Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

A sword appeared in Lin Moyu’s hand, piercing through a chink in Zhou Lesheng’s armor and straight into his body.

Zhou Lesheng let out a bloodcurdling scream, still trapped in the illusions triggered by the murderous aura.

More weapons appeared in Lin Moyu’s grasp. In an instant, Zhou Lesheng became a human pincushion, his body riddled with weapons. His agonized cries echoed as his life force waned.

Just as he was about to break free from the illusions, Lin Moyu summoned an axe. A sharp gleam flashed—Zhou Lesheng’s right arm was severed. Another streak of light followed, taking his right leg.

With a heavy thud, he collapsed, finally regaining his senses—only to find himself maimed, blood pooling around him. His screams of agony filled the air.

Lin Moyu’s voice was calm but chilling, ”I wonder if you can still resurrect after dying here.”

Zhou Lesheng’s face twisted in terror, ”Don’t kill me! Please! I don’t want to die!”

Lin Moyu shook his head, ”I see no reason to let you live.”

Zhou Lesheng pleaded, ”I can give you information on the Demon Worship Society—everything I know!”

Lin Moyu remained unmoved, ”I’ve already said it—you’re nothing but a lackey. And what could a lackey possibly know?”

As Lin Moyu spoke, he swung his axe—Zhou Lesheng’s life ended in pain and terror.

Lin Moyu retrieved the weapons. As Platinum rank weapons, they were worth some money.

The onlookers finally exhaled in relief.

They had taken potions, and so their wounds were healing rapidly.

The resilience of class users was remarkable—so long as they weren’t dead, even severe injuries mended quickly.

Lin Moyu cast them a glance before turning back to Lin Mohan and the others, ”It’s done. I’m going to change my clothes.”

His body was drenched in blood, his clothes torn.

Lin Mohan grinned, ”Go ahead, go ahead. Don’t worry, we won’t peek.”

Without another word, Lin Moyu stepped into the orchard and vanished from sight.

Ning Yiyi, still shaken, turned to Lin Mohan, ”Sister Mohan, how were you so sure Moyu could defeat him?”

Lin Mohan’s smile was unwavering, ”If he says he can, then he definitely can. Believe in him.”

Ning Yiyi nodded.

Mo Yun, however, raised an eyebrow, ”And if he hadn’t stepped in? What then?”

Lin Mohan smiled coldly, ”Then I would have. Just a pathetic clown—not even worth my effort.”

Mo Yun believed her. Lin Mohan carried an undeniable air of mystery. Not only did she have a powerful, enigmatic teacher, but she herself was quite powerful and enigmatic.

That was why, from the very start, Lin Mohan had never been flustered. When she looked at Zhou Lesheng, it wasn’t as an opponent—just a fool dancing for his final act.

Before long, Lin Moyu returned, his clothes changed and every trace of blood wiped clean. The Purification Potion had done its job—there was no lingering metallic scent of blood.

Just then, a group of people approached.

”Thank you, Godly General Lin, for saving us!”

”If not for you, we’d all be dead!”

”You’re incredible! You took him down even with your skills and attributes sealed!”

At that moment, they all became Lin Moyu’s supporters, gazing at him with deep admiration.

Ling Yizhan stepped forward, ”You saved me again.”

Lin Moyu shook his head, ”We’re all human—no need for formalities.”

His simple words only deepened their admiration and respect.

Before long, the Soul-Extinguishing Barrier faded. Everyone, now rested and ready, pressed forward. Zhou Lesheng’s corpse remained behind, becoming fertilizer for the orchards.

This time, Lin Moyu led the way. No one dared to walk ahead of him.

Lin Mohan chuckled, ”Moyu, you’ve become so imposing. Should I still call you Moyu, or start calling you ‘Godly General Lin’?”

Lin Moyu sighed, ”Sister, stop teasing me.”

Lin Mohan shook her head with a smirk, ”Such a boring guy—no fun at all. Guess I’ll just tease Yiyi instead.”

In the ancestral land, success depended on one’s own ability—competition was minimal.

But this time, Zhou Lesheng had nearly killed them all. That grudge wouldn’t be forgotten. Now that he was dead, the animosity extended to the Zhou Family. Once they returned, the score would be settled.

Beyond the orchards, they arrived at the edge of a cliff. A single suspension bridge stretched into the mist.

Everyone halted.

Lin Mohan uttered at this time, ”Crossing this bridge marks the beginning of the second stage. From here on, we go our separate ways. Wherever you end up will depend on your own strength. You all know the rules—good luck.”

No one needed further explanation. The woods and orchards had only been the first stage. What lay ahead was a mystery—those who had returned before spoke of it vaguely, their memories muddled.

But one thing was certain: from this point on, you could only rely on yourself.

Lin Moyu gave a final word of advice, ”Don’t push yourself too hard. Do your best—and stay safe.”

With that, he stepped onto the bridge and disappeared into the mist.

The wind howled, making the bridge sway.

Lin Mohan followed, vanishing after him. Then, Mo Yun and Ning Yiyi took their turn, their figures soon lost in the mist.

One by one, they all crossed.

Silence fell over the land. Only the wind remained, whispering through the void.

In the orchards, a faint rustling stirred. The fruits dropped to the ground—then vanishing without a trace.

A crack split open beneath Zhou Lesheng’s corpse. A vine shot out, coiling around his body and dragging it into the depths—severed limbs and all.

Then, without warning, a thick mist rose, swallowing everything in its path.

The suspension bridge wasn’t long. As Lin Moyu emerged from the fog, a platform came into view—a solitary peak adrift between heaven and earth.

It wasn’t large, only about 20 meters in diameter.

Several stone tablets stood at its center, their surfaces etched with diagrams and texts.

The diagrams were strange—alive.

When one focused on a diagram, they could see it moving, as if demonstrating a technique.

A sword skill.

The figure within the diagram wielded a sword with precise, fierce motion.

Lin Moyu barely spared the diagram in front of him a glance before shifting his attention to the text beside it.

The moment his eyes landed on the text, he froze.

[Skill: Wind Slash]

[Wind Slash: basic sword skill, capable of cutting through wind.]

The moving diagram didn’t shock him.

A basic sword skill like this was even less impressive.

What truly stunned him was the writing.

The text was in Chinese characters.

Something was wrong. These Chinese characters weren’t exactly the same as the ones he knew in his past life. They were older—more ancient—resembling the script of ancient times.

Carved into stone with powerful, vigorous strokes, the inscriptions radiated an undeniable, enigmatic charm.

By quieting his mind and feeling with his heart, it was possible to sense the meaning embedded within the text.

Lin Moyu understood now—this place was a trial.

To pass, they had to comprehend and master the skills inscribed on the stone tablets.

You could learn the skills by either observing the animated diagrams or deciphering the text. Using both would make learning significantly easier.

”This doesn’t seem too hard…”

Within moments, Lin Moyu had a rough grasp of the skill and estimated how long it would take to master.

But on second thought, he realized he was mistaken.

For him, it wouldn’t be difficult—but for the others, it was hard to say.

After all, he had consumed the First Fruit, boosting not just his basic attributes but also the hidden attribute: perception.

More importantly, he could fully comprehend the text, accelerating his progress even further.

As for the others…

”I wonder if the Detection spell will work.” Raising a finger, Lin Moyu activated the Detection spell.

[A skill can be learned from the tablet.]

Lin Moyu’s Detection spell revealed the function of the stone tablet—but not the specific skill it contained.

Three identical tablets stood on the platform.

Curious, he examined the others.

[Skill: Wood Slash]

[Wood Slash: a basic sword skill, capable of cutting through wood.]

[Skill: Stone Slash]

[Stone Slash: a basic sword skill, capable of cutting through stone.]

After careful observation, Lin Moyu identified the distinct characteristics of each technique.

Wind Slash prioritized agility—fast but weak in power, Wood Slash focused on technique—versatile and adaptable, Stone Slash relied on brute force—direct and unyielding.

It was clear that the next phase of the trial would be tied to these skills.

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu began his study in earnest.