Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

In the White God Courtyard, Bai Yiyuan shot over ten meters into the air.

With a loud bang, his chair exploded into fragments, scattering debris across the ground. If not for Meng Anwen's quick reflexes, the entire courtyard might have been wrecked.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Bai Yiyuan’s power surged uncontrollably, his God-level aura rippling through the surroundings. He grabbed Lin Moyu’s shoulders and demanded, "Say that again."

Lin Moyu, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, repeated his attributes once more.

[Name: Lin Moyu]

[Class: Necrolord (unique)]

[Level: 45 (2.00%)]

[Strength: 68,110]

[Agility: 68,110]

[Physique: 84,110]

Bai Yiyuan still couldn't believe his ears and asked Lin Moyu to repeat it.

Important things were worth saying three times.

After hearing it a third time, he finally accepted that his ears weren’t deceiving him.

Meng Anwen, though also shaken, remained far calmer than Bai Yiyuan—at least his chair didn’t explode, though it was now covered in cracks.

Bai Yiyuan exclaimed, "That means your total attributes exceed 350,000?"

Meng Anwen, trying to keep his voice steady, corrected him, "374,790."

Bai Yiyuan counted on his fingers, "Level 45 mid-tier legendary class users barely surpass 100,000 in total attributes… You’ve outclassed them by over 270,000!"

"Damn! Your strength surpasses Warriors, your agility outpaces Assassins, and your physique puts Knights to shame."

"Are you even a Mage?"

Bai Yiyuan scrutinized Lin Moyu from head to toe, his piercing gaze making Lin Moyu’s hair stand on end.

Meng Anwen chuckled, "Old Bai, act normal."

Bai Yiyuan shot back, "What do you mean? I am normal! It’s this kid who's not!"

Meng Anwen smiled, "Moyu reached this stage by pushing every aspect to its absolute limit."

His gaze locked onto Lin Moyu, "Moyu, do you understand the significance of your existence?"

Lin Moyu shook his head. He had never thought that far ahead—his focus had always been on doing his best, not contemplating his own importance.

Meng Anwen continued, "You are a towering peak."

"You will show future generations the true limits of the human race."

"Right now, you are the pinnacle for high-level class users."

"When you undergo your third class awakening and then ascend to God-level, you will become the pinnacle of humanity itself."

Lin Moyu hadn't expected such high praise. He felt slightly overwhelmed.

Bai Yiyuan added, "I don’t know how powerful Transcendent God-level powerhouses are, but when you reach level 97, you might just be able to challenge them."

His words were almost absurd.

At higher levels, even a single level difference meant an enormous gap in power. Fighting above one's level grew exponentially harder.

But Lin Moyu couldn’t refute him, "Teacher, I don’t know if I can do it, but if there’s a chance, I’ll try."

Meng Anwen chuckled, "You’d need a Transcendent God-level powerhouse for that."

But there were no Transcendent God-level powerhouses among humans. Who could Lin Moyu possibly test himself against?

Bai Yiyuan grinned, "Once you reach God-level, I’ll take you to the Abyss. We’ll use those Demon bastards to test your strength."

Lin Moyu smiled faintly, "Alright."

When it came to Demons, he would show no mercy.

Meng Anwen continued, "With your current attributes, plus the Elemental Divine Stone and the God Blood Potion, your chances of class sublimation during your third class awakening have already exceeded 70%."

"But that’s still not foolproof. We need to find ways to increase the chances further."

Bai Yiyuan interjected, "The old man has a treasure that greatly boosts class sublimation during the third class awakening."

Meng Anwen shook his head, "There’s no point in bringing that up. He must have used it already."

Lin Moyu nodded. He knew Lin Mohan had undergone two class sublimations, so the treasure had likely been spent on her.

Bai Yiyuan clarified, "I’m not asking for the item itself, but for the place where he got it."

Meng Anwen immediately dismissed the idea, "No use asking. The old man won’t tell you. He’s ridiculously tight-lipped. Push him too hard, and he might just beat you up and throw you out."

Bai Yiyuan frowned, "Then what do we do?"

It was clear he genuinely wanted to help Lin Moyu maximize his chances.

Lin Moyu offered a solution, "How about I ask my sister to inquire about it?"

Bai Yiyuan clapped his hands, "Great idea!"

But Meng Anwen shook his head, "Actually, there’s no need to ask. I can deduce it myself."

Bai Yiyuan turned to him, "Then why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Ignoring him, Meng Anwen continued, "First, the old man only obtained that treasure after reaching God-level. He was so excited that he went around searching for a disciple."

Bai Yiyuan nodded, "That’s right. Back then, he regretted failing to achieve class sublimation during his own third class sublimation, which he regretted greatly. He once said he was determined to make sure his disciple succeeded in two class sublimations."

Meng Anwen’s eyes sharpened, "Then do you remember where the old man went after becoming a God-level powerhouse?"

Bai Yiyuan thought for a long time but couldn’t recall, “That was ages ago—I’ve long forgotten. Just spill it out.”

Meng Anwen said, “The old man made a trip to the Immemorial Battlefield. Back then, there were rumors he was searching for a spatial channel.”

Lin Moyu and Bai Yiyuan’s eyes lit up simultaneously, “He went to the upper layer’s core area!”

Meng Anwen nodded, “Exactly. My guess is that he ventured into the core area of the upper layer. That means the treasure must be linked to that boss there.”

Bai Yiyuan’s eyes gleamed, “Moyu, didn’t the Righteous God give you something to bring to that boss? Plus, it seems like that boss wants to strike a deal with you. Why not ask about it when the time comes?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Alright. I plan to go there after reaching level 50.”

Meng Anwen cautioned, “No rush. Your third class awakening is still a long way off, and the core area is extremely dangerous. Those ancient bosses are no joke.”

Lin Moyu then recounted what had happened in the Ancestral Land—how Zhou Lesheng had colluded with the Demon Worship Society and attempted to wipe them out.

Bai Yiyuan sneered, “The Zhou Family… I’ve disliked them for a long time. Just because they possess the Sacred Light Knight bloodline, they act like they’re above the military and the empire.”

“This time, we need a thorough investigation. Let’s see what skeletons they have hidden in their closet.”

Meng Anwen sneered, “The Demon Worship Society has been getting bolder these past two years. Their activities are ramping up.”

“They think that by infiltrating the military, the empire, and the major families, they can ensure their safety.”

“One big fish after another has surfaced. The list of names is complete. It’s time for a reckoning.”

No matter how secretive the Demon Worship Society was, they were bound to leave traces.

Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan’s people had been investigating for a long time, compiling an extensive list of names.

But to avoid alerting the enemy, they had only taken action against a select few—those deemed necessary targets.

For instance, the individuals in the military who had set up Lin Moyu during the dungeon explosion incident—they had already been dealt with.

At the time, both Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan had flown into a rage, their fury palpable, making it seem as though they were simply outraged over their disciple being tricked.

This misled the Demon Worship Society into believing that as long as their hidden members remained inactive, they wouldn’t be exposed.

Little did they know, Meng Anwen had already gathered a comprehensive list of names.

“Where’s Teacher Yan?” Lin Moyu suddenly asked, realizing he hadn’t seen Yan Kuangsheng since returning.

Bai Yiyuan scoffed, “That madman went to the Bloody Land. Said he had a breakthrough in his murderous aura and wanted to test it against the Bloodthirsty Pythons.”

“As if we don’t know him—he was just itching for a fight, nothing more.”

Meng Anwen chuckled, “I actually think Old Yan might genuinely break through this time. If he reaches level 96, you might be in for a beating or two.”

Bai Yiyuan waved him off, “Hah! I doubt he’ll reach level 96. But even if he does, do you think I’d be afraid of him?”

Lin Moyu smiled slightly. Despite their constant bickering, if a real battle broke out, Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng would undoubtedly stand side by side.

Just then, Lin Moyu’s communicator vibrated.

He glanced at the screen, and his expression shifted slightly, “Teachers, my friend is in danger.”

The message was from Shi Xing’an.

It contained only a location and two words: Save me.

Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. Without hesitation, he shared the location with Meng Anwen.

Meng Anwen’s eyes narrowed, “It’s in the Dimensional Battlefield, near Fortress No. 4.”

The Shenxia Tower emerged out of the blue, quickly calculating the teleportation node.

Bai Yiyuan patted Lin Moyu’s shoulder, “I’m coming with you.”

Lin Moyu had been about to ask him to join. Something about this message felt off.

Shi Xing’an wasn’t the type to send such a distress call.

Meng Anwen completed the calculations, his voice low, “Get ready—go!”

A beam of light descended.

In an instant, the two vanished.