Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The scent of blood still lingered in the air at Xiajing Academy. The battle had ended some time ago, but its aftermath was fresh and raw.

During the chaos, students turned into warriors, engaging the Demons.

Among the instructors, traitors emerged—they had pledged allegiance to the Demons.

They cast barriers over the academy as well as the Dungeon Hall, sealing them off.

Some instructors turned on their students, launching surprise attacks and slaughtering them to use as sacrifices to summon Demons.

At the same time, members of the Demon Worship Society broke into the academy from the outside, offering themselves as living sacrifices to summon powerful Demons.

A Demon King was even brought forth.

But it had made a grave mistake—this was Xiajing Academy, the most elite human academy.

Beyond its students and instructors, the academy was also home to hidden powerhouses—formidable figures from past generations who had long since withdrawn from the world.

Before the Demon King could fully unleash its power, it was intercepted—surrounded by three God-level powerhouses.

Overwhelmed, the Demon King panicked, desperately trying to flee.

One against three—it stood no chance.

In the end, after paying a heavy price, it fled back to the Abyssal World.

The rogue instructor in the Dungeon Hall was eventually cut down.

Though the academy had sustained some damage and lost a few students, the casualties were minimal.

Some instructors even viewed the ordeal as a necessary trial. After all, cultivating class users required more than dungeon grinding—they needed real trials by fire.

Still, the instructors were disappointed.

They watched closely—and found the students’ performance lacking.

“This generation of students had it too easy.”

“Raiding dungeons isn’t enough. They need the battlefield—real blood, real fire.”

“Just in time—the Dragonkind are back, and they’re restless. There will be no shortage of battles ahead.

“Let’s establish trial missions—send them to the frontlines. It’s time they learned what true combat means.”

The academy’s senior figures began their deliberations.

The Demon attack had not only tested the academy’s defenses—it had exposed their vulnerabilities.

Excelling in academics, reaching high levels, and clearing dungeons didn’t make one a true class user.

Their real purpose was to fight—to stand against the Abyssal Demons. Now, with the return of the Dragonkind, they must face them again.

When the seal over the dungeon was finally lifted, Lin Moyu appeared in the Dungeon Hall.

The traces of battle were everywhere—the air was still heavy with the metallic tang of blood.

Some students were busy cleaning the battlefield, but the moment they saw Lin Moyu, they froze.

Their expressions were strange—shock, awe, maybe even fear.

If it had just been one or two, he wouldn’t have thought much of it. But all of them… stared.

Something wasn’t right.

Lin Moyu asked, “Did the Demons attack just now?”

A nearby student snapped to attention and gave a salute, “Reporting to Godly General Lin—the battle has just concluded.”

Lin Moyu gave a slight nod, “No need to be nervous. Tell me what happened.”

A quiet, intangible pressure radiated from him, keeping the student in check.

The student stammered before recounting the events.

The fighting had erupted both within the academy and in the Dungeon Hall.

A number of students were injured, a few lost their lives—but overall, the damage had been contained.

The Demons had underestimated the academy’s strength. A critical miscalculation.

What caught Lin Moyu off guard, however, was the revelation that several top-tier class users had been hiding among the instructors. They acted as a bulwark, swiftly eliminating the Demons.

It was a reminder that Xiajing Academy was more than it appeared on the surface.

There was even a recorded incident of a no-name instructor—seemingly ordinary—who, in the middle of a routine class, suddenly burst forth with divine radiance and ascended to God-level.

Remarkably, the instructor had calmly finished the lesson before beginning their transformation.

“It seems the Abyssal Demons greatly underestimated the academy’s strength. To think there were three God-level powerhouses hidden here… truly incredible.”

After being briefed, Lin Moyu quietly left the Dungeon Hall.

The moment he was out of sight, the student who had spoken with him collapsed to the ground.

“Godly General Lin’s aura is terrifying…”

Someone hurried over to help him up, “Is it just me, or does he seem… even more powerful than before?”

“It’s not just power. His aura feels different.”

“I wonder what happened to those people who broke into the dungeon…”

“The dungeon was sealed earlier, and even the instructors couldn’t do anything. But they all said that Godly General Lin would be fine.”

In the Dungeon Hall, students discussed among themselves, but none could clearly articulate the change in Lin Moyu. Still, something had undeniably shifted.

After his clash with the Demon King, Lin Moyu’s aura had undeniably changed, tainted by the Demon King’s aura.

Any seasoned powerhouse would instantly recognize that he had slain a Demon King.

When Lin Moyu returned to the academy, he was greeted by more of the same: the quiet wreckage left in the wake of battle.

He paused for a moment, sensing it—the lingering traces of the Demon King’s power, intertwined with residual energies left by the God-level experts.

Both the Demon King and the God-level powerhouses possessed immense strength, their remnant energies vast and unfathomable, not fading easily.

The Demon King had been driven back—wounded and forced to flee.

Though some structures of Xiajing Academy had been damaged, the academy itself suffered relatively minor losses. Repairs would be straightforward.

Unlike the desolate Dungeon Hall, the academy was bustling with activity.

Students gathered in the academy grounds, all discussing the battle that had just taken place.

The instructors maintained order, calming and reassuring the students.

Lin Moyu’s arrival instantly caught the students’ attention.

Most recognized him and were well aware of his status.

Their gazes were filled with respect.

Only the academy’s hidden God-level powerhouses could truly stand on equal footing with him.

Even the Dean himself, in terms of status alone, ranked below Lin Moyu.

This was the way of humanity: to honor warriors.

Lin Moyu paid the gazes no mind. His expression remained calm, but his eyes were quietly scanning the crowd.

He searched for Xia Xue, Feng Xiu, Zuo Mei, and Shu Han but found no sign of them.

Frowning, he activated his communicator and sent messages—no response.

It was as if they had vanished without a trace.

An unease curled in his chest, “I hope they’re alright…”

Just as that thought passed through his mind, a familiar face caught his attention—Director Qiu of the Office of Academic Affairs.

Lin Moyu immediately walked over, “Director Qiu.”

The older man was deep in discussion with several instructors but turned the moment he heard the voice.

His eyes widened slightly, “Godly General Lin—you’ve returned!”

Director Qiu had known that Lin Moyu was sealed inside a dungeon. But when the fighting broke out, there had been no time to worry about him.

Fortunately, Lin Moyu emerged unscathed.

But then—Director Qiu’s eyes suddenly narrowed. His expression froze.

His gaze had locked onto the military badge pinned to Lin Moyu’s shoulder.

Two stars.

He knew exactly what a two-star godly general badge represented.

It was proof. Lin Moyu… had killed a Demon King.

His voice wavered, “Godly… Godly General Lin, you killed a Demon King?”

Lin Moyu gave a calm nod, “Yes.”

Silence fell like a thunderclap.

Then—Director Qiu’s voice cracked as he asked, “Which Demon King… did you slay?”

In an instant, a number of eyes turned to Lin Moyu. The surrounding crowd stiffened, breaths caught in their throats.

Lin Moyu had done the unthinkable—he slayed a Demon King.

At only level 48, no matter how strong he was, such a feat should have been impossible.

Demon Kings weren’t mere pushovers—even God-level experts struggled to prevent them from escaping.

That was exactly what had happened during the battle at the academy. Even with three God-level powerhouses, they had failed to stop a single Demon King from fleeing.

But there it was, right in front of their eyes. That two-star godly general badge was real.

Was there… no justice left in the world anymore?!

Under the crushing silence of numerous eyes, Lin Moyu replied lightly, “The Fire Demon King.”

Hiss—!

The moment the name left his lips, a sharp collective gasp tore through the crowd.

It wasn’t that the Fire Demon King was especially powerful—among the many Demon Kings in the Abyss, it ranked near the bottom in terms of raw strength.

But its skills were broken.

Against lower-level class users, it was practically unstoppable.

The academy had detailed records on it. Every instructor present knew exactly what kind of nightmare it was.

Director Qiu muttered, “To think it was that one... its Death Slice skill... are you alright?”

He paused, realizing how absurd the question sounded.

If something had gone wrong, Lin Moyu wouldn’t be standing here like nothing happened.

Lin Moyu replied evenly, “Thank you for your concern, Director Qiu. I’m fine. Actually, I was hoping you might know where my friends are. I haven’t been able to contact them.”

He listed off the names of Xia Xue and the others.

“Oh, them? They’re fine.” He answered without hesitation.

“Xia Xue and Zuo Mei were taken away by Vice-Dean Xia Bojian. He didn’t say what for. As for Feng Xiu, he took a leave of absence a few days ago and returned to his family. He’s not at the academy right now.”

“No wonder,” Lin Moyu nodded, finally at ease.

Since they hadn’t been present during the battle, they should be safe.

But just then, the space above the academy twisted, and a towering structure emerged—the Shenxia Tower.