Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

As the person in charge of the Dungeon Hall, Ning Tairan held significant authority, with the unique privilege to access and monitor the dungeons in the hall at will.

On the screen, Lin Moyu stood before a secret realm entrance. This was undoubtedly the secret realm left behind by Righteous God 632 years ago.

Bai Yiyuan asked urgently, “Did Righteous God mention anything else about this secret realm? Is it dangerous?”

Ning Tairan shook his head, “Nothing more is known.”

Yan Kuangsheng quickly asked, “Can you send a message into the dungeon?”

Ning Tairan nodded, “Yes, I can.”

Meanwhile, inside the dungeon, Lin Moyu felt bewildered. He had just cleared the dungeon, but then a secret realm entrance suddenly appeared before him. He knew dungeons could exist within secret realms, but a secret realm appearing within a dungeon? This defied everything he knew.

From the secret realm entrance, Lin Moyu felt an overwhelming yet familiar aura—the aura of a human God-level powerhouse. Yan Kuangsheng and Bai Yiyuan possessed a similar aura, signaling that this secret realm was linked to a human God-level powerhouse.

“Moyu, can you hear me?” Bai Yiyuan’s voice resonated in Lin Moyu's ears.

Bai Yiyuan continued, “Listen closely to what I’m about to say.” He began recounting the story of Jiang Yi.

Lin Moyu had heard of Jiang Yi—a God-level powerhouse from centuries past—but knew little about his feats. He had only come across the name in historical records. Now, he learned that Jiang Yi was one of the greatest powerhouses in human history, nearing the level of a Transcendent God. He had single-handedly battled 50 Demon Kings, killing 30 and severely injuring 20—an unmatched display of combat prowess.

This secret realm, it turned out, was left behind by such a formidable figure. No wonder it radiated a familiar aura.

“Moyu, no one has ever entered this secret realm before. Its contents are a mystery. There may be opportunities—or dangers. The choice to enter is yours.” Bai Yiyuan advised.

Though he was Moyu’s teacher, he knew he couldn’t guide him every step of the way; Lin Moyu had to carve his own path to surpass him someday. Bai Yiyuan, along with Yan Kuangsheng and Meng Anwen, all held great hopes for Lin Moyu’s future.

The choice was Lin Moyu’s alone.

After a moment’s thought, Lin Moyu made his decision, “I’ll go in.”

He trusted that Jiang Yi wouldn’t harm his own kind. Taking a deep breath, Lin Moyu stepped boldly into the secret realm.

The moment he entered, the projection created by Ning Tairan vanished. Ning Tairan lacked the authority to observe what occurred inside the secret realm.

The expressions of the four grew serious. From this moment on, everything rested on Lin Moyu. It was his decision, and they had to respect it.

“I’ll head back now. Yiyi is still grinding, and I need to keep an eye on her.” Ning Tairan said.

“How much longer until Yiyi comes out?” Meng Anwen asked.

Ning Tairan shook his head, “Hard to say. It depends on her progress. It could still take a while.”

Meng Anwen nodded and fell silent.

Bai Yiyuan uttered, “When Yiyi returns, let the two of them get married and have children.”

Ning Tairan’s eyebrows shot up, and his mouth twitched, “Yiyi is still young. I’m her grandfather and not in any rush—why are you, an outsider, so eager?”

Bai Yiyuan chuckled. “Future in-law, I’m just looking forward to holding my grand-disciples.”

Yan Kuangsheng joined in with a grin, “In-law Ning, I want to hold my grand-disciples too.”

“You two are birds of a feather. If you want grand-disciples so badly, go make them yourselves.” Ning Tairan snorted, then stormed off, frustration etched on his face.

After all, Ning Yiyi was his beloved granddaughter, the apple of his eye. He had raised her with great care and couldn’t bear to let her marry so soon.

Meanwhile, inside the secret realm, Lin Moyu found himself surrounded by mountains, flowing rivers, chirping birds, and the sweet scent of flowers—a hidden paradise.

This was the secret realm left by Jiang Yi. Given Jiang Yi’s title as Righteous God, Lin Moyu decided to call it the Righteous God Secret Realm.

At first glance, the Righteous God Secret Realm resembled the outside world so closely that only careful observation could reveal its unique nature. Lin Moyu felt God-level aura emanating from the landscape itself. In fact, the entire secret realm was suffused with this aura.

“Reportedly, this secret realm was created by Righteous God before his fall. A level 98 God-level powerhouse, wielding unimaginable strength, could actually create a secret realm. It’s unbelievable!”

At his feet, a brook meandered into the distance. Lin Moyu bent down and touched the water, “As expected, it’s water element.”

The brook wasn’t made of actual water but of concentrated water element. Similarly, the grass, earth, sky, mountains, and trees were all composed of various elements. Lin Moyu was amazed that the elements could be used in such a way.

But it wasn’t just the elements. Everything in the secret realm pulsed with a vibrant, familiar sensation: soul power. The entire secret realm was imbued not only with elemental energy but also with soul power.

Lin Moyu’s eyes widened in shock. Righteous God still existed—his body may have perished, but his soul and will endured.

“A God-level powerhouse… truly incredible.” He muttered.

After walking for some time, Lin Moyu saw a narrow trail winding ahead. It led to a small village with dozens of houses scattered in an unorganized pattern. Smoke curled upward, suggesting that someone was living there. Lin Moyu had just stepped onto the trail when he suddenly sprang back. A sword dropped from above, slicing through the spot where he had just been.

The blade was razor-sharp, cutting through the earth effortlessly, as if it were soft tofu. It embedded itself deep in the ground, with only the hilt visible. Moments later, a young man appeared beside the sword, gripped the hilt, and smoothly pulled it out. Although the weapon seemed ordinary at first glance, the sudden attack had put Lin Moyu on alert.

“If you wish to pass, kill me—or be killed by me.” The young man said bluntly, leveling his sword at Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu noticed star rings circling the young man’s wrists—symbols of the legendary class: Divine Swordsman. Four star rings indicated the opponent's level ranged between level 40 and level 49.

Instinctively, Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell, but it failed, revealing nothing. His wariness deepened. This unexpected opponent was far from ordinary.

The young man, still pointing his sword at Lin Moyu, said, "The Detection spell won’t work on me. I am a level 39 Divine Swordsman. If you want to pass, kill me—or be killed by me and remain here forever."

His declaration confirmed it—he was indeed a Divine Swordsman, the same class as Tang Jianfei, whom Lin Moyu had faced during the class user competition. But something about this felt off. A level 39 Divine Swordsman should only have three star rings. The fourth star ring should only appear after level 40.

Why did this opponent possess four star rings at level 39? The anomaly was puzzling.

It was clear the opponent wouldn’t answer any questions. In that case, Lin Moyu resolved to eliminate him. He had already determined that the other party wasn’t a real person, so he saw no reason to hold back.

Skill: Deterioration Curse!

Lin Moyu tapped the air with his finger, sending a red light radiating outward. A scarlet sword bound by a chain materialized above the Divine Swordsman’s head. The curse had taken hold.

In response, one of the star rings on the Divine Swordsman’s wrists flared brilliantly. His sword let out a low hum as he surged with radiant sword energy that enveloped his entire body. The curse shattered in an instant, ripped apart by the sheer force of the sword energy.

Before Lin Moyu could react, the Divine Swordsman launched forward, using an incomprehensible footwork that left afterimages trailing in his wake. His speed was blinding.

Lin Moyu couldn’t gauge the full extent of the other party’s attributes, but it was evident that he was outmatched in speed. However, that didn’t matter. His next move didn’t require him to have clear sight of the opponent.

At the start of the battle, Lin Moyu had already locked onto the opponent’s presence.

A flame ignited in his palm. This was the first time Lin Moyu wielded Soul Blaze after his second class awakening. Now at level 40, the Soul Blaze shimmered with a hint of golden light, resembling starlight in its beauty but radiating a lethal aura.

With the talent's fifty-fold amplification, Lin Moyu's spirit attribute had nearly quintupled. He wasn’t entirely sure how formidable Soul Blaze had become. Previously, unleashing it at full strength could nearly guarantee the defeat of class users of the same level in an instant.

The moment the Soul Blaze emerged, the Divine Swordsman’s expression shifted from composed to alarmed, “A soul attack skill!”

Before he could react further, the flame struck his forehead. The Divine Swordsman let out a piercing scream, his body wavering as he fought against the overwhelming pain. The agony inflicted by Soul Blaze was unbearable—its intensity increased with the skill’s level, inflicting excruciating torment.

A split second later, another one of the star rings on the Divine Swordsman's wrists burst, and he recovered instantaneously. At the same time, a surge of sword energy shot out, hurtling straight at Lin Moyu.

Bone Armor surrounding Lin Moyu absorbed the brunt of the attack, flickering under the impact but holding firm. The flame of Soul Blaze smoldered in his palm, ready for another strike.

A glimmer of fear crossed the Divine Swordsman’s face. He activated another star ring, and in an instant, torrents of sword energy coalesced around him, forming a dense, entrapping web.

Skill: Sword Energy Marsh!