Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu continued to face one challenge after another, cycling through opponents from Mage-type classes, to Knight-type, and finally Assassin-type. Under Meng Anwen's meticulous arrangement, he was exposed to class users of every type, gradually mastering their skills and strategies, all within the constraints of level 40.

As the challenges progressed, Lin Moyu's growth became increasingly rapid. His understanding of the unique characteristics, combat styles, strengths, and weaknesses of each class deepened.

Through this journey, one truth became evident: no class was perfect. Even the most formidable classes had inherent flaws. Lin Moyu's own Necromancer class, capable of defying expectations by challenging level 70 opponents at level 40, was no exception.

While classes themselves were imperfect, class users bore the responsibility to strive for perfection. Though absolute flawlessness was unattainable, the pursuit of it was essential—a cornerstone for becoming a God-level powerhouse.

God-level powerhouses like Yan Kuangsheng and Bai Yiyuan had also achieved a deep understanding of various classes through extensive combat against diverse opponents. Meng Anwen, on the other hand, took a different route, relying on his studies and observations of countless battles to attain the same insight.

Through these methods, they gradually overcame their shortcomings and established a solid foundation. However, their approaches paled in comparison to Lin Moyu’s path.

Lin Moyu immersed himself in the experience of various classes by incarnating as different class users. Despite repeated failures, the insights and benefits he gained far surpassed those of the three God-level powerhouses.

With time, Lin Moyu found his rhythm, and his learning accelerated. As his mastery grew, his opponents began to fare worse with each successive challenge.

Through this process, Lin Moyu synthesized the strengths of different classes, integrating diverse combat styles into a unified whole. He began to break free from traditional class constraints, crafting a combat approach that was uniquely his own. By shattering conventional thinking, Lin Moyu transcended the limitations of any single class, wielding a vast repertoire of techniques with ease.

As the tests progressed, Lin Moyu began to deliberately hold back, aiming to observe and study the core traits of his opponents more thoroughly.

After ten whole days, Lin Moyu had achieved an incredible feat: he defeated all 500 opponents.

Meng Anwen, Bai Yiyuan, and Yan Kuangsheng observed Lin Moyu’s progress with visible admiration.

Bai Yiyuan couldn’t contain his excitement, a smile plastered across his face, “Not bad, not bad at all—better than you were back in the day, Madman Yan.”

Yan Kuangsheng snorted, “Hmph. Much better than you too.”

Meng Anwen stepped in, his tone contemplative, “I think it’s time we moved on to the second stage.”

Bai Yiyuan hesitated, “Don’t you think it’s a bit too soon?”

Meng Anwen shook his head firmly, “Not at all. When you both attempted this stage, it was after your third class awakening. That was far too late. The sooner one gains a clear understanding of their abilities, the better. By the time a class user reaches level 70, many habits are already ingrained, and breaking them becomes nearly impossible.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Yan Kuangsheng nodded as he mulled it over, “You’re not wrong. I had habits I couldn’t shake back then, and they held me back.”

Bai Yiyuan sighed, conceding after some thought, “Alright, you have a point.”

Meng Anwen continued, “Right now, Moyu is like a blank canvas, untouched and unmarked. This is the perfect opportunity to guide him—to shape his potential before it’s too late.”

With the decision made, the three came to a unanimous agreement to commence the second stage of the trial.

The second stage was soon announced.

The 500 individuals still waiting in the independent space were notified. Confusion rippled through the crowd. For years, the Shenxia Tower’s trial had followed strict patterns, with each faction gathering substantial data over time to prepare their participants.

This year, however, things were different.

Participants whispered among themselves, puzzled by the changes. Even the instructors and military officers waiting outside the Shenxia Tower were baffled. They had been waiting for over ten days, yet not a single sign of activity had emerged from within the tower.

In previous trials, the entire process typically took no more than two or three days, with failed participants exiting immediately. What changes had been made to the rules this time?

Unable to contain themselves, some people finally sent a report back.

Not long after, amid a wave of spatial distortion, two figures appeared outside the Shenxia Tower. One, clad in military armor, was clearly a Godly Knight. The other, a Godly Mage, wore robes adorned with the emblem of Xiajing Academy. Despite their different background, both were recognized as godly generals.

As soon as they arrived, their overwhelming aura blanketed the area, making it hard for the participants to breathe. Their presence felt as imposing as the Shenxia Tower itself.

Two words surfaced in everyone's mind: God-level powerhouses.

They were the real deal. But who were they?

In the Shenxia Empire, not every God-level powerhouse was as famous as White God. Some operated in secrecy, their strength undeniable. The exact number of God-level powerhouses in the empire was a mystery. While the empire officially acknowledged around a dozen, most suspected the true number was far higher.

"I think I've seen that Godly Mage before. Isn’t he the former vice-dean of Xiajing Academy?"

"That's him—Vice-Dean Xia Bojian. He stepped down 30 years ago. Who would’ve thought he was a Godly Mage?"

Meanwhile, Xia Xue’s expression turned peculiar as she muttered, "Why is he here?"

Zuo Mei glanced at her curiously, "What’s wrong?"

Xia Xue hesitated before replying, "I’ve met him before. A few years ago, he visited my house. My dad called him Second Grandpa."

Feng Xiu and Zuo Mei were stunned.

Feng Xiu sighed, "So you're a descendant of a God-level family."

Xia Xue shook her head, "I’m not sure. Dad never mentioned it to me."

Perhaps there were special circumstances at play. Feng Xiu and Zuo Mei wisely refrained from pressing further.

After the two figures appeared, the Godly Knight from the military flew toward the Shenxia Tower. However, a powerful force emanated from the tower, blocking his advance.

"White God, please come out and meet me!" He called out.

In response, a flash of light appeared before the Shenxia Tower, and Bai Yiyuan stepped out.

The sight of Bai Yiyuan sparked a wave of commotion. His reputation was legendary.

To the public, Bai Yiyuan was seen as the strongest representative of the Shenxia Empire. His battle record was unparalleled, earning him the title God of Slaughter in foreign nations. With his bare fists, he was said to be capable of killing other God-level powerhouses.

Bai Yiyuan looked at the visitor and spoke with authority, "So, it’s you, Godly General Wang. What brings you here?" His booming voice echoed across the area.

The mention of Godly General Wang jogged people’s memory.

"I remember now! That’s Wang Lin, known as the Slaughter King [1]—a powerhouse nearly on par with White God!"

"Unbelievable. One is the God of Slaughter, and the other is the Slaughter King. What’s going on here?"

"I have a feeling something huge is about to happen."

High above, Wang Lin’s voice was calm but firm, "I came to ask why the rules of the Shenxia Tower’s trial were changed this time."

Bai Yiyuan chuckled lightly, "Do I need your approval to change the rules?"

Wang Lin waved his hand, "Of course not. I’m just curious. After all, the military has people participating in the trial. I want to understand their situation."

Bai Yiyuan replied evenly, "They are safe. If there were any danger within the Shenxia Tower, then humanity would have no truly safe haven."

Wang Lin’s tone shifted, his intent clear, "I want to go inside and take a look."

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, "Wang Lin, are you joking? Don’t forget your position. Do you think you have the qualifications to enter? Giving you 100 slots each year is already more than generous. If you're not satisfied, we can withhold those slots next year."

"You..." Wang Lin's face darkened, but he couldn’t muster a response. The reasons for his silence were known only to himself.

At that moment, Xia Bojian flew forward and addressed Bai Yiyuan, "Sir White God, may I go in and take a look? Xiajing Academy sent 400 students into the tower, and I can’t help but feel concerned."

Though his tone conveyed concern, his real intention was to uncover the truth.

Bai Yiyuan, however, remained unmoved and shook his head, "You may not."

The firm rejection only deepened the suspicions of the two visitors.

Lowering his voice, Xia Bojian said, "I’ve heard that Godly General Lin Moyu is inside. And as your disciple... Could it be—"

Before he could finish, Wang Lin seemed to grasp something and spoke coldly, "Bai Yiyuan, are you perhaps—"

His stance shifted, his posture indicating he might attack at any moment.

Bai Yiyuan, unfazed, cut him off, "Think whatever you like. If you want a fight, I’ll gladly oblige."

Wang Lin chuckled, his body radiating a palpable murderous aura.

Before he could act, however, a massive, pure surge of murderous aura descended. It transformed into a colossal blade, slashing toward Wang Lin with terrifying force.

Wang Lin’s expression changed drastically as he swiftly retreated.

Compared to this blade of murderous aura, his own murderous aura felt insignificant—like a flickering candle against a blazing inferno.

The blade didn’t strike him directly but detonated midair with a deafening boom, sending shockwaves rippling through the area. The murderous aura then withdrew, coiling back like a long dragon.

A figure emerged from the Shenxia Tower—Yan Kuangsheng. His voice carried a mocking edge as he addressed Wang Lin, "Wang Lin, you punk, do you want to be beaten again?"

[1] - the character wang () in Wang Ling's name means king, hence the moniker Slaughter King