Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The teleportation lasted a full five minutes, covering an immense distance.

At last, Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao returned to the Human World.

Before their vision fully adjusted, a wave of familiarity washed over them. When their sight returned, the figures of Dongfang Yi, Dongfang Li, and a third man—Dongfang Zhan, whom Lin Moyu didn’t recognize—came into view.

“Father!”

With a cry of relief, Dongfang Yao rushed into Dongfang Yi’s arms, tears streaming down her face, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Dongfang Yi gently patted her back, his voice soft and reassuring. “It’s alright now. You’re home.”

As a father, his heart brimmed with joy. The past month had been a nightmare, his days heavy with worry and his spirit crushed by despair. The looming threat to the Dongfang Family, coupled with the possibility of losing his daughter forever, had nearly broken him.

Though he was a God-level powerhouse and the Emperor, at this moment, he was simply a father who had regained his child.

Lin Moyu’s eyes turned icy as he broke the tender moment, “Your Dongfang Family owes me an explanation.”

Though they had made it back, the ordeal was far from resolved. Lin Moyu had barely survived, and if not for sheer luck…

This wasn’t something he could simply let go.

Lin Moyu wasn’t the forgiving type. Even though he owed the Dongfang Family a favor, it paled in comparison to the value of his life. Besides, by ensuring Dongfang Yao’s safe return, he considered the favor repaid in full.

Hearing Lin Moyu’s cold words, Dongfang Yi nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of their responsibility.

Dongfang Yi immediately responded, his tone sincere, “This incident was indeed the fault of our Dongfang Family. Please rest assured, Godly General Lin, we will provide a proper explanation and appropriate compensation.”

Lin Moyu didn’t press further. Dongfang Yi’s assurance was enough; a man of his stature would naturally honor his word.

Now that the family’s crisis had been resolved and Dongfang Yao returned safely, both Dongfang Li and Dongfang Zhan visibly relaxed.

Dongfang Li managed a chuckle, “Godly General Lin, your sister has been waiting outside the royal palace for over a month. Don’t you think it’s time you went to see her?”

“My sister is here? Where?” Lin Moyu asked urgently.

After emerging on the surface via the teleportation formation, Dongfang Yi explained, “The formation leading outside the royal palace was destroyed—by your sister, no less. Shall I fly you there?”

“No need. I’ll go myself.” Lin Moyu replied.

With that, the Lightning Wings unfurled on his back with a sharp whoosh, and he ascended into the air. His sharp senses locked onto Lin Mohan’s aura almost immediately.

With a slight tremor of his wings, Lin Moyu shot away like a streak of lightning.

Once he was gone, Dongfang Yi let out a deep sigh, “Amidst the calamity, we’ve been blessed with unexpected fortune. Yao has returned safely, and our family’s crisis has been resolved.” ŔÄ𐌽𝘰𝐛ĘⱾ

Dongfang Li spoke softly´, “Since the founding of the Shenxia Empire, the Dongfang Family has endured for over a thousand years. This is the first time we’ve faced such a catastrophe. Truly, we’ve failed our ancestors.”

Dongfang Zhan shook his head, his voice heavy with regret, “This was the result of our own shortcomings. We must do better.”

Dongfang Yao watched the exchange with a perplexed expression, as if observing actors in a drama.

Dongfang Yi gently pulled her close, “Yao, tell us everything that happened in the Putrid Corpse Land over the past month.”

Dongfang Li was also curious, “While Godly General Lin is incredibly powerful, he is unmatched only among his peers. The Putrid Corpse Land is filled with formidable beings, especially in its central area. How did you manage to return?”

Dongfang Yao nodded at the question and began recounting her harrowing experiences in the Putrid Corpse Land.

Meanwhile, outside the royal palace, Lin Moyu appeared beside Lin Mohan in a flash of lightning.

The moment Lin Mohan saw him, her beautiful face broke into a radiant smile, and she threw her arms around him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke, “Moyu, I knew you’d be fine.”

Lin Moyu returned her smile, “Of course I’d be fine. But, Sister, how did you know I was trapped in the Putrid Corpse Land?”

She shook her head, “I didn’t know anything about the Putrid Corpse Land. My teacher divined that you were in danger and instructed me to guard the royal palace. That’s all I knew.”

Lin Mohan went on to explain the situation. Her teacher had foreseen a shadow of peril looming over Lin Moyu and sent her to guard outside the royal palace, though the specifics of her role were left to her discretion.

Her decision, as it turned out, had been so decisive and forceful.

Lin Mohan continued, “Over the past month, several members of the Dongfang Family tried to flee. I drove every one of them back.”

Lin Moyu chuckled, “If something had really happened to me, would you have gone so far as to slaughter the Dongfang Family?”

Lin Mohan snorted, her voice firm, “Of course. And it wouldn’t have just been me—your teachers would have acted as well.”

For the past month, the Dongfang Family had lived under the constant threat of a metaphorical blade hanging over their heads. The Mad God’s murderous aura never subsided and only grew more intense with time. For the royal family, it felt as though the blade was inching closer and closer to their necks.

Lin Moyu came to realize that during his time trapped in the Putrid Corpse Land, his loved ones had gone to great lengths on his behalf. They had been prepared to go to war against the Dongfang Family. Regardless of the outcome, such a war would have been catastrophic.

The Dongfang Family, as the royal family, commanded many subordinates. If they mobilized their allies, it was unclear how many God-level experts they could call upon. Likewise, Meng Anwen and the others had their own networks as well as the military. A conflict would have torn the empire apart.

Lin Moyu realized that his life had become inextricably tied to the fate of the entire empire.

Lin Mohan smiled softly. “Moyu, now that I know you’re safe, I can finally breathe easy. Now, hurry and go back to your teachers—they must be frantic by now.”

Lin Moyu asked softly, “And what about you, Sister?”

Lin Mohan giggled, “I’ll go back to grinding levels. I haven’t leveled up in a whole month! My teacher’s plans have been interrupted—he’s going to be so upset.”

Her laughter was playful, and Lin Moyu could tell she was in high spirits, relieved by his safe return. When she spoke of her teacher, it was clear that she had a good relationship with him.

Lin Moyu nodded, “Then when will you be free again?”

Lin Mohan thought for a moment, “Although my teacher hasn’t said anything explicitly, I’m guessing it will be after I reach God-level.”

The high expectations set by Lin Mohan’s teacher were surprising, but with her current leveling speed, reaching God-level didn’t seem far off.

In less than two years, she had gone from her initial class awakening to level 70 and completion of her third class awakening. Such progress was unprecedented, and even Lin Moyu wasn’t sure if he could match her pace.

Meanwhile, in the royal palace, Dongfang Yao recounted in vivid detail her experiences in the Putrid Corpse Land over the past month.

She described how panicked she had been at first, while Lin Moyu had remained incredibly calm, even conducting experiments on the Putrid Corpses. The contrast between their reactions left Dongfang Yao feeling a bit embarrassed.

She then explained how Lin Moyu absorbed lightning and discovered a magical secret realm. Though she didn’t fully understand the nature of the secret realm, its existence within the desolate Putrid Corpse Land was astonishing—a place full of life amidst the decay.

Finally, Dongfang Yao described the final battle. While she had focused all her energy on opening the barrier, she hadn’t been able to observe the battle itself. However, the aftermath spoke volumes. The sheer devastation of the undead army indicated that the fight had been unimaginably intense.

Dongfang Li’s eyes were filled with deep contemplation, “This Lin Moyu is incredibly composed, far beyond ordinary people. His mental fortitude is extraordinary, especially considering what he faced in the central area. I can only imagine the level of opponents he encountered there. Even for us, escaping unscathed might not have been possible.”

Dongfang Yi asked Dongfang Yao, “Yao, can you describe the scepter you mentioned—the one you couldn’t touch? Better yet, can you draw it?”

Dongfang Yao nodded and quickly retrieved paper and pen. Her drawing skills, clearly well-practiced, brought the image to life with remarkable detail.

Under her skilled hand, the Genesis Scepter emerged on the page, its intricate design depicted so vividly it seemed almost real.

When the three God-level powerhouses looked at the drawing, they collectively gasped.

Dongfang Yi’s shock was unmistakable, “It’s the Genesis Scepter. Unbelievable. The Genesis Scepter—the catalyst of that ancient great war—has resurfaced.”

The Dongfang Family, tasked with guarding the Putrid Corpse Land, held knowledge of secrets tied to that great war. They were also aware of the Genesis Scepter, an artifact connected to the God of Life’s legacy.

Dongfang Li studied the drawing closely, before suddenly asking in a low voice, “Yao, is this everything? Was there nothing on top of the Genesis Scepter? Did you leave anything out?”

Dongfang Yao shook her head, “No, I drew everything. There was nothing else.”

Dongfang Li’s tone grew solemn, “It seems the Genesis Scepter is incomplete. The Life Core is missing. Without it, the Genesis Scepter is useless. Only when the two are combined can its full power be realized.”

Dongfang Yao hesitated before asking, “What is the Genesis Scepter used for?”

Dongfang Yi chuckled softly, “It offers the chance to ascend to Transcendent God-level.”

“Ah!” Dongfang Yao gasped, covering her mouth in shock.