Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The God of Life smiled once more.

Lin Moyu had to admit, her smile was mesmerizing—ethereal, otherworldly, and far beyond anything he had ever seen in mortal women.

She began walking again, heading toward a garden. This time, Lin Moyu followed without hesitation. He felt no malice in her presence.

With a graceful wave of her hand, petals lifted into the air, swirling gently before descending in an elegant cascade and forming a stairway of blossoms.

”Human God-level powerhouses are much like these steps.” She began, ”With every step, they grow stronger. There’s a saying: ascending to the heavens with a single step. A single step at their level marks a world of difference.”

She paused briefly before continuing, ”We Gods, however, are divided into three ranks: low, mid, and high. I am a high-rank God, equivalent to a level 97 God-level powerhouse.”

Lin Moyu’s thoughts raced. Meng Anwen and the other two were already level 95 God-level powerhouses, the pinnacle of humanity. Yet even if all three combined their strength, they would still pale in comparison to the God of Life.

The chasm between levels at the God-level was staggering, each step an unfathomable leap in power.

It was hard to imagine how terrible that great war must have been for even a mighty being like the God of Life to fall.

The God of Life raised her hand once more, and a flurry of petals danced around them. This time, they transformed into vivid images.

Some petals shaped themselves into Demons, others into Dragonkind, and still others into humans. Amid these familiar forms, several Gods appeared.

One of the Gods bore an unmistakable resemblance to the God of Life herself.

She used the petals to reenact scenes from the war. The battle was ferocious beyond imagination—so intense it obliterated an entire world.

The war had been a chaotic tempest of destruction, involving the three races and the Gods alike.

Finally, the God of Life spoke again, her tone somber, ”The true cause of that war was this.”

She lifted the Genesis Scepter in her hand.

Lin Moyu’s eyes widened in shock. The great war had been fought over the Genesis Scepter.

What kind of power could this unassuming-looking scepter possess to ignite such a catastrophic conflict?

The God of Life began to explain, ”At the start of the great war, I was not yet the God of Life. Later, I obtained the Genesis Scepter and ascended to this station.”

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes settled on Lin Moyu. In that moment, realization struck him—the Genesis Scepter was the key to becoming the God of Life.

Such a treasure was far more valuable than any legendary rank weapon—truly priceless. It was no surprise it ignited a war

”A God can become the God of Life by acquiring the scepter.” Lin Moyu said slowly, his mind racing, ”But what value would it hold for us humans?”

The God of Life smiled faintly, ”It holds even greater value for humans. If one of your kind can comprehend the power within the scepter, they would have a chance to become a Transcendent God-level powerhouse.”

Lin Moyu listened intently as she explained the origin and outcomes of the great war, her tone measured and elegant. By the time she finished, the entire story became clear to him.

The great war had begun over the unassuming Genesis Scepter.

The former God of Life had fallen unexpectedly, leaving the Genesis Scepter behind. To the Gods, this artifact represented inheriting the legacy of the God of Life. Whoever claimed it would become the next God of Life.

Even among the Gods, hierarchy mattered. The God of Life stood as a high-rank God, equivalent to a level 97 God-level powerhouse.

For humans, obtaining the Genesis Scepter could bring unimaginable rewards. With the legacy of the God of Life, they could potentially ascend to Transcendent God-level or, at the very least, reach the half-step Transcendent God-level. ꭆάΝọʙË𝒮

For Demons, the prize was equally alluring. With the scepter, a Demon could ascend to the rank of Demon Emperor.

For Dragonkind, the scepter offered the chance to elevate their bloodline, to undergo atavism and ascend to Dragon Emperor.

Before the great war, the world now known as the Putrid Corpse Land had been a flourishing world called the Genesis Realm. It was a realm of creation, teeming with life and vitality, ruled by the God of Life.

During the great war, the God of Life before Lin Moyu acquired the Genesis Scepter. However, another God unleashed a forbidden skill, sacrificing his own life to destroy the Genesis Realm. The once vibrant world was reduced to what was now the Putrid Corpse Land.

The God of Life had only just completed her divine succession. She had not yet fully embraced her powers when her life was abruptly ended. Yet, in her final moments, she wielded the Genesis Scepter to leave a sliver of hope for the world.

As she perished, the Genesis Scepter split into two.

One part became the Genesis Lightning. The other part, the Life Core, vanished without a trace.

Before her death, the God of Life imbued her last will into a Genesis Secret Realm. The key to unlocking this secret realm was the Genesis Scepter.

Now, the God of Life before Lin Moyu was no more than that will—without even a soul.

After hearing the story, Lin Moyu couldn’t help but sigh deeply, “So that’s how it all happened...”

His curiosity compelled him to ask, “Even you don’t know where the Life Core is?”

The God of Life gently dispersed the petals in the air, “No, I don’t. If it is your destiny to find it, perhaps you will.”

Her voice softened, carrying a note of gratitude, “Thank you for bringing the Genesis Scepter here. It has allowed me to see the flowers bloom again and savor their fragrance one last time. Now that I’ve said all I needed to, my time has come to an end. Let me give you a final gift.”

A brilliant light radiated from the God of Life, and the Genesis Scepter returned to Lin Moyu’s hand.

At the same time, a glowing Life Core materialized on the Genesis Scepter.

“Young human friend.” She said softly, “This is a fake Life Core, created with the last of my strength. It grants you three uses of God-level power, but only equivalent to level 90. Use it wisely.”

Lin Moyu asked, ”I remember hearing that Gods are difficult to kill. Is there any chance for you to be resurrected?”

“When you become a Transcendent God-level powerhouse, you will understand if there is a chance.”

The God of Life’s voice grew faint, like a whisper carried by the wind, before disappearing completely

[Genesis Scepter (fake core)]

[Uses remaining: 3/3]

When the God of Life had spoken, Lin Moyu could deeply feel her sorrow.

It wasn’t sadness for her own death but for the countless lives lost and the ruin of the once-vibrant Genesis Realm. Her grief was genuine, coming from her heart, and Lin Moyu was certain he wasn’t mistaken.

She was a kind and compassionate God.

The thought lingered in his mind. If there was ever a chance, he would consider finding a way to resurrect her.

Lin Moyu recalled the Genesis Scepter. Now that he was its owner, he just needed to find the missing Life Core to fully restore it.

When he looked around, the realized the surroundings had changed. The majestic statue of the God of Life disappeared, the vibrant flowers wilted, and the grand manor dissolved into the wind like smoke.

Outside the manor, Dongfang Yao watched in surprise as the barrier that had kept her at bay vanished along with the entire estate.

When she saw Lin Moyu standing alone, lost in thought, she hurried over to him, “What’s going on?”

Lin Moyu shook his head slowly, “Nothing, really. I just… learned a few things.”

Dongfang Yao was perceptive enough not to press further. If Lin Moyu had wanted to explain, he would have done so already. There was no point in prying when he clearly preferred not to.

Suddenly, an exit appeared before them. Standing by it, they could feel the distinct aura of the Putrid Corpse Land.

Lin Moyu sighed softly, thinking, “What a pity—a beautiful world, reduced to this…”

He couldn’t help but wonder what had been going through the mind of the God who used the forbidden skill to destroy the Genesis Realm. However, he wasn’t a God and couldn’t understand their reasoning.

“Let’s go.” He said finally.

After retrieving his undead legion, Lin Moyu stepped forward and left the secret realm together with Dongfang Yao.

A thunderous roar erupted, and an overwhelming pressure surged from all directions, as though intent on crushing them into dust.

A massive tail lashed out, slamming into Lin Moyu with terrifying force.

The Bone Armor surrounding him flared brightly, absorbing the impact but shattering under the sheer power of the blow.

Before he could recover, a colossal palm descended, crashing onto him with a thunderous noise.

Lin Moyu didn’t flinch. The damage was seamlessly transferred to his undead army, sparing him any harm.

Nearby, a boulder hurtled through the air, smashing into Dongfang Yao. Her Bone Armor shattered under the impact, leaving her vulnerable.

A massive claw followed, slashing downward toward her.

Lin Moyu snapped out of his disoriented state that followed the teleportation just in time. He promptly reactivated Bone Armor around Dongfang Yao, shielding her from what would have been a fatal blow.

Another strike or two would have been manageable for him, but Dongfang Yao wasn’t able to withstand such punishment. If she were hit again, she would surely die.

The Bone Armor activated just in time, saving Dongfang Yao. Lin Moyu quickly reapplied it to ensure her protection.

At the same moment, he summoned his undead legion. A dense horde of skeletons surged forward, forming a protective barrier around them both.

Only then did Lin Moyu finally take a moment to assess their surroundings.

They were in a valley, surrounded by six towering peaks that pierced the sky like swords.

The sight jolted Lin Moyu, and he muttered, ”The central area...”

In the God of Life’s vivid presentation, this valley had been the epicenter of the great war.

The defining feature of the central area was unmistakable—the six peaks. These peaks were seamlessly integrated with the very fabric of the world, their durability unmatched. Not even the cataclysmic event of the great war had been able to destroy them.

“Ah... how did we end up here?” Dongfang Yao finally regained her senses, her voice tinged with confusion.

Lin Moyu didn’t respond. His sharp gaze darted across the surroundings, searching. Soon, his eyes locked onto something—a barrier hidden in an unassuming corner of the valley.

“Is that it?” He asked urgently.

Just then, a colossal, decayed tail swept through the air with devastating force, smashing into the undead army.

Thousands of skeletons were flung into the air like scattered leaves, before falling like rain drops. The damage was immense.

The 22 Lich Generals worked frantically, casting their healing spell to heal the undead army.

Dongfang Yao stood frozen, struggling to process the situation.

Lin Moyu grabbed her arm, pulling her close as he pointed toward the barrier, his voice sharp and urgent, “Is that the exit?”