Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Ning Yiyi's return was an unexpected delight for Lin Moyu. After months of separation, their reunion brimmed with emotions and longing. Beneath the warm sun, they embraced, letting time slip away unnoticed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows, they sat by the lakeside, sharing their stories.

Lin Moyu recounted his time in the Abyssal World—the relentless battles, the bloodshed, and the oppressive murderous aura that haunted him. He described his near-death escape from the treacherous Putrid Corpse Land.

His tone was calm and indifferent, as if narrating someone else's story. Yet, Ning Yiyi could vividly imagine the chaos and danger. She clutched her chest, listening with bated breath, her heart pounding.

Lin Moyu’s experiences were like legendary tales—captivating and intense. In contrast, Ning Yiyi's story was much simpler.

She had been sent into a special secret realm by her grandfather, Ning Tairan, where she faced countless battles, grinding her skills, mastering combat techniques, and raising her level.

With Ning Tairan’s meticulous planning, she received abundant potions and resources, enabling her to fight without pause. Her leveling speed rivaled Lin Moyu’s, and before long, she had reached level 40—surpassing him by a narrow margin.

Lin Moyu couldn’t help but marvel at the advantage of having such powerful backing. For most geniuses at the Xiajing Academy, achieving level 40 from level 20 would typically take two to three years of relentless dungeon grinding.

But compared to his sister, this pace seemed perfectly reasonable—she was a true freak of nature.

Under Ning Tairan's guidance, after reaching level 40 Ning Yiyi had undergone her second class awakening. At the same time, she had also achieved class sublimation

Ning Tairan, ever the doting grandfather, spared no effort in preparing for this monumental event. He gathered an abundance of rare treasures, all to maximize her chances of class sublimation.

Coupled with the Blackened Soul Crystal she had previously acquired, Ning Yiyi successfully ascended to a legendary rank class: Night Stalker.

Her previous class, Shadow Assassin, though formidable as a superior rank class, paled in comparison to legendary classes.

While Ning Yiyi’s story lacked the life-threatening drama of Lin Moyu’s, it was far from simple. After her awakening, Ning Tairan initiated another round of trials that lasted over a month.

Ning Tairan had procured a vast collection of puppets, each capable of replicating the combat techniques of different class users. Every day, Ning Yiyi faced these puppets in relentless battles, gradually mastering the combat techniques of other classes.

Her training bore striking similarities to the methods used by legends like Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng during their youth. It also resembled Lin Moyu’s own experiences, though his training had been even more extreme, as he had directly possessed different puppets.

Now, sitting by the serene lakeside, Ning Yiyi leaned her head gently against Lin Moyu’s shoulder. Her face glowed softly under the sun.

“I’ll leave the rest to you.” She said, a twinkle in her eye. Her expression made it clear she wasn’t expecting—or accepting—any refusal.

Lin Moyu smiled faintly, “Alright, leave it to me.”

Night had fallen, casting a veil of darkness over the land, yet the Dungeon Hall was bustling with life, its lights glowing brightly.

The Dungeon Hall was often busier at night than during the day. After a full day of studies and training, students would gather here, eager to form parties, raid dungeons, acquire equipment, and level up. Everyone was working very hard, driven by the fear of falling behind.

When Lin Moyu and Ning Yiyi arrived, the lively atmosphere shifted, and a hush fell over the crowd.

Lin Moyu seemed to radiate an invisible aura, one honed through countless battles and steeped in bloodshed, that made people hesitant to speak loudly in his presence.

All eyes turned to him, a mix of admiration and awe.

Ning Yiyi, holding onto Lin Moyu's arm, grinned playfully, “You’re amazing. Look at the way everyone stares at you—it’s like you’re a legend already.”

Lin Moyu’s reply was calm and unassuming, “Compared to the ancestors of the human race, I’m nothing.”

Ning Yiyi disagreed, “One day, you’ll surpass them. You’ll defeat the Dragonkind and level the Abyss. I believe in you.”

Lin Moyu suddenly recalled Jiang Yi's words: even if the human race were to produce a Transcendent God-level powerhouse, it would still be impossible to raze the Abyss.

He wondered if Jiang Yi’s words were true. Perhaps only when he reached the same level himself would he truly understand.

The two stepped into the Dungeon Hall, a vast space housing more than a hundred dungeons of varying levels and sizes.

Lin Moyu glanced around before speaking, “We should pick a suitable dungeon.”

Ning Yiyi answered without hesitation, “Let’s go to the Beast God Plateau dungeon. It’s one of the best for gaining EXP for level 40 to 50 class users.”

As the beloved granddaughter of Ning Tairan, who managed the Dungeon Hall, Ning Yiyi was well-acquainted with it.

There are two large-scale dungeons here: the level 25 Tyrant Desert and the level 45 Beast God Plateau.

The Beast God Plateau had a level restriction between level 40 and level 50, with a maximum party size of 50 participants.

Trusting Ning Yiyi’s insight, Lin Moyu nodded, “Alright, the Beast God Plateau it is.”

Unlike regular dungeons, large-scale dungeons didn’t allow class users to select difficulty levels. The monsters inside were roughly equivalent to hell rank monsters, with the main difference being their numbers.

For most, those numbers were daunting. For Lin Moyu, they were irrelevant.

Ning Yiyi, well aware of Lin Moyu’s unparalleled combat capabilities, knew that the Beast God Plateau dungeon was their best choice at the moment.

She pointed at the glowing screen above the dungeon entrance, “The records are about to be rewritten.”

The records displayed on the screen were set three years ago.

[Chuangshen Institute: 6 hours, 29 minutes, 18 seconds]

[Chuangshi Institute: 6 hours, 52 minutes, 01 second]

[Yanhuang Institute: 6 hours, 53 minutes, 31 seconds]

The top record in the Beast God Plateau dungeon belonged to the Chuangshen Institute. Impressively, their party had only 25 members—half the dungeon’s maximum participant limit—yet their record had remained unbroken for three years. This achievement was a testament to the institute’s exceptional strength.

The three great institutes—Chuangshen Institute, Chuangshi Institute, and Yanhuang Institute—monopolized nearly 99% of the academy’s top-tier talents. Their parties had set numerous records in the Dungeon Hall, which were notoriously difficult to break.

Difficult, but not impossible.

Unlike their feats, the records set by Lin Moyu were in a league of their own, so unreachable they inspired more despair than competition.

Lin Moyu glanced at the records, his tone calm and composed, “Let’s give it a shot.”

As the dungeon vortex flared to life, the two were teleported into the Beast God Plateau dungeon.

The sight of Lin Moyu and Ning Yiyi entering the dungeon stirred a ripple of excitement through the Dungeon Hall.

“Whoa, Godly General Lin is taking a girl dungeon grinding!”

“That girl’s so lucky. If only Godly General Lin would take me instead.”

“And it’s the Beast God Plateau—a 50-person dungeon! Is he seriously planning to solo it?”

“Isn’t that what he always does? Remember the Tyrant Desert dungeon? He carried 39 people by himself back then.”

“That was a level 25 dungeon! The Beast God Plateau is level 45. The difficulty is on a completely different scale.”

“Difficulty? Ha! As if that matters to Godly General Lin.”

The discussion was electric, with most expressing confidence in Lin Moyu’s success, given his stellar track record. But not everyone was a believer.

A small but number of detractors seized the opportunity to voice their doubts, speculating that Lin Moyu’s class abilities might have diminished after his second class awakening.

Meanwhile, news of Lin Moyu taking a girl to a dungeon spread like wildfire, sparking speculation about Ning Yiyi’s identity and her connection to him.

At this moment, the teleportation formation outside the Dungeon Hall flared again, and a formidable party exuding overwhelming presence emerged.

Without a word, the party strode confidently into the Dungeon Hall and disappeared into the vortex leading to the Beast God Plateau dungeon.

This group consisted of 30 class users, all between levels 48 and 50, bearing the emblem of the Yanhuang Institute.

The sight of such a powerful party left the crowd stunned.

Suddenly, someone gasped, breaking the silence, “Wait! Today marks three years. The Beast God’s true body is about to respawn!”

“That’s right! Three years ago, the Chuangshen Institute defeated the Beast God’s true body and claimed the rewards.”

“At the time, the Chuangshi Institute and the Yanhuang Institute both fought tooth and nail to compete for it, but the Chuangshen party came out on top.”

“I wonder which of the three great institutes will be the first to slay the Beast God's true body this time.”

“Don’t forget—Godly General Lin is in the dungeon too. With him there, it’s possible the Beast God’s true body won’t fall to any of the three great institutes.

The crowd buzzed with speculation.

Before the debate could continue, the teleportation formation flared yet again, and overwhelming auras spilled out.

The area outside the Dungeon Hall fell into a complete silence.

A second party emerged from the formation. Without hesitation, they strode straight into the Dungeon Hall and vanished into the vortex leading to the Beast God Plateau.

This time it was a party from the Chuangshi Institute.

Barely half a minute after the Chuangshi Institute’s party entered the dungeon, the formation lit up again. This time, it heralded the arrival of the Chuangshen Institute.

Unlike the other two institutes, which fielded parties of 30 members each, the Chuangshen Institute’s party consisted of only 25 elites.

The smaller team size was a reflection of their immense confidence in their combat capabilities.

Now, with all three of the great institutes gathered in the Beast God Plateau dungeon, the race for the Beast God’s true body was set to unfold.

The three great institutes viewed this dungeon as a contest.