Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

This time, the rain cluster brought more than torrential rain—it came with streaks of lightning. The purple bolts tinged with black danced across the sky, exuding an eerie and oppressive aura. The corrosive rain was even stronger than before, its acrid stench choking the air.

The Putrid Corpses stirred restlessly under the downpour, their movements unusually vigorous.

Lin Moyu quickly realized that he and Dongfang Yao, as living beings, had become glaring beacons in the desolate expanse of the Putrid Corpse Land.

From the distance, more and more Putrid Corpses converged on their location.

Lin Moyu surmised that the aura of life radiating from them was like a magnet for these creatures. The corpses seemed to harbor an innate hostility toward intruders, reacting with a ferocity that left no doubt about their intent.

Dongfang Yao had shared what little she knew about the Putrid Corpse Land, but her knowledge was limited. Despite her efforts, Lin Moyu had no concrete strategy and could only adapt as the situation unfolded.

Boom!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck Lin Moyu squarely. His Bone Armor absorbed the impact, emitting a faint hum as it deflected the attack.

The lightning was no joke—its power far exceeded that of the rain.

Dongfang Yao gasped in alarm, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Lin Moyu replied with composure. Having recently endured the lightning elemental dungeon, he was no stranger to being struck by lightning.

At this time, the sound of shuffling feet transmitted through the rain cluster. A Putrid Corpse barreled toward them, undeterred by the heavy rain.

Boom!

Another bolt lit up the sky and struck the corpse, obliterating it into fragments.

Lin Moyu paused in astonishment. Why would the lightning target the Putrid Corpses? Could the strikes be purely random?

His thoughts were interrupted as his eyes caught something peculiar. Electric sparks danced across the shattered remains of the corpse. Like living tendrils, the sparks pulled the fragments back together, seamlessly reconnecting them.

The reassembled corpse appeared significantly stronger than before.

Intrigued, Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell.

[Low-level Putrid Corpse]

[Level: 10]

It was still classified as a low-level Putrid Corpse, but its level had risen to level 10. This was a significant leap in strength compared to the ones they had encountered so far. Until now, all the Putrid Corpses they had faced were level 5. This marked the first time they had encountered one at level 10.

No—before it was struck by lightning, this Putrid Corpse had also been level 5. The lightning had triggered its evolution.

A bold idea flickered through Lin Moyu’s mind: what if he allowed himself to be struck by the lightning without the protection of his Bone Armor? Could it induce some kind of transformation in him as well? ȓÅΝỗ₿Ě𝒮

Of course, it was a fleeting thought. In this strange and unpredictable world, experimenting without absolute certainty was far too dangerous. No matter how daring Lin Moyu might be, gambling with his life was out of the question.

Lin Moyu summoned a Skeletal Great Mage. With a resounding blast, the skeleton unleashed Elemental Explosion, instantly obliterating the newly evolved Putrid Corpse.

Though the creature would regenerate eventually, Lin Moyu was confident it would take a long time for it to recover.

Two days had passed since their arrival in the Putrid Corpse Land.

There was no day or night here, only the perpetual gloom. Thankfully, their communicators allowed them to keep track of time.

Through a full day of exploration, they had finally started piecing together an understanding of this bizarre place.

Rain dominated the landscape. In the span of two days, they had traveled roughly a thousand kilometers, enduring ten separate downpours along the way.

The intensity of the rain varied: heavier rains were more focused, while lighter rains stretched across vast areas.

Two of the downpours stood out for their violence, accompanied by frequent lightning strikes. Lin Moyu had been struck five times; Dongfang Yao, twice.

Besides targeting them, lightning also struck the Putrid Corpses. Without exception, every Putrid Corpse hit by lightning underwent a transformation, evolving into a stronger form.

Lin Moyu noticed something peculiar: the lightning never struck aimlessly—it always had a target.

As he continued forward, he began encountering level 6 and level 7 Putrid Corpses. This pattern finally revealed a path to follow.

Lin Moyu speculated that the closer they approached the center of this world, the higher the level of the Putrid Corpses. This phenomenon reminded him of other domains he had explored.

In the Immemorial Battlefield, high-level monsters were concentrated in the core area. Similarly, in the Abyssal World, the intensity of Abyssal Fire increased toward the center, drawing in stronger Demons.

It stood to reason that Putrid Corpse Land followed a similar rule.

Based on this theory, Lin Moyu used the levels of the Putrid Corpses as makeshift coordinates and pressed forward.

Dongfang Yao, though uneasy, agreed with his logic and followed closely behind without raising any objections.

At this point, she dared not question him. She understood all too well that without Lin Moyu, her fate would likely be sealed—either death or a transformation into one of the very creatures stalking this land.

Meanwhile, in the royal palace, chaos reigned.

Dongfang Yao had been missing for two days, throwing the royal family into disarray.

In the grand hall, Dongfang Yi sat on the throne, his expression dark and furious. His voice boomed through the room, “Have you discovered anything yet?”

On his left sat members of the royal family. On his right sat the Grand Councillors.

The chamber was silent.

Finally, one of the Grand Councillors stepped forward and uttered, “Your Majesty, we are still investigating. However, it appears that the teleportation formation was tampered with. We are examining it thoroughly.”

Dongfang Yi’s voice grew colder, “Two days, and you still have nothing? Is Grandmaster Zhang Heyu in charge of the investigation?”

The Grand Councillor nodded, “Yes, Your Majesty. Grandmaster Zhang Heyu is personally overseeing the investigation, but as of now, there have been no breakthroughs.”

At this time, an elderly man, leaning on a staff, entered the chamber. His attire, adorned with an intricate formation emblem embroidered on his collar and cuffs, marked him as a Formation Master.

The moment Dongfang Yi saw him, he rose to his feet, prompting everyone else in the room to stand as well.

Striding forward to greet him, Dongfang Yi spoke with urgency, “Grandmaster Zhang, how is it? Have you discovered anything?”

Zhang Heyu shook his head, his expression heavy, “I’m sorry. I’ve made no progress. Whoever tampered with the formation is exceptionally skilled. After the teleportation, they scrambled the circuits entirely. The formation is in complete disarray. I can’t untangle it.”

Dongfang Yi’s face darkened. He understood all too well that while setting up or sabotaging a teleportation formation was straightforward, deciphering its scrambled circuits—especially to trace the direction of the teleportation—was an entirely different challenge.

“Is there no other way?” He asked.

Zhang Heyu, renowned as the royal palace’s most formidable Formation Master and a level 89 class user—just a step shy of reaching God-level—was their best hope. If even he couldn’t solve this, Dongfang Yi was at a loss.

Zhang Heyu hesitated for a moment before speaking, “There might be someone who can help.”

Dongfang Yi’s eyes sharpened, “Who?”

With a solemn expression, Zhang Heyu replied, “Meng Anwen. The Serene God, humanity’s foremost Formation Master.”

The name carried weight. Meng Anwen, also known as the Serene God, was a legendary figure, the master of Shenxia Tower, and a peer to figures like Bai Yiyuan.

Though his reputation preceded him, little was known about Meng Anwen’s life. He was so low-profile that even Dongfang Yi hadn’t immediately considered him.

Meng Anwen wasn’t just humanity’s greatest Formation Master—he was also its most accomplished Alchemist. He was a dual-class user.

Dual-class users were exceedingly rare, far rarer than legendary class users. However, among them, only Meng Anwen had reached God-level.

After a moment of contemplation, Dongfang Yi made his decision, “I’ll go invite him personally.”

After a moment of contemplation, Dongfang Yi made his decision. “I’ll go invite him personally.”

To enlist Meng Anwen’s help, Dongfang Yi had to go himself. No one else was qualified for such a task.

Normally, finding Meng Anwen would be a challenge. But with the Shenxia Tower trial currently underway, his location was no secret. This gave Dongfang Yi a rare opportunity.

The situation was urgent, not just because it involved his daughter but also Lin Moyu.

From what Dongfang Yi knew, Lin Moyu shared a close relationship with Meng Anwen. This connection increased the likelihood that Meng Anwen would intervene.

Without hesitation, Dongfang Yi transformed into a streak of light, speeding toward Xiajing Academy.

In less than a minute, he arrived above the academy grounds, spotting the imposing Shenxia Tower in the distance. The trials were still in progress.

After Lin Moyu had used the 500 participants as a stepping stone to hone himself, Meng Anwen had arranged for them to undergo a standard trial. The rewards this year were even slightly better than previous years—perhaps as a subtle form of compensation for the participants.

Feeling anxious, Dongfang Yi couldn’t afford to bother other things now. Time was of the essence. He flew straight toward the tower without delay.

He called out in a resonant voice, “Serene God, I, Dongfang Yi, have come to pay a visit. Please come out and meet me!”

His voice echoed through the entirety of Xiajing Academy, causing an immediate commotion.

“Wow! It’s Emperor Dongfang Yi!”

“The Emperor himself came to meet Serene God?”

“Isn’t Emperor Dongfang Yi supposed to be the most handsome man in Shenxia? I can’t believe I’m seeing him in person!”

“I’ve heard Serene God is quite good-looking too... imagine if they’re standing side by side!”

The academy buzzed with excitement, as students eagerly craned their necks to catch a glimpse of these legendary figures.

Strangely, many female students seemed more captivated by the appearance of Dongfang Yi and Serene God than by their legendary strength.

When they caught sight of Dongfang Yi, gasps of admiration rippled through the crowd.

Dongfang Yi was indeed incredibly handsome, radiating a refined aura. It was no wonder he fathered a daughter as stunning as Dongfang Yao.

Dongfang Yi stood quietly, his expression calm as he awaited a response to his summons.

Ten seconds later, a figure emerged from the Shenxia Tower.

Meng Anwen floated in the air, his robe billowing gently in the wind. The presence he exuded was nothing short of majestic—a true display of a God-level expert.

The crowd erupted again.

“Wow, Serene God is so handsome!”

“Elegant and poised—look at that temperament, that figure! Truly unmatched!”

“Honestly, I think Serene God might even be more handsome than the Emperor!”

“I want to marry Serene God!”

Meng Anwen raised a single finger, and a shimmering barrier enveloped himself and Dongfang Yi. All sound from the outside world was instantly silenced.

“Emperor Dongfang.” Meng Anwen began, his tone calm yet commanding, “What brings you here?”