Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

When it came to understanding Abyssal Demons, no one surpassed the military.

After years of relentless battles against these beings, the military had amassed extensive knowledge, not just about the Demons themselves but also the peculiar items they left behind. Among these were stone-like creations, including the Sealbreaker Fire Stone.

Forged with Abyssal Fire, the Sealbreaker Fire Stone possessed the power to break seals, barriers, and formations.

The mere presence of such an item changed the nature of this incident.

The enmity between the human race and the Abyssal Demons was absolute. Any association with the Abyss was tantamount to treason—a crime punishable by death.

The use of a Sealbreaker Fire Stone left a trace of abyssal aura that lingered for ages. Similarly, meddling with formations left evidence visible to a Formation Master of Meng Anwen’s caliber.

Guided by Meng Anwen, Dongfang Yi arrived at Dongfang Tuo’s quarters, only to find them abandoned. Dongfang Shun was also missing.

All that remained was a Substitution Puppet, its aura meticulously crafted to mimic Dongfang Tuo’s. This puppet had been used to mask his escape and conceal the lingering abyssal aura.

“He’s gone!” Dongfang Yi’s face darkened.

The implications were staggering. A member of the royal family collaborating with the Abyss was an unprecedented disgrace for the Dongfang Family—a scandal of monumental proportions.

Meng Anwen’s sneer was sharp as a blade, “I’ll issue a military-wide wanted notice. As for the empire’s response, that’s for you to handle. But mark my words—if anything happens to Moyu, you will face the consequences.”

With that, Meng Anwen departed, his murderous aura hanging heavily in the air.

Although he wasn’t officially Lin Moyu’s teacher, but Meng Anwen treated his as his disciple. And in his heart, Lin Moyu had long considered Meng Anwen his mentor.

Dongfang Yi’s face was ashen. He could do nothing but pray for Lin Moyu’s safe return.

Orders were swiftly issued from the royal palace, spreading across the nation. Dongfang Tuo was declared a wanted criminal, charged with the unforgivable crime of betraying humanity.

Shortly after Meng Anwen returned to the Shenxia Tower, an overwhelming murderous aura erupted from within.

The skies over Xiajing City turned pitch black, as if day and night had suddenly reversed. A thick, storm-like murderous aura engulfed the royal palace, exerting immense pressure that alarmed every member of the royal family.

It felt as though a sword hung over their heads, ready to strike at any moment. Buildings within the palace groaned under the pressure, and some collapsed entirely.

Dongfang Li jolted awake in his secret realm, rushing out in shock. As a level 92 God-level powerhouse, he could immediately sense the magnitude of the threat. With a single glance, he could discern that the other party was far stronger than him.

Moments later, Dongfang Zhan, another level 92 God-level powerhouse, emerged from the royal palace to join him.

“This murderous aura...” Dongfang Li’s voice was low and grim, “It’s overwhelming. At least level 95.”

Dongfang Zhan’s expression hardened, “This murderous... it belongs to the Mad God. When did we offend him?”

Dongfang Yi arrived soon after, his demeanor equally grave, “This is a warning from the Mad God.”

At this moment, all three God-level powerhouses of the royal family were gathered here.

Dongfang Yi sighed deeply and recounted Dongfang Tuo’s actions.

As the details unfolded, Dongfang Li and Dongfang Zhan’s faces darkened with fury.

Dongfang Zhan declared, his tone icy, “Find Dongfang Tuo—dead or alive.”

Dongfang Li added, “And investigate the family thoroughly. Root out any other traitors who may be lurking among us.”

The God-level powerhouses’ commands set the Dongfang Family into a flurry of activity.

Yet, Dongfang Yi understood that no matter their efforts, everything hinged on Lin Moyu’s safe return. Otherwise, it wasn’t just Meng Anwen’s wrath they had to fear—Yan Kuangsheng alone would bring unimaginable trouble. The stakes had never been higher. ȐÂΝ𝖔ꞖË𐌔

Meanwhile, deep within the Putrid Corpse Land, Lin Moyu had already found the correct path forward.

The Putrid Corpses they encountered grew progressively stronger, their movements faster and more coordinated. They had faced level 10 Putrid Corpses, and even witnessed one struck by lightning in a rain cluster, evolving into a level 15 Putrid Corpse before their eyes.

Lin Moyu wasted no time. Amid the rain cluster, he defeated the newly evolved level 15 Putrid Corpse.

Dongfang Yao followed closely, unwilling to stray even a single step from his side.

By now, three days had passed. Dongfang Yao had completely calmed. Lin Moyu’s unflinching determination had rubbed off on her, and she adopted a similar “come what may” attitude.

During their journey, Lin Moyu learned about Dongfang Yao’s class: Sacred Shield Warrior. This was a superior class exclusive to the Dongfang Family, passed down through their bloodline.

Many noble families possessed similar hereditary classes. For instance: the Ni Family was known for the Legion Overlord bloodline, while the Mo Family carried a Summoner bloodline and the Ning Family carried an Assassin bloodline.

Some bloodlines were particularly extraordinary, such as the Feng Family’s Divine Swordsman lineage and the Dongfang Family’s Sacred Shield Warrior lineage.

These bloodlines granted a unique class promotion ability.

At first glance, the Sacred Shield Warrior seemed like nothing more than a superior class. But upon reaching the second class awakening, it had an almost 100% chance of directly promoting to a legendary class.

This wasn’t standard class sublimation but a unique ability stemming from the bloodline—a manifestation of the bloodline’s latent power being activated. If class sublimation occurred alongside this promotion, then the class would leap directly to a mid-tier legendary class.

As Dongfang Yao talked about her lineage, a glimmer of pride lit her face, “Aside from the Dongfang Family, no other Sacred Shield Warriors exist. Our class is a perfect blend of Knight and Warrior skills, combining a Knight’s impenetrable defense with a Warrior’s devastating attack power…”

Her words carried the implication that Sacred Shield Warrior was an exceptionally powerful class.

However, midway through her speech, Dongfang Yao suddenly fell silent. A realization struck her: standing before her was someone with an incomparably strong class. She relied entirely on his protection just to survive in the Putrid Corpse Land.

In this context, her Sacred Shield Warrior class seemed... insignificant.

Lin Moyu didn’t comment. He didn’t underestimate any class.

Having mastered the majority of classes, he firmly believed there were no useless classes—only class users who failed to unlock their potential. Even livelihood-type classes had their own advantages.

“As long as the level is high enough, every class can shine.” He thought to himself.

They continued their trek until another rain cluster loomed ahead.

A sour, rancid stench filled the air as lightning bolts illuminated the desolate ground, striking Putrid Corpses with unnerving accuracy. Those fortunate enough to be hit by the lightning were all upgraded.

Lin Moyu suddenly spoke, “I want to try getting struck by the lightning.”

Boom!

A thunderclap drowned out his words.

“What did you say?” Dongfang Yao let out a gasp.

Lin Moyu replied softly, “Nothing. Wait here quietly and don’t move.”

With that, he summoned two Skeletal Great Mages to stand guard around her. Then, without hesitation, stepped alone into the rain.

Dongfang Yao watched, wondering what he was up to.

Boom!

Another lightning bolt descended, this time directly targeting Lin Moyu.

Throughout their journey, both of them had been subjected to numerous lightning strikes, but the Bone Armor always absorbed the brunt of it, leaving them unharmed.

But this time, as the lightning surged down toward him, Lin Moyu did something unthinkable—he dismissed his Bone Armor and allowed the bolt to hit him directly.

The lightning bolt was accompanied by the corrosive rain.

Dongfang Yao let out a horrified scream, her mind reeling in disbelief.

“Did he just… get struck by lightning?!”

In the next moment, Lin Moyu radiated a brilliant white light as his Bone Armor reappeared.

Dongfang Yao exhaled in relief.

Lightning continued to course through Lin Moyu, leaving a slight numbness and a faint heat spreading within him.

Thanks to Damage Transference, all the harm was absorbed by his skeletons, leaving him completely unscathed. However, that faint heat current lingered in his body, intriguing him.

[Obtained Genesis Lightning, EXP +100,000]

A notification flashed before him, and Lin Moyu’s eyes flickered with surprise, quickly followed by realization.

The pieces clicked into place: the Putrid Corpses struck by lightning evolved because they gained EXP, allowing their levels to rise. Similarly, when he was struck by lightning, he, too, received EXP.

However, 100,000 EXP was insignificant to him—barely a drop in the bucket.

From his observations over the past few days, he noticed an interesting phenomenon: lightning during in a rain cluster never struck the same target twice.

Lin Moyu shared his discovery with Dongfang Yao, who stared at him in amazement. She had never heard of anything like that before.

Still, Dongfang Yao knew she couldn’t replicate his actions. Without Damage Transference, exposure to the corrosive rain alone would be fatal to her.

The two continued their journey, and in the days that followed, Lin Moyu made it a point to get struck by lightning in every rain cluster they encountered.

It wasn’t for the EXP—such a trivial amount meant little to him.

Every time lightning struck him, he felt a trace of heat, the mysterious Genesis Lightning, remain in his body. His instincts told him it was nothing ordinary. If he accumulated enough of it, he suspected it might lead to something extraordinary.

It seemed that, in this respect, falling into the Putrid Corpse Land wasn’t all bad