Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

God items were always incredibly useful.

The Beast God's Bone, which the Chuangshen Institute had previously acquired, was no larger than a fingernail, yet it could be forged into a powerful boss accessory. The value of a fist-sized drop of essence blood, then, was beyond imagination.

According to the Detection spell, the Beast God’s Essence Blood could drastically increase the likelihood of class sublimation during the third class awakening. It might even awaken a talent.

These two features alone made the essence blood far more precious than any boss accessory. After all, true strength came from within, not from external items.

Lin Moyu was certain that the Beast God’s Essence Blood had even more potential uses. The Detection spell, though formidable, wasn’t omniscient. There were limits to its capabilities. For instance, in the Putrid Corpse Land, the spell could only detect names and levels, rendering it otherwise useless.

Ning Yiyi took out an elegant box and placed the Beast God’s Essence Blood inside.

“Keep this safe and use it for your third class awakening.” She said, offering the box to Lin Moyu without hesitation.

But Lin Moyu shook his head, “You keep it.”

Ning Yiyi shook her head, “No way. As long as you’re here, I’ll never have to step onto the battlefield myself.”

Lin Moyu took out an Elemental Divine Stone, “Then take this. I prepared it for you.”

Ning Yiyi’s eyes lit up as she held the radiant stone, “It’s so beautiful!”

The Elemental Divine Stone emitted a mesmerizing glow, its radiance both unique and breathtaking.

Ning Yiyi admired it for a moment before returning it to Lin Moyu, “You should keep this for yourself, too.”

Lin Moyu gently patted her head, savoring the silky softness beneath his fingertips, “I have another one.”

Still, Ning Yiyi shook her head, “Then I don’t want it now. You know what I mean.”

Lin Moyu smiled, understanding her meaning immediately, “Alright, I’ll give it to you when the time is right. And by then, I’ll collect more elements to make it even better.”

Ning Yiyi nodded, “Sounds great! Take me with you when you do!”

“Of course!”

With their conversation settled, the two teleported out of the dungeon.

However, the moment they appeared in the Dungeon Hall, Lin Moyu felt a murderous aura envelop him, and his face fell.

Murderous aura? In the Dungeon Hall?

Yet, oddly enough, this murderous aura didn’t feel like an actual threat—more like an oppressive warning.

Following the source, Lin Moyu’s eyes landed on Ning Tairan, who was glaring at him with barely contained fury.

“Smelly kid, get your filthy hand off her!” Ning Tairan barked, slamming his stave onto the ground, releasing ripples of energy.

The entire Dungeon Hall was eerily empty, its massive gate tightly shut. It was clear that everyone inside had been driven out by Ning Tairan.

At this moment, Lin Moyu was holding Ning Yiyi, one hand resting on her slender waist.

He spoke respectfully, “Senior Ning, what brings you here?”

Although his tone was polite, he made no effort to remove his hand.

Ning Tairan’s face darkened, and his fury swelled.

Though he had begrudgingly accepted Lin Moyu in his heart, seeing the interaction in person was an entirely different matter. His overprotective instincts as a grandfather erupted like a volcano.

“Smelly kid…” The words were squeezed out from between his clenched teeth, dripping with rage as the murderous aura grew even stronger.

Suddenly, a soft, melodious voice broke the tension. “Grandpa, what are you doing?”

The transformation was instant.

Ning Tairan’s suffocating murderous aura evaporated like morning dew, replaced by a warm, spring-like smile spreading across his old face, “Oh, it’s nothing! Nothing at all. I just have something to discuss with you two!”

The drastic shift in Ning Tairan’s demeanor made Lin Moyu’s lips twitch slightly, thinking to himself, “It’s a pity you’re not in theater, old man.”

“What is it?” Ning Yiyi asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

She had noticed something was off—the Dungeon Hall’s gate was tightly closed, which clearly indicated this wasn’t just a trivial matter.

Ning Tairan’s expression grew serious, “Did you obtain the Beast God’s Essence Blood in the dungeon just now?”

Before Lin Moyu could respond, Ning Yiyi jumped in, “Grandpa, were you spying on us?”

Ning Tairan’s face froze, his expression shifting from calm to panic in an instant, “Nonsense! Of course not! I was watching the institute competition and just happened to see you.”

Ning Yiyi folded her arms, her gaze piercing, “Really?”

Ning Tairan nodded so vigorously it looked like his head might fall off, much like a chicken pecking at rice, “Of course! When have I ever lied to you, Yiyi?”

She stared at him for another moment, then snorted. “Fine. But if I find out you’re lying, I won’t talk to you anymore!”

Ning Tairan visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping as if a massive weight had been lifted.

Ning Yiyi giggled suddenly, “There’s no way the three institutes can defeat the Beast God’s True Body this time. When they reach the boss’s location, they’ll be in for a big surprise. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.”

Indeed, the Beast God’s True Body had already been slain. It wouldn’t respawn for another three years.

Ning Tairan cleared his throat. “Godly General Lin, may I see what you acquired in the dungeon?”

Addressing him as Godly General Lin signified that this was a serious matter.

Lin Moyu nodded and retrieved the Beast God’s Leg Bone and the Beast God’s Essence Blood.

A faint breeze passed, and Ning Tairan’s expression shifted to surprise, “Do you realize the true value of these two items?”

Lin Moyu pondered for a moment before responding, “The Beast God’s Leg Bone should enhance a class user’s comprehension ability and increase their chances of becoming a God-level powerhouse.”

Ning Tairan was taken aback—he hadn’t expected Lin Moyu to know so much.

Lin Moyu continued, “As for the Beast God’s Essence Blood, the Detection spell mentioned its effects, but I suspect it has even more uses.”

Ning Tairan’s gaze turned solemn, “If used directly, it increases the probability of class sublimation during the third class awakening to about 15%. However, if refined into the God Blood Potion, that probability jumps to 30%. Additionally, the chance of awakening a talent will also increase slightly. With the amount of Beast God’s Essence Blood you obtained, at least three bottles of the potion can be refined.”

Lin Moyu and Ning Tairan locked eyes.

Lin Moyu quickly deduced Ning Tairan’s intent, “You want to make a deal with me?”

“That’s right!” Ning Tairan admitted without hesitation.

Under Lin Moyu’s steady gaze, Ning Tairan laid out his proposal.

Refining the Beast God’s Essence Blood into God Blood Potion required numerous rare treasures as supplementary materials. Additionally, a highly skilled Concocter was essential for the process.

Ning Tairan offered to handle everything—Lin Moyu wouldn’t have to worry about anything. In return, once the potion was successfully concocted, the three resulting bottles would be divided: one for Lin Moyu, one for Ning Tairan, and one for the Concocter.

Lin Moyu frowned slightly, “Are Concocters really that expensive?”

Ning Yiyi leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear, “They are. That’s the standard rate.”

Seeing this little interaction, Ning Tairan’s brow twitched, but he quickly composed himself, “Godly General Lin, what do you think of this deal?”

From what Ning Tairan had explained, Lin Moyu wouldn’t suffer any loss. The arrangement seemed fair.

After a moment of thought, Lin Moyu raised a key question, “I have just one concern—please answer me honestly, Senior Ning. That bottle you’ll be keeping… who will you give it to?”

Ning Tairan scoffed, immediately understanding Lin Moyu’s implication, “Do you really need to concern yourself with that?”

“I’m just curious.” Lin Moyu’s tone was calm, but his unwavering gaze made it clear he wouldn’t back down without an answer.

Ning Tairan exhaled sharply, “I have only one precious granddaughter. Who else would I give it to if not her?”

Lin Moyu chuckled. That was exactly the answer he wanted, “In that case, I have no objections.”

With the deal settled, Lin Moyu handed over the Beast God's Essence Blood.

After putting it away, Ning Tairan’s gaze shifted toward the Beast God’s Leg Bone. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could, Ning Yiyi cut in.

“Grandpa, don’t tell me you’re after the Beast God’s Leg Bone too? This is a treasure that can help someone ascend to godhood. Moyu needs it just as much.”

Ning Tairan nearly choked on his own breath. He felt as if the treasure he had cherished for over a decade had just grown wings and flown straight into the hands of a smelly kid.

At this moment, Lin Moyu calmly extended the Beast God’s Leg Bone toward him, “Senior Ning, I’d like to use this as a betrothal gift.”

Ning Tairan froze.

Ning Yiyi also went stiff. Her face turned crimson, the redness spreading from her neck to her forehead. Lowering her head, she remained silent.

She had never imagined that Lin Moyu would say such a thing so suddenly.

Ning Tairan stood there, torn. He wanted to refuse, yet his eyes betrayed him. The allure of the Beast God’s Leg Bone was undeniable.

With it, the odds of the old guys in his family ascending to godhood would skyrocket.

But accepting it would mean…

His expression darkened. He felt unwilling, frustrated, and angry!

Lin Moyu spoke again, his voice steady, “This is merely a betrothal gift. I know I’m not worthy yet, but in the future, I’ll come formally—with my teachers and a full dowry—to propose properly.”

Ning Tairan hesitated. The Beast God’s Leg Bone was simply too tempting.

But this marriage proposal…

His gaze shifted to his granddaughter, and he suddenly understood. There was no point in me trying to stop this. She was clearly determined to marry Lin Moyu.

In that case… If I couldn’t stop it, he might as well squeeze some more benefits out of it.

Suddenly, the storm clouding Ning Tairan’s mind cleared.

“Fine, I agree!”

With that, he snatched the Beast God’s Leg Bone and strode off without a second glance.

Lin Moyu’s lips curled into a smirk. He knew he wouldn’t refuse—unless he had lost his mind.