Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The Beast God's True Body was gone. Completely gone. What stood before them instead was just the Beast God's Projection.

"What’s going on?"

"Did we miscalculate the respawn time?"

"Impossible! There's no way we got the timing wrong!"

"Even if we did… then what about the Chuangshi and Yanhuang Institutes? Did they also miscalculate?"

There was no way all three elite institutes had made the same mistake. Yet, they refused to believe that anyone could be faster than them.

"Forget it for now. Let’s kill the Beast God's Projection first—then figure out what happened."

There was no other choice. They had to defeat the boss before searching for answers.

At the same time, the exact same scene played out in the dungeon spaces of the Chuangshi and Yanhuang Institutes.

And what did he get for his patience? A mere Beast God’s Projection.

Confusion clouded the air, thick and suffocating.

Meanwhile, the culprit behind all of this—Lin Moyu—was completely unaware of the chaos he had caused.

He was simply level grinding with Ning Yiyi, enjoying the moment without a care in the world.

The three great institutes’ parties finally defeated the Beast God’s Projection and exited the dungeon—almost simultaneously.

In the Dungeon Hall, dozens of figures appeared abruptly.

The students of the three great institutes glared at one another, their hostility barely concealed. None of them were willing to back down.

Then, their gazes drifted to the light screen displaying the dungeon’s records.

[Lin Moyu: 9 minutes, 43 seconds]

For a second, no one spoke. Then, a chorus of shocked cries erupted.

"How is this possible?!"

"No way! This has to be a mistake!"

"Did the dungeon glitch?! Even if it's Lin Moyu... even if it's him, this can’t be real!"

Disbelief spread like wildfire.

But amidst the chaos, Ling Yizhan remained the calmest of them all. To him, this result wasn’t shocking—it was simply inevitable. He knew exactly how terrifying Lin Moyu’s skills were.

At level 30, Lin Moyu had single-handedly worn down a level 58 world rank boss. Now, after his second class awakening, his power had only skyrocketed.

If even they could take down the Beast God's True Body, then Lin Moyu could probably obliterate it in an instant.

Ling Yizhan let out a quiet sigh. This was an outcome he hadn’t expected, but he didn’t blame Lin Moyu. And even if he did, what could he do? At most, he had wasted two months—nothing he couldn’t live with.

With a composed expression, Ling Yizhan turned to his party and said, "Let’s go back."

“Ling Yizhan!” A voice rang out, halting him in his tracks.

Ling Yizhan recognized it instantly—Fang Chao, the leader of the Chuangshen Institute's party.

Like him, Fang Chao had suppressed his level specifically for the Beast God Plateau dungeon.

In fact, Fang Chao had endured even longer—probable half a year, all for this moment.

Ling Yizhan turned to look at him, “Fang Chao, what do you want?”

His voice carried an undercurrent of arrogance.

While he acknowledged Lin Moyu, he had no intention of recognizing anyone else—not even the geniuses of the Chuangshen Institute.

Fang Chao asked, “You’re just going to leave? Aren’t you going to investigate what happened?”

Ling Yizhan let out a laugh, "Isn't it obvious? Godly General Lin raided the dungeon—and he did it faster than us."

Fang Chao snorted, “Is such a result even conceivable?”

Ling Yizhan uttered, "Fang Chao, are you unconvinced? If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe it either. But if it’s Godly General Lin… this result is entirely conceivable.”

Fang Chao’s face darkened, “So, you’re one of his followers now?”

Ling Yizhan shook his head, “What does it matter to you?”

Without another glance, he turned and left, his party following close behind.

Seeing his decisive departure, the Yanhuang Institute’s party leader fell into silent contemplation before making his own choice, "Let’s go."

And just like that, the Yanhuang Institute’s party also withdrew.

Only the Chuangshen Institute’s party remained, standing there motionless, their faces filled with unwillingness.

Lin Moyu’s record was too absurd—so absurd that they refused to accept it.

The most prideful individuals of Xiajing Academy were largely gathered at the Chuangshen Institute.

Each of them was a top-tier genius, individuals who normally wouldn’t even fully acknowledge each other, let alone an outsider.

They had heard countless stories about Lin Moyu, but they had never truly believed them.

Now… they had no choice.

"Party leader, should we head back and ask the teacher what's going on?"

Fang Chao hesitated for a moment before giving a firm nod.

He was proud, but he wasn’t a fool. With his status, there was no way he could get to the bottom of this alone. His only option was to return to the institute and seek guidance from his teacher.

Just then, the air rippled nearby, and a man and a woman appeared outside the dungeon.

Everyone's expression shifted.

Fang Chao barked, “Lin Moyu!”

Hearing his name, Lin Moyu glanced up, his gaze landing on a tall, burly man clad in full platinum rank equipment.

Lin Moyu didn’t recognize him, “Who are you?”

Fang Chao introduced himself, “I’m Fang Chao, from the Chuangshen Institute. Lin Moyu, I want to know how you cleared the dungeon in that time.”

Lin Moyu’s brows furrowed slightly. The arrogance in Fang Chao’s tone was irritating.

Ning Yiyi smirked, "Are you serious? Why on earth should we tell you?"

Fang Chao’s eyes flickered with irritation, “I’m asking him, not you.”

Lin Moyu’s voice remained calm, but his tone sharpened, “I have no obligation to tell you. And let me give you a warning—mind your status and watch your tone.”

Fang Chao huffed, "I'm a genius of the Chuangshen Institute. Sooner or later, I will become a godly general—and even step into the ranks of the God-level."

Lin Moyu’s gaze turned icy. Yet, his voice remained steady, indifferent, “Then come talk to me when you become a godly general. For now—step aside. You’re blocking my dungeon run.”

Fang Chao snorted, "I just have a few questions. Answer them, and I'll move."

In his eyes, Lin Moyu was merely level 42 and had only become a godly general by sheer luck. As for the rumors? He had never taken them seriously. There were far too many exaggerated tales in the world.

He himself was level 50, clad in top-tier platinum rank equipment. Even if he couldn’t defeat Lin Moyu, the gap couldn't be that wide.

Lin Moyu’s eyes darkened, “This is the Dungeon Hall, the academy. I won’t fight you here. Move.”

Fang Chao didn’t budge, “I told you—answer my questions, and I’ll let you pass.”

The Dungeon Hall trembled. A suffocating murderous aura descended, engulfing Fang Chao.

Within Lin Moyu’s spirit world, the Domain Divine Stone spun wildly, unleashing the killing aura he had amassed—after slaughtering armies in the Immemorial and Dimensional Battlefields, razing Abyssal cities, and battling Putrid Corpses.

Now unleashed, it was almost tangible.

Fang Chao’s vision blurred. Hallucinations consumed him—blades slashed from all sides, corpses lunged, gnashing their teeth. He felt his body being torn apart.

A scream tore from his throat as he collapsed.

The illusions vanished. He realized it had all been in his mind.

"Such pathetic display." Lin Moyu sneered, taking Ning Yiyi with him as they stepped past Fang Chao and teleported back into the dungeon.

Fang Chao gasped for air, drenched in cold sweat.

The visions had felt too real—so real that sheer terror had gripped him.

"What… was that?" His mind reeled. He knew Lin Moyu was behind it, but the power he had just witnessed was beyond comprehension.

His teammates rushed over, helping him up. Still shaken, Fang Chao hesitated before muttering, "Let's head back."

He needed answers. His teacher would know.

Inside the dungeon, Ning Yiyi asked playfully, "What just happened? That guy collapsed like he’d seen a ghost. He looked terrified."

Lin Moyu replied casually, "Just a little murderous aura to scare him. Didn’t expect him to crumble so easily."

Ning Yiyi scoffed, "With nerves like that, he actually dared to confront you? What a joke."

Lin Moyu chuckled, "Forget him. Let’s move on..."

Meanwhile, Mo Xinghe’s God-level aura surged, growing stronger with each passing moment. Hours later, it reached its peak.

Then—like a thunderclap—it vanished in an instant.

The next moment, Mo Xinghe appeared in midair. Beside him stood a Unicorn—almost identical to Mo Xinghai’s.

A God-level Summoner with a God-level Holy Spirit Unicorn.

The Mo Family was of a Summoner lineage.

Mo Xinghe had undergone class sublimation, ascending from a mid-tier legendary-class Holy Spirit Summoner to a God-level Summoner.

Though he had only just reached the God-level, his strength was already formidable.

At this stage, power wasn’t just about level—it was also about class tier.

For instance, a mid-tier legendary rank class user who ascended to the God-level, like Mo Xinghe, far outmatched a low-tier legendary rank class user at the same level 90.

Ning Tairan chuckled, "Congratulations."

The surrounding crowd followed suit.

"Congratulations on becoming a God-level powerhouse, Dean Mo!"

Mo Xinghe clasped his hands toward Ning Tairan, "Thank you, Old Ning."

Ning Tairan waved dismissively, "My work here is done. I'm leaving."