Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

This wasn’t the first time Lin Moyu had used Soul Blaze to kill. But it was the first time he’d used it to annihilate a soul.

That was an entirely different matter.

It wasn’t a clean death. It felt like a slow, torturous execution, akin to death by a thousand cuts.

Since it was his first attempt, Lin Moyu was especially cautious, unwilling to leave even a single soul remnant behind.

In other words, Abe Yoshino received the full treatment of having his soul meticulously sliced apart.

His miserable screams echoed through the air.

And because it was Lin Moyu’s first time, he layered on the Enhance Troops skill for good measure—the equivalent of sprinkling salt on open wounds.

Jialan Lieyang and the others watched in horror.

This Brother Lin, who looked to be only level 52—quiet, harmless even—how could his methods be this…

Jialan Lieyang couldn’t help but cheer.

When dealing with traitors, no punishment was too severe.

And this one had conspired with the Abyssal Demons, betraying all of humanity.

A traitor like that deserved to be torn to shreds, soul and all.

Abe Yoshino’s agonized cries lasted a full ten seconds before finally falling silent.

He was dead. And it had been a death of pure agony.

His corpse lay twisted and deformed, drenched in blood—yet without a single external wound. The blood had exploded from within.

It was a gruesome, unforgettable sight.

Lin Moyu turned his gaze to the remaining enemies.

Their hands and feet were already severed—escape impossible.

Now, with the first soul execution behind him, the rest would go much smoother.

Lin Moyu showed no mercy. At this moment, these people might as well have been his test subjects.

Once again, agonized screams echoed within the barrier, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

As promised, Lin Moyu obliterated every last soul.

Even if any of them had planted a soul brand, there was no chance of resurrection.

Once it was done, the skeletons shattered the barrier.

Lin Moyu clapped his hands and said, “Big Brother Lieyang, let’s keep looking for the Lanternfire Fish.”

Jialan Lieyang instinctively let out an “Oh,” but didn’t move.

Lin Moyu glanced at him, puzzled, “Big Brother Lieyang, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you moving?”

Jialan Lieyang shook his head, “It’s not that simple. The Lanternfire Fish rarely appears on the Green Sea Grassland. Most of the time, it hides within the ice layer, and because of the grass, we can’t reach it down there.”

“We waited three whole months for this one chance… and it was ruined by those Black Dragon Guild bastards.”

So that was why Jialan Lieyang had been so furious. No wonder.

But now that Abe Yoshino and his people were dead, there was no point dwelling on it.

Noticing Jialan Lieyang still looked upset, Lin Moyu asked, “Why were you after the Lanternfire Fish, anyway?”

“Someone from our guild was poisoned by a strange poison. We need the lantern on the Lanternfire Fish’s head to neutralize it.” Jialan Lieyang explained.

Lin Moyu thought for a moment, “If it’s poison, maybe I can help.”

Jialan Lieyang’s eyes widened, “Brother Lin, you serious?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “As long as it’s not one of the particularly nasty ones, it should be fine.”

What he meant by particularly nasty was something like the Putrid Corpse Land’s Putrid Corpse Poison.

Jialan Lieyang didn’t hesitate, “Then let’s head back right away!”

Without another word, he took the lead and soared toward their base.

The rest of the party quickly followed.

They were still reeling from what Lin Moyu had done—too shocked to speak.

Now, when they looked at him, their eyes carried respect and even fear.

If he could deal with Abe Yoshino’s party so effortlessly, finishing them off wouldn’t be any harder.

And in this world, strength commanded respect.

As they traveled, Jialan Lieyang couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Lin, are you really level 52?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “I am.”

“Then how did you...”

Lin Moyu could guess what he was about to ask.

“Big Brother Lieyang, if you’re curious about me, just ask around once you’re back in the Human World. I’ve made a bit of a name for myself there.”

A bit of a name was an understatement. Over the past year, Lin Moyu had become one of the most talked-about figures in the Human World—alongside the newly promoted Earth Knight.

Jialan Lieyang was sharp enough not to press any further. Some things were better left alone.

Before long, the Jialan Guild’s base came into view.

They’d constructed a sturdy fortress, stretching over a hundred meters—large enough to house more than a thousand people.

It was built at the very edge of the Green Sea Grassland. This was the safest place, since the creatures of the grassland wouldn’t attack without provocation.

Lin Moyu followed Jialan Lieyang inside. Along the way, many guild members greeted Jialan Lieyang, while shooting curious glances at Lin Moyu—an unfamiliar face.

A level 52 class user showing up in the lower layer was no small matter.

Without delay, Jialan Lieyang led Lin Moyu to a secluded courtyard at the rear of the fortress.

The courtyard was calm and serene, filled with lush greenery and a faint medicinal fragrance.

Mixed in with the fragrance was the gentle aroma of tea, giving the place a quiet, refined elegance.

Lin Moyu’s first impression was that whoever lived here was likely a person of refined taste.

Within a fortress of cold stone walls, they’d carved out a tranquil little world of their own—quite impressive.

All of a sudden, the door of a small house at the edge of the courtyard opened.

A young woman in a pale yellow dress stepped out. When her gaze landed on Jialan Lieyang, a soft smile lit up her face.

“Lieyang, you’re back.”

She wasn’t stunningly beautiful—merely pretty by conventional standards—but she radiated a gentle, graceful aura that seemed to blend perfectly with the courtyard’s quiet charm.

Lin Moyu immediately noticed the pallor in her complexion—it was likely she’d been injured.

A warm smile softened Jialan Lieyang’s resolute face, “Dong’er, let me introduce you. This is Lin Moyu, Brother Lin.”

Then he turned to Lin Moyu, “Brother Lin, this is my beloved, Han Dong’er.”

Han Dong’er greeted him with a delicate smile, “Hello, Brother Lin.”

Lin Moyu greeted her back, “Hello, Sister.”

Her gentle, elegant temperament reminded him a little of Shu Han.

A particular emblem was displayed on her sleeves—the mark of a Concocter.

Lin Moyu’s brow furrowed slightly, “Big Brother Lieyang, why didn’t you bring Sister back to the Human World? In the Shenxia Empire, there’s a God-level Concocter. He should be able to heal her.”

Jialan Lieyang let out a bitter laugh, “Sir Medicine God could definitely save Dong’er, but the Jialan Guild can’t get him to come.”

“After Dong’er was injured and poisoned, all her attributes were suppressed. She’s weaker than an ordinary person now… she wouldn’t survive the energy impact of an inter-realm teleportation.”

Han Dong’er’s attributes had been suppressed to the extreme, leaving her even weaker than an ordinary person.

She couldn’t leave this place, and the Jialan Guild didn’t have the power to summon Medicine God here.

After all, with Medicine God’s level, he would first have to go to the deep layer, then locate a spatial passage leading to the lower layer.

The process would be complicated, time-consuming, and far from convenient.

That was why Jialan Lieyang had been so determined to obtain the lantern from atop the Lanternfire Fish’s head—it was the only thing that could detoxify the poison in Han Dong’er’s body.

Lin Moyu asked, “Where did Sister get poisoned?”

Jialan Lieyang sighed, “It happened in the ice beneath the Green Sea Grassland. We stumbled upon a fracture in the ice, and curiosity got the better of us.”

“We went down to investigate and encountered a monster—it carried a cold poison...”

Lin Moyu didn’t press for details. Instead, he retrieved a jade bottle.

Inside, a single drop of liquid shimmered like crystal—Venomous Flood Dragon’s Spinal Fluid.

[Venomous Flood Dragon’s Spinal Fluid: legendary-grade antidote, can neutralize poisons; each drop consumed grants a 1% increase in poison elemental immunity.]

Lin Moyu handed the bottle to Han Dong’er, “Try this. See if it helps.”

Han Dong’er blinked, surprised. Even without opening it, she could sense the extraordinary nature of the liquid inside.

The moment she uncorked the bottle, a rich, invigorating fragrance wafted out, instantly refreshing her spirit.

A look of astonishment crossed her face, “Incredible…”

A faint glow appeared at her fingertip—the only skill she could still use: Detection.

A moment later, after reading the information, Han Dong’er’s eyes widened. She covered her mouth in shock, “Brother Lin, did you kill the Venomous Flood Dragon?”

Jialan Lieyang, equally stunned, exclaimed, “Brother Lin! You killed a Venomous Flood Dragon?”

Lin Moyu nodded calmly, “Yes, I did.”

The courtyard instantly fell silent. It felt as if the very air had thickened, freezing in place.

Jialan Lieyang stared at Lin Moyu like he was looking at something inhuman, disbelief and shock written all over his face.

Several seconds passed before Jialan Lieyang suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, “This is hilarious! Those bastards from the Flying Eagle Guild made that trip for nothing!”

Lin Moyu gave a small smile, “Sister, go ahead—try it. Let’s see if it works.”

Without hesitation, Han Dong’er drank the drop of Venomous Flood Dragon’s Spinal Fluid.

The effect was immediate.

A brilliant, radiant light burst from her entire body, and her suppressed aura began to surge, rapidly strengthening.