Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

[Beast God’s Projection (world rank boss)]

[Level: 52]

[Strength: 100,000]

[Agility: 80,000]

[Spirit: 40,000]

[Physique: 100,000]

[Skill: Army Sweep]

[Trait: Enhanced Vitality]

At level 52, with total attributes reaching 320,000, this boss was no pushover—its attributes even slightly exceeded those of the level 55 lord-rank Crimson Moon Demon.

The large-scale dungeon’s boss was identified as a world rank boss by the Detection spell. This was because its attributes were sufficiently high. However, it lacked the unique characteristics of a true world boss and was far easier to defeat.

The Beast God’s Projection couldn’t compare to the Beast God’s True Body—they weren’t even in the same league.

At Lin Moyu’s command, the undead army charged, following by the red light of the curse.

Before his second class awakening, Lin Moyu could have defeated this boss through sheer persistence—just as he had with the Earth Evil Centipede. But now? A boss of this level was nothing. Without any special abilities, it posed no threat at all.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors surrounded the boss, unleashed their skill, and swung their axes, with blood and flesh flying about. Nearly 5,000 of them attacked in relentless waves, casting their.

The Skeletal Great Mages’ Elemental Explosion erupted like fireworks, crackling and popping nonstop.

Within moments, the Beast God’s Projection resembled a pincushion, riddled with arrows from the Skeletal Marksmen, who fired at a relentless pace of three arrows per second.

The boss’s anguished cries filled the air. It tried to cast its skill several times, only to be interrupted each time by the flickering firelight in Lin Moyu’s hand.

Firmly controlling the battle’s rhythm, Lin Moyu left no room for retaliation. Under his relentless onslaught, the Beast God’s Projection crumbled in less than two minutes.

[Killed Beast God’s Projection, EXP +2,600,000]

[Obtained Plateau Greatsword]

[Obtained Plateau Gauntlets]

[Obtained Plateau Armor]

[Plateau Greatsword: platinum rank weapon, all attributes +2,000, increases the power of Warrior-type skills by 70%.]

[Plateau Gauntlets: platinum rank weapon, all attributes +2,000, increases the power of Brawler-type skills by 70%. Skill: Chain Strike.]

[Chain Strike: unleashes 30 punches in 3 seconds, each dealing damage equal to 100% of the user’s strength. Cooldown: 5 minutes.]

[Plateau Armor: platinum rank protective gear, all attributes +1,000, reduces physical damage taken by 10%.]

A flood of notifications appeared, confirming the dungeon clear time—9 minutes, 43 seconds.

In the Dungeon Hall, the bell rang loud and clear. Another under-10-minute record had been set. The screen above the Beast God Plateau dungeon glowed brightly, drawing countless gazes.

Everyone had expected Lin Moyu to set yet another despair-inducing record. But when the result appeared, gasps still filled the hall.

[Lin Moyu: 9 minutes, 43 seconds.]

Someone jealous of Lin Moyu finally couldn’t hold back and burst out, his voice gloomy: ”How is this possible? How can anyone achieve such a result in a large-scale dungeon? He must have cheated!”

His accusation was instantly drowned out by Lin Moyu’s supporters.

”What’s not possible? Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean Godly General Lin can’t.”

”Of all the records he’s set, which one can ordinary people even come close to?”

”The Beast God Plateau dungeon has four plateaus. With a flight-type skill, you can skip the first three and head straight to the final one—that alone would save a ton of time.”

”Exactly! That’s probably how Godly General Lin did it.”

The accuser didn’t even get a chance to argue, quickly fleeing the Dungeon Hall under a wave of scorn.

Inside the dungeon, Ning Yiyi was ecstatic, bouncing around as she hugged Lin Moyu, “Less than 10 minutes! Moyu, you’re amazing! How are you that fast? This is a large-scale dungeon! Other parties take more than ten hours—even top institute parties need over an hour!”

Lin Moyu smiled, “But this way, we’re missing out on EXP.”

This run had barely increased his EXP by 1%—a pitiful gain. Extreme speedrun came at a cost. It was fun for a change of pace, but this wasn’t a dungeon that dropped top-tier equipment—it was primarily used for level grinding.

Ning Yiyi grinned, “I know! But having fun once in a while is good.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Next time, I’ll try a different strategy—see if I can balance EXP and speed.”

”Okay, okay! Let’s try it!” Ning Yiyi cheered.

As they stepped out of the dungeon, they were met with a massive crowd.

Lin Moyu barely reacted—he was used to this. Every time he set a record, something like this happened. But for Ning Yiyi, it was a first. She was startled.

Without hesitation, they reset the dungeon cooldown and reentered.

Ning Yiyi clutched her chest, heart pounding, “Why were there so many people?!”

Lin Moyu replied calmly, “Because I set a new record.”

Ning Yiyi blinked. “Has this happened before?”

”Many times. You’ll get used to it.”

Lin Moyu understood that as long as he kept breaking records, this kind of reaction was inevitable. He knew he was already quite famous—an iconic figure. The commotion he caused upon entering the Dungeon Hall was proof enough.

At this rate, within a few years, he might even find his name printed in school textbooks.

”Alright, I’m starting.” Lin Moyu said, summoning his undead army.

Meanwhile, above Xiajing Academy, the sky teemed with powerful figures.

A veritable legion of level 70-plus class users hovered in the air, gazing toward a particular room with solemn reverence—as if on a pilgrimage.

Inside the room, Mo Xinghe was undergoing a transformation, stepping beyond the limits of a peak-level class user and ascending to a God-level powerhouse.

This was the most difficult and defining moment for any human class user. Once past this threshold, one would transcend into a different realm of existence and become a truly great figure.

Suddenly, from the horizon, a Unicorn streaked through the sky like a bolt of lightning, carrying an overwhelming aura.

In an instant, it covered thousands of meters, moving even faster than Lin Moyu’s Lightning Wings.

Ignoring the warning, it descended directly before Ning Tairan.

Yet, no one was surprised. Everyone recognized the newcomer.

He was Mo Xinghai, the patriarch of the Mo Family and a real God-level powerhouse. He was also Mo Xinghe’s older brother.

After today, the Mo Family would have not one, but two God-level powerhouses.

”Xinghe is about to step into the God-level?” Mo Xinghai asked, his voice laced with surprise as he sensed Mo Xinghe’s rising aura.

Ning Tairan nodded, “Yes. He’s undergoing the transformation now. It’ll take some time.”

Mo Xinghai frowned slightly, lowering his voice, “Why so suddenly? He should’ve had at least another six months before reaching this stage.”

Ning Tairan explained the situation, and realization dawned on Mo Xinghai.

”So, we owe our thanks to Godly General Lin once again.” Mo Xinghai said in a deep voice.

Ning Tairan’s eyes widened, “Thank him? If anyone deserves thanks, it should be me. The Beast God’s Leg Bone is…” He trailed off, unable to finish.

He couldn’t exactly admit he had traded the Beast God’s Leg Bone for his granddaughter.

Mo Xinghai raised a brow, “Is what?”

Ning Tairan shook his head, “Nothing. Anyway, congratulations to your Mo Family. You gained another God-level powerhouse.”

Mo Xinghai replied spiritedly, “And I should congratulate you too.”

Ning Tairan frowned, “For what?”

Mo Xinghai chuckled, “For Princess Yiyi and Godly General Lin. They’re a perfect match.”

Ning Tairan’s face darkened, “Who told you that?”

”Old Bai.” Mo Xinghai responded.

When Lin Moyu had ventured to the Immemorial Battlefield, Bai Yiyuan and Mo Xinghai had spent days together in the Hall of Heroes.

As their conversations grew lively, secrets—both those that should and shouldn’t be shared—spilled out.

After learning of Lin Moyu’s countless exploits, Mo Xinghai couldn’t help but think Ning Tairan was incredibly lucky to have such an outstanding grandson-in-law.

Then, another thought struck him—his own daughter, Mo Yun, was no less talented than Ning Yiyi. So why hadn’t she met someone like Lin Moyu?

Ning Tairan’s chest rose and fell with suppressed anger, ”Bai Yiyuan… I won’t forget this!”

Meanwhile, the God-level aura intensified as Mo Xinghe’s transformation reached its most critical moment.

Mo Xinghai grew tense. Everything hinged on this final step.

Inside the dungeon, Lin Moyu was once again rounding up monsters.

This time, he wasn’t rushing for an extreme speedrun, but it was still far quicker than his first attempt.

By his estimation, he could clear the dungeon in under 90 minutes while monopolizing all the EXP.

If he kept grinding non-stop, he’d level up within two days—an efficient pace.

Meanwhile, the Chuangshen Institute’s party had finally cleared all the monsters on the fourth plateau. They gathered outside the altar, weapons clenched tightly, ready to take on their final challenge—the Beast God’s True Body.

”Stay calm.” The party leader commanded, ”Based on past raids, as long as we keep steady, first place is definitely ours.”

But the next moment, his eyes opened wide.