, through astonishing perseverance, Force God reached level 70 and completed his third class awakening. He sublimated his class once again, joining the ranks of legendary class users, and awakened a talent.”

Meng Anwen paused, then added, “By level 70, he could barely handle dungeons anymore. But thanks to his talent and sheer willpower, he fought his way to level 89 over several decades. In the end, through a stroke of luck, he became a god-level powerhouse. Once at that level, he displayed astonishing combat power—no weaker than that of other god-level combat-type powerhouses.”

Lin Moyu had heard of Force God’s achievements, and they were indeed remarkable. He began to understand Meng Anwen’s point—each class’s ”late stage” varied, and the key was to keep progressing until one reached god-level.

Meng Anwen went on, “Attributes are both important and unimportant. They’re important because they form the foundation of your power. Once you become a god-level powerhouse, having exceptionally strong attributes can put you at the top of god-level. One could even surpass level 91 and level 92 powerhouses while still at level 90. However, they’re also unimportant because, if you never reach god-level, even the strongest attributes mean nothing. Unless, of course, your attributes break through some extraordinary limit... but how likely is that?”

Lin Moyu nodded thoughtfully, “I understand. My primary goal is to reach god-level, no matter what.”

Meng Anwen burst into laughter, “Not quite. Your primary goal right now is to complete your second class awakening. Let’s not jump ahead.” He then said, “Your teacher is back, so I’ll leave the rest to him.”

Lin Moyu also sensed the subtle spatial fluctuations and bowed respectfully, “Thank you for your guidance, Senior Meng.”

Meng Anwen’s words seemed useful, but at the same time, not really. However, they subtly guided Lin Moyu in the right direction. Realizing this, Lin Moyu felt a deep sense of gratitude.

As Bai Yiyuan returned and saw Lin Moyu, a wide grin spread across his face, “So, you’ve finally hit level 40, huh? Tell me, have you managed to take control of your murderous aura yet?”

Lin Moyu smiled and replied, “I have. Thank you, Teacher.”

Bai Yiyuan waved his hand, “Why are you thanking me? If you want to thank someone, thank Madman Yan. That guy may not be great at fighting, but no one understands murderous aura better than him.”

Lin Moyu couldn’t help but smile. Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were equals in power, yet they constantly teased and belittled each other.

Bai Yiyuan continued, “That lunatic gave you the Domain Divine Stone, didn’t he? And he fed you Bloodthirsty Python meat, right?”

“He did...” Lin Moyu nodded and then explained Yan Kuangsheng’s plan.

After listening, Bai Yiyuan frowned, looking indecisive. He glanced at Meng Anwen, seeking advice, ”Old Meng, what do you think?”

Meng Anwen replied, ”Respect Moyu’s decision.”

”I get it.” Bai Yiyuan nodded, knowing that Lin Moyu would aim for the peak. His determination was unshakable; as long as there was a chance, he wouldn’t hesitate, no matter the danger, ”Since that’s the case, let me explain the key details for your class awakening. Keep this in mind, once it begins, you’ll be on your own.”

...

Bai Yiyuan carefully outlined the critical points Lin Moyu needed to pay attention to. Lin Moyu listened attentively, committing each point to memory and summarizing them for himself.

Bai Yiyuan had already prepared everything required for Lin Moyu’s second class awakening—from the Blackened Soul Crystal to Mermaid’s Tears, and other valuable resources, even adding extras beyond what was needed. He ensured the best possible external conditions. Now, it was all up to Lin Moyu. No outside help could be given at this stage.

A firm will, attributes beyond the limit, and a strong desire for power—all these factors could lead to different outcomes. Ultimately, whether Lin Moyu could achieve class sublimation or awaken a new talent remained uncertain.

”You already have two talents.” Bai Yiyuan said, ”So the chances of gaining another one are slim—probably less than 1%. Don’t try to force it. Focus on achieving the class awakening itself. Keep in mind, you still have the attribute boost from the Bloodthirsty Python heart meat.”

He continued, ”Skill changes will depend on your class, so there’s no need to worry about them. Now, meditate to adjust your state, and get ready for the class awakening.”

Lin Moyu had already committed all the requirements to memory. Following Bai Yiyuan’s advice, he began to meditate.

Suddenly, Meng Anwen asked, ”Old Bai, do you think our human race could ever produce a four-talent class user?”

Bai Yiyuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. ”Impossible. I’ve never heard of anyone having more than three talents. That’s the limit.”

Meng Anwen shook his head, ”Limits are meant to be broken. Perhaps Moyu has a chance. Before him, did you ever imagine a class user like him would appear? A level 37 godly general? Or consider the possibility of someone venturing into the Abyss and wiping out entire cities?”

Bai Yiyuan glanced at Lin Moyu, still deep in meditation, and Meng Anwen’s words struck him. He realized he had been bound by past thinking. Maybe… it was possible.

”If that happens.” Bai Yiyuan said quietly, ”It will make history.”

Meng Anwen laughed, ”History is meant to be made.”

His words hinted at the high expectations he held for Lin Moyu, and even the future of the entire human race.

After some time, Lin Moyu’s energy had fully replenished. Bai Yiyuan patted his shoulder, ”Let’s go. Time for your class awakening.”

In a flash of light, the two teleported away.

The teleportation lasted a while, and it seemed they had left the borders of the Shenxia Empire entirely. When the teleportation ended, Lin Moyu found himself gazing up at a brilliant starry sky.

They were in a wilderness, where the elemental forces felt particularly rich, swirling in abundance around them. The primary elements—wind, fire, water, lightning, and light—were all present.

But Lin Moyu could sense even more. Earth, poison, the dark element from the Abyss, and other unfamiliar elements he couldn’t name but could feel in the air.

Bai Yiyuan smiled, ”This is the Desolate Voidland, where primal forces and elements converge. Conducting the class awakening here will give you the best possible results.”