Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The platforms resembled dungeons, each held a single individual before three identical tablets.

Regardless of class, everyone faced the same three tablets and skills.

For Swordsmen, the learning process was straightforward. Mages, however, struggled.

Some found their vision obscured by mist, unable to decipher the inscriptions.

This mist stemmed from the creatures they had slain—whether by accident or intent, the consequences were the same.

Those who had killed fewer creatures faced only a thin mist, while those who had slaughtered many found themselves engulfed in an impenetrable mist, rendering the tablets unreadable.

Only now did they understand the warnings of their elders. But regret had no remedy.

One individual, having killed the most, was shrouded in a unique aura.

As he stepped onto a suspension bridge, the mist swirled around him, the unique aura merging with the mist.

A sudden gust howled through the air—then, without warning, the bridge collapsed. His scream echoed briefly before he vanished without a trace.

On the platforms, reactions varied. Some successfully absorbed the skills, their faces alight with triumph. Others, blinded by mist, were left in bitter remorse.

A few could see the inscriptions clearly yet still failed to comprehend the skills, their expressions filled with frustration.

Although there were only 28 people, but their emotions varied greatly.

Three hours later, a faint tremor rippled through the platform. The stone tablets vanished, and a new suspension bridge emerged ahead.

Lin Moyu rose slowly. He had mastered the three skills over two hours ago. For him, this challenge had been effortless.

Without hesitation, he stepped onto the bridge and advanced.

A gust of wind brushed past as he crossed the mist.

On the other side, there was another platform, with a sword was embedded in the ground, and in the center stood a lone figure gripping a blade, its gaze locked onto him.

Lin Moyu immediately recognized it—it wasn’t human, but a Swordsman puppet.

This was the third stage, where one had to defeat the opponent.

It became clear why those three skills had been provided. Without them, victory would be far from easy.

Lin Moyu smirked, ”Let’s give it a try.”

Instinctively, he reached into his storage space for a weapon—only to find it sealed. Nothing could be taken out.

”This place really isn’t leaving any loopholes, huh?”

After understanding the situation, he grasped the sword in the ground.

The moment he drew it, the Swordsman puppet charged forward.

Lin Moyu watched its approach, ”Judging by its movement, its agility should be between 500 and 700. Not too high—about the same as most participants.”

”But for me…”

After consuming the First Fruit, all of Lin Moyu’s attributes had soared to 10,000. Compared to that, a mere 500 was insignificant.

The Swordsman puppet lunged at him and swung its blade.

Skill: Wind Slash!

The strike was swift and silent, cutting through the wind itself.

Lin Moyu met it with a Wind Slash of his own. His sword flashed—much faster than the Sword puppet’s sword.

Clang!

The puppet’s weapon clattered to the ground. A second later, its body shattered into fragments, dissolving into a special aura that enveloped Lin Moyu. His attributes increased by 500—a modest gain.

It seemed the puppet’s attributes had been absorbed into him.

Ahead, another suspension bridge materialized.

”That was easy.”

Lin Moyu hadn’t expected the opponent to be so weak—one strike was all it took.

His overwhelming attributes, whether strength or agility, left the puppet with no chance. Coupled with identical skills, victory had been effortless.

For others, however, the challenge was far from simple.

Across the other platforms, battles raged.

Ling Yizhan fought fiercely, locked in a heated exchange with his Swordsman puppet. Their attributes were nearly identical, and though he had learned the three skills, his proficiency lagged behind Lin Moyu’s. Still, by relying on them, he managed to hold his ground.

For Mages who had failed to grasp the three skills, the fight was utterly one-sided.

Lin Mohan wielded her sword with precision, cycling through the three skills effortlessly. Thanks to her superior attributes, she dominated the Swordsman puppet completely.

Ning Yiyi moved with agility and grace, relying solely on Wind Slash to maximize the Assassin class’s strengths to gain the upper hand.

Mo Yun, however, faced a tougher challenge.

Though sharp and quick-witted, she lacked proficiency in the Swordsman combat style. She had successfully learned the three skills, but wielding them effectively was another matter. Struggling against her opponent, she adapted on the fly, improving with every exchange.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu stepped through the mist once more, arriving at the third platform.

”Is this the fourth stage?”

Doubt flickered in his mind.

Compared to Mo Xinghe’s descriptions, the third stage felt far too simple. If this was all there was to it, it wouldn’t have remained unbeaten for so many years.

Then, his gaze landed on four stone tablets standing upright in the center of the platform.

”More skills? Last time, they were Swordsman skills—what will they be now…?”

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he froze.

Something was wrong.

The three skills he had just mastered were gone.

They had vanished entirely from his attributes. Even more unsettling, he couldn’t recall any details about them. Only their names—Wind Slash, Wood Slash, and Stone Slash—remained in his memory.

Everything else had been wiped clean.

The bizarre sensation of gaining something only to lose it inexplicably left Lin Moyu uneasy.

”Is this why no one who reached the third stage could ever fully explain it?”

A chill ran down his spine, and then he turned his attention back to the stone tablets.

They were identical to the previous ones, still labeled Skill Tablet.

[Skill: Fireball]

[Fireball: releases a ball of fire to attack the enemy. Its power is determined by spirit force.]

This time, it was a Mage-type skill.

Without a doubt, the other stone tablets also contained Mage-type skills.

Lin Moyu examined them one by one, confirming his suspicion.

[Skill: Windball]

[Windball: releases a ball of wind to attack the enemy. Its power is determined by spirit force.]

[Skill: Ice Arrow]

[Ice Arrow: releases an ice arrow to attack the enemy. Its power is determined by spirit force.]

[Skill: Lightningball]

[Lightningball: releases a ball of fire to attack the enemy. Its power is determined by spirit force.]

Lin Moyu studied the four basic Mage skills with a contemplative expression.

Previously, he had learned three Swordsman skills before facing a Swordsman puppet that wielded the same skills.

Now, he was tasked with mastering four Mage skills—it was clear that his next opponent would be a Mage puppet.

Understanding this, he began learning the skills one at a time.

For him, the process was effortless. The ancient Chinese characters used in the explanations made comprehension even smoother, significantly increasing his learning speed.

Within an hour, he had mastered all four spells.

With his attributes and understanding of the Mage combat style, he was confident in his victory.

Testing each skill, he quickly identified their strengths.

Lightningball was the fastest, striking the target the instant it was cast—practically impossible to dodge.

Windball, aided by the wind element, was also exceptionally swift.

Ice Arrow and Fireball were slower, though still very fast.

However, Ice Arrow had a freezing effect, significantly slowing the down opponent.

Fireball, on the other hand, had an explosive impact and a burn effect, causing continuous damage.

Each skill had its own unique properties, and Lin Moyu had mastered them all.

Finally, others began arriving at their third platform, where they, too, started learning new skills.

This time, it was the Warriors who groaned in frustration—they were now forced to learn Mage skill.

Meanwhile, the few Mages who had made it past the previous level were ecstatic. Mage skills were their specialty.

Four hours later, the stone tablets vanished from the platforms simultaneously. Another suspension bridge materialized ahead.

Cries of protest erupted.

”Why so soon?!”

”I barely had two hours!”

”What’s going on?!”

No one knew that the tablets disappeared as soon as the first person passed the level.

Lin Moyu’s speed had set the pace—he cleared the challenge in almost an instant.

Some people, however, took over an hour. As a result, their learning time was significantly reduced.

Even without direct confrontation, the competition had already begun, dictated by this unspoken rule.

On the fourth platform, Lin Moyu finally faced his next opponent—a Mage puppet draped in robes.

The moment he set foot on the platform, the Mage puppet raised a hand and summoned a Fireball.

But Lin Moyu was faster.

Thunder roared.

Lightningballs burst from his palms, striking the Mage puppet in an instant.

He unleashed a relentless barrage—both hands firing at full speed, launching at least five Lightningballs per second.

Lightningball was the fastest of the four skills.

Lin Moyu followed one simple principle: strike first.