Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

A heavy silence settled over the group, as if even the air itself had stopped moving.

The wind stilled, the clouds froze, and the sunlight dimmed.

The power of God-level powerhouses was simply beyond comprehension.

The Shenxia Tower stood as a beacon, emitting radiant light that spread far and wide.

Meng Anwen’s voice broke the silence, carrying an oppressive weight, “Today, the Shenxia Tower opens. The rules have changed. Those whose names are called shall enter the tower; the rest will remain outside. Let’s begin. Muli Institute, Lin Li.”

At the sound of his name, Lin Li stepped forward and disappeared into the glowing Shenxia Tower.

Inside the tower, Lin Moyu encountered Bai Yiyuan’s group of three. At that moment, understanding dawned. This was how he was expected to learn.

The realization left him with a strange, indescribable feeling. He couldn’t fathom how his teachers had devised such an unconventional method, yet all three of them seemed perfectly satisfied, leaving no room for objection—it was as if an arrow had already been nocked on the bowstring, and there was no turning back.

Yan Kuangsheng shrugged, his tone casual but pointed, “What’s the big deal? A few failures, a couple of beatings—who hasn’t been through that? You’ll get used to it.”

Meng Anwen added, “Everything is ready. If you don’t want things to end too badly, then give it your all.”

Bai Yiyuan placed a firm hand on Lin Moyu’s shoulder, his voice brimming with confidence, “Moyu, I believe in you. It won’t be as bad as you think. The first person to enter the tower is a Great Mage specializing in the water element. Don’t worry—we’ve arranged everything. You’ll start at the bottom and gradually work your way up.”

Left with no alternative, Lin Moyu nodded reluctantly. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and a beam of light cast by Meng Anwen enveloped him. As he closed his eyes, his consciousness began to drift away.

…

Lin Li stepped into the Shenxia Tower for the first time, brimming with curiosity. The enormous tower was steeped in history, its vast structure housing a vast array of the legacy of the empire, a solemn and sacred aura filling the air.

Lin Li had started as a superior class Wave Mage, then advanced to a Wave Great Mage after his second class awakening. Now at level 45, he had mastered his skills to perfection, earning his hard-won entry ticket through numerous trials.

Upon entering the tower, an invisible pressure immediately descended upon him, suppressing his attributes and sealing his high-level skills. Within moments, he was reduced to the state of a level 10 class user.

Lin Li remained composed, understanding this was all part of the trial. He knew the Shenxia Tower posed no real danger to him.

“Defeat the opponent in front of you. The more victories you achieve, the higher your score.” A commanding voice echoed in his ears, crisp and unmistakable.

The rules were simple, clear enough for anyone to grasp.

A barrier separated Lin Li from his opponent. Through the translucent barrier, he observed the figure on the other side.

”A puppet?” Lin Li muttered, his gaze sharp and calculating, ”I wonder what its level and strength are. Since I’ve been suppressed to level 10, it shouldn’t be too strong.” Muscles tense, he prepared for combat, his senses on high alert.

Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the barrier, Lin Moyu’s consciousness had merged with the puppet. He too had been reduced to level 10, with identical skills and attributes to Lin Li. For this battle, Lin Moyu had assumed the role of a Wave Mage, his thoughts racing as he scanned the unfamiliar skills.

He recalled Bai Yiyuan’s words: ”The best way to understand a class is to become that class.”

Meng Anwen took advantage of the 500 class users entering the Shenxia Tower, repurposing them as training partners for Lin Moyu. The tower replicated each person’s class and skills, embedding them into puppets that Lin Moyu would control, mastering their combat styles and techniques in the process.

At first, the unfamiliarity of the Wave Mage’s abilities made him hesitant and clumsy. He struggled to execute maneuvers effectively, leaving openings for his opponent and taking direct hits.

Although Lin Moyu was merely controlling a puppet, the immersive formation crafted by Meng Anwen ensured that every strike and blow felt real. Pain coursed through his senses, sharp and visceral, though death was not a consequence.

It was only now that Lin Moyu fully realized the depth of Meng Anwen’s abilities. His class, Godly Formation Archmaster, allowed him to weave complex formations with ease.

Pushing aside his stray thoughts, Lin Moyu resolved to make the most of the situation. He understood that there was a purpose behind this meticulous arrangement. The three mentors had gone to extraordinary lengths to ensure that the empire’s finest talents would serve as his training partners. Squandering such an opportunity would be nothing short of disgraceful.

“This is a crucial step toward becoming a God-level powerhouse.” Lin Moyu remembered the words of Meng Anwen and the others. “If that’s the case, then I’ll have you all serve as my whetstone.”

The barrier dissolved.

Before Lin Moyu could react, a cold flash streaked through the air—a piercing ice arrow. Pain erupted as his entire body froze, sharp and unrelenting. It was then, for the first time, that he realized just how agonizing freezing magic could be.

Lin Moyu didn’t move. Or perhaps, his subconscious hadn’t even considered dodging. He had grown far too reliant on his Bone Armor and Damage Transfer that attacks of this caliber no longer fazed him. But he had forgotten one critical detail: this was no longer his main body. He was now possessing a puppet, a mere level-10 Wave Mage.

The realization came too late.

A second ice arrow followed, striking his frozen form without resistance. The puppet shattered under amid searing pain.

For a moment, Lin Moyu truly believed he might have died.

The next instant, his consciousness shifted into a new puppet. He noticed his level had increased to level 12, and while his skills remained unchanged, his attributes had received slight improvements.

Once again, he faced the same barrier and the same opponent.

On the other side, Lin Li couldn’t hide his bewilderment. His opponent had been pitifully weak. Two ice arrows were all it took to finish the fight. The puppet hadn’t even tried to dodge—it was like striking a motionless wooden dummy.

Was this really a trial? Lin Li wondered, his skepticism growing. Why did it feel more like playing house? Or maybe the first round was just a warm-up.

However, Lin Li refused to let his guard down now that the puppet’s level had risen. He remained vigilant, ready for the next phase of the trial.

Lin Moyu, meanwhile, snapped back to his senses, chastising himself for his earlier carelessness.

“I need to completely abandon my previous combat style.” He reminded himself firmly, “I’m a Mage now—a level 12 Mage—with no undead legions, no Bone Armor, and no Damage Transfer. I can only withstand two or three hits at most.”

Determined, Lin Moyu began adjusting to his ’new identity.’

The barrier vanished, signaling the start of the second round.

An ice arrow hurtled toward him, its chilling whistle cutting through the air. This time, Lin Moyu reacted swiftly, dodging to the side. In the same motion, he pointed a finger and cast a skill, launching an ice arrow of his own.

“It’s finally moving! So the earlier fight was just a warm-up!” Lin Li thought, his confidence growing as he saw Lin Moyu counterattack.

Now, the real challenge began.

But…

Lin Moyu’s ice arrow veered off course, missing its target entirely before dissipating into the air.

Lin Li frowned, puzzled by the inaccurate strike, but he didn’t dwell on it. Pressing his advantage, he launched another attack.

At level 10, a Wave Mage had a limited skill set and no access to defensive abilities like Magic Shield. Lin Li’s barrage quickly forced Lin Moyu onto the defensive.

Dodging clumsily, Lin Moyu managed to evade several attacks in succession. However, his inexperience betrayed him—he mistimed a movement and took a direct hit.

Seizing the moment, Lin Li pressed forward, ending the round decisively.

When Lin Moyu recovered from the pain, he found himself controlling a level 14 Wave Mage puppet.

Reflecting on his performance, Lin Moyu muttered to himself, “I’m too accustomed to relying on Soul Blaze’s locking trait and Bone Fangs’ AoE capabilities. Ice Arrow, on the other hand, requires precise aiming. And the same is true for Waterball—it’s slower than Ice Arrow but spins rapidly. The two can complement each other if used well.”

As he analyzed his mistakes, Lin Moyu began formulating strategies to adapt to this new style of combat.

The waiting period was brief—just a minute. It was barely enough time for him to form a rough plan before the next round began.

This time, Lin Moyu lost again. But his performance had improved significantly.

…

Meng Anwen and the other two watched the entire process unfold, silently observing Lin Moyu’s progress with keen interest.

Bai Yiyuan, impressed by Lin Moyu’s performance, remarked with a satisfied smile, ”Not bad, not bad at all. Moyu is improving rapidly.”

Yan Kuangsheng nodded in agreement, “He’s already better than you were back in the day.”

Bai Yiyuan snorted, narrowing his eyes, “And you mean to suggest he’s not better than you?”

The two didn’t get along at all. Although they no longer engaged in heated disputes like before, they still couldn’t help but exchange sharp remarks.

Bai Yiyuan continued, his voice deliberately slow, “I have faith in Moyu’s ability to learn. But I can’t help wondering—won’t these repeated setbacks dent his confidence?”

Lin Moyu had indeed led a charmed path so far, breaking records and making history with an almost uncanny ease. He had rarely, if ever, tasted the sting of failure.

Could this string of defeats shake his self-assurance?

Meng Anwen shook his head firmly, “No chance. You’ve seen Moyu’s tenacity. Once he sets his mind on something, this degree of setback won’t faze him in the least.”

Yan Kuangsheng added, “The smoother one’s path, the more they need to face real challenges. Setbacks are essential for growth. And Moyu? He’s already adapting. Trust me, he’ll be just fine.”

For once, Bai Yiyuan didn’t argue, clearly agreeing with Yan Kuangsheng’s words.

Back in the Shenxia Tower, a new round of the trial was underway.