Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The Swordsman let out a low shout and charged at Lin Moyu. His final star ring shattered as he merged with his sword, transforming into a massive sword radiating deadly sword energy. In a flash, the massive sword hurtled toward Lin Moyu, striking him instantly.

Lin Moyu stood calm and unmoved. With Bone Armor, Damage Transfer, and Comprehensive Link, only a true God-level powerhouse or Demon King could hope to kill him with a single blow. The Bone Armor shimmered and creaked under the assault, holding for a moment before shattering. The sword struck Lin Moyu, piercing his clothing but failing to injure him.

The undead troops absorbed the damage, and the Lich Generals swiftly began healing them. As long as they endured, Lin Moyu remained unharmed. Bright flashes like fireworks burst against the massive sword, and lightning-infused arrows rained down on it. In seconds, the colossal blade disintegrated, and the level 69 Swordsman fell.

Lin Moyu now had a rough sense of his combat power. Level 69 mid-tier legendary class users were no match for him. Even wounding him was a challenge.

For other, being unbeatable at their level marked them as a genius. Defeating foes four or five levels higher was considered extraordinary. But for him? Facing opponents far above his level was as effortless as breathing. Even battling across tiers felt unremarkable.

After the second class awakening, his power had surged—a fact both the books and his own experiences confirmed.

The village was eerily silent, empty of life. Though made of elements, it felt real enough that Lin Moyu didn’t want to disturb its calm. He dismissed his undead legions and walked alone into the village.

The houses were scattered, connected by a single main path. Lin Moyu followed it to a small cabin. The cabin blended into the village scenery, but here, the soul aura was strongest.

Lin Moyu, acutely sensitive to soul aura, knew he wasn’t mistaken.

”Come in!” A voice from within the cabin called.

Lin Moyu responded and stepped inside. Seated cross-legged was a Swordsman, his attire and appearance mirroring the figures Lin Moyu had seen before—though this time, without star rings on his wrists.

Lin Moyu bowed respectfully. ”Junior Lin Moyu greets Lord Righteous God.”

”Sit.” Jiang Yi said, gesturing to the space in front of him.

Lin Moyu settled cross-legged across from Jiang Yi. This man was the most powerful human powerhouse of over 600 years past—the hero who had single-handedly faced 50 Demon Kings in battle, wounding 20 and killing 30, buying humanity invaluable time.

“Young man, you are quite impressive.” Jiang Yi remarked, studying Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu replied humbly, “Compared to you, Lord Righteous God, I still have a long way to go.”

Jiang Yi spoke bluntly, “There’s no need for modesty. You are much stronger than I was at your age. Meeting you gives me hope for humanity’s future—it puts me at ease.”

Lin Moyu said, “Though humanity hasn’t yet eradicated the Abyssal Demons, we are strong enough now to hold our own against them.”

“Eradicate the Abyssal Demons?” Jiang Yi chuckled, “That’s impossible—utterly impossible.”

Lin Moyu frowned, puzzled by Jiang Yi’s certainty. Given humanity’s current strength, why would it be impossible to eventually eliminate the Abyssal Demons?

Jiang Yi smiled, “Once you reach my level, you’ll understand why.”

Lin Moyu, not quite convinced, replied, “At present, the human race’s strongest powerhouse have reached half-step Transcendent God-level.”

Jiang Yi laughed heartily, the house trembling as elements resonated with his laughter, “It’s no use. Even if they truly reached Transcendent God-level, eradicating the Abyss would still be a pipe dream.”

Lin Moyu was stunned. Jiang Yi’s words contradicted everything he had been taught. This knowledge was beyond even what Bai Yiyuan and the others knew. Jiang Yi, possibly a half-step Transcendent God in his era, might know more than Bai Yiyuan and the others.

His words implied that the Abyssal Demons might also have Transcendent God-level beings among them.

Lin Moyu stayed silent. There was no point in saying anything else now; when he reached that level, he would learn the truth himself.

Jiang Yi’s laughter subsided, and he shifted topics, “Aren’t you curious why I created this secret realm and imposed such strict entry conditions? Or why I kept it hidden, even if it meant the right person might never enter it?”

Lin Moyu shook his head; the thought had never crossed his mind.

At that, Jiang Yi opened his palm, revealing two small boxes, “Anyone capable of clearing a hell rank dungeon in ten minutes has both strength and courage—someone like that wouldn’t hesitate to come in.”

Lin Moyu nodded. Even without Bai Yiyuan’s encouragement, he likely would have entered on his own.

Jiang Yi opened one of the small boxes and continued, ”Moreover, after coming in, there’s still my test to pass. You’re exceptionally talented, far beyond what I imagined. So, I’d like to make a deal with you.”

He extended the open box to Lin Moyu, who looked down in surprise. Inside was a severed finger.

The finger was exquisitely slender and smooth, like a piece of fine jade—almost unreal. It didn’t resemble a human finger, nor that of a beast, and certainly not that of an Abyssal Demon or Dragonkind.

Jiang Yi explained, ”This is the severed finger of a God.”

Lin Moyu was stunned. A God… He’d obtained items related to Gods while raiding elemental dungeons, but they were only artifacts.

But Jiang Yi claimed this was an actual part of a God.

Snapping the box shut, Jiang Yi added, ”You won’t be able to use it just yet, but I can tell you this: with it, reaching the God-level will be far easier, and you may even have a shot at the Transcendent God-level.”

Lin Moyu nodded, ”What do you need me to do?”

He didn’t question Jiang Yi’s words; if Jiang Yi said it, then it must be true. And since it was a deal, he knew there would be something he’d need to accomplish—something far from simple.

Jiang Yi opened the other box, revealing a bead. It was the size of a fist, pitch-black, and impossible for Lin Moyu to identify.

“The deal,” Jiang Yi explained, “is for you to take this bead to the upper layer of the Immemorial Battlefield and deliver it directly to the boss at the center of the core area.”

Lin Moyu felt a storm of thoughts churning within him. He hadn’t anticipated such a task, though he maintained a steady expression, his gaze fixed on the bead.

Jiang Yi finished and waited in silence for Lin Moyu’s response.

After a brief pause, Lin Moyu nodded, “I accept this deal.”

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh, and a faint smile crossed his face. He handed both boxes to Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu hesitated, “Aren’t you worried I’ll go back on our deal?”

”I know how to judge character—I trust you.” Jiang Yi shook his head and said with complete certainty.

Lin Moyu took the boxes, ”Rest assured, I’ll see it through.”

Jiang Yi nodded approvingly, ”There’s no rush. Go when you’re strong enough. The core area isn’t a place to enter willy-nilly. I’ve waited over 600 years; a few more won’t matter.”

Lin Moyu hesitated, then asked, ”Why not ask a God-level expert to help you?”

Jiang Yi shook his head, ”They aren’t qualified to engage with it. Going there would be suicide. But you—you’re different. You have the qualification to speak with it.”

Lin Moyu didn’t fully understand why Jiang Yi trusted him so much, but he had an inkling. Even someone as formidable as Yan Kuangsheng had been struck down in an instant, left with only a few dismissive words from the opponent. To that entity, even Yan Kuangsheng wasn’t worth acknowledging.

Yet Lin Moyu was different—the terrifying boss had not only spoken to him but had also seemed interested in striking a deal. That alone signaled that he was qualified.

Jiang Yi fixed Lin Moyu with a serious gaze, ”One last piece of advice: never reveal the contents of these boxes, especially the finger. Its allure is too powerful, and it would bring disaster down upon you. Whether human, Abyssal Demon, or Dragonkind, they would stop at nothing to claim it.”

Lin Moyu nodded, sensing the weight of the warning. ”Understood. I’ll keep it in mind.”