Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

A massive mushroom cloud erupted into the sky. The explosion was earth-shattering, with shockwaves ripping across the land. Even the fortress a thousand meters away rumbled violently, its sturdy walls seemingly on the verge of collapse as large stones tumbled down. The tops of several tall buildings shattered, scattering debris throughout the fortress.

When the level 70 Dragonkind Battle General self-destructed, the destruction reached even the distant fortress, leaving everyone stunned and speechless.

Ni Jun's expression darkened. He was certain that Lin Moyu couldn’t have survived. An explosion of that scale would be fatal for anyone, even a level 70 human class user, unless they were a Knight. Lin Moyu was only level 37. Although his combat power was extraordinary—strong enough to decimate armies and face off against a level 70 Dragonkind Battle General—his weakness was obvious: his level. His attributes and health were far too low.

Earlier, Ni Jun had sensed Lin Moyu’s health, which was similar to that of an ordinary level 37 class user, not even on par with a level 37 Knight.

Zhang Qian's mouth twitched as if he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. After a long while, he finally muttered with deep regret, "What a pity."

Ni Jun sighed, “Who would have expected the enemy to self-destruct? Lin Moyu must have pushed him to the absolute limit.”

Zhang Qian added, “Even the Dragonkind couldn’t have foreseen that, after restricting Lin Moyu’s summoning skills, he would still have such overwhelming combat strength.”

Without his Enhance Troops skill and the undead legions, Lin Moyu wouldn’t stand a chance against the Dragonkind Battle General. It was purely bad timing for the enemy. Had the Dragonkind Battle General arrived just a few seconds later, it would’ve been Lin Moyu making the retreat instead.

Everyone felt a deep sense of pity for Lin Moyu.

As the light from the explosion faded and the mushroom cloud disappeared, a figure slowly came into view. The figure glowed with a familiar white sheen. Lin Moyu, clad in his Bone Armor, was walking back calmly, completely unscathed.

"Oh my god! He survived!"

"This is unreal! He made it through that huge explosion."

"How is that possible?"

"His defensive skill must be insanely strong."

The crowd couldn't believe their eyes—Lin Moyu was still alive. The ones most overjoyed by this were Ni Jun and Zhang Qian. From their perspective, humanity desperately needed a genius like Lin Moyu, the kind that might only emerge once in a century. If he were allowed to fully mature, it would be an incredible boon for the entire human race.

Lin Moyu returned to the fortress, completely unharmed. Meanwhile, the skeletons in his summon space were quickly recovering.

The self-destruction of the level 70 Dragonkind Battle General had been devastating, shattering his Bone Armor instantly. However, his Damage Transfer skill activated, redirecting a massive amount of damage to his skeletons and Lich Generals.

The Summon Health Link talent spread the damage evenly among his summons, and though they were badly injured, none had died. They would fully recover in less than half a day inside the summon space.

"The self-destruct was primarily a physical attack." Lin Moyu reflected, "With my 50% physical damage immunity, a significant portion of the damage was mitigated. But I’ll need to be more careful moving forward. If there were two Dragonkind Battle Generals or high-level Demons self-destructing simultaneously, I might not be as lucky. And if a boss above level 60 self-destructs, I probably wouldn’t survive."

He paused, considering the dangers ahead. As a Summoner and Mage, Lin Moyu knew he shouldn't be at the front lines, but his reliance on the Damage Transfer skill had made him too complacent. Now, as he faced stronger and stronger enemies, it was clear he needed to be more cautious.

"If only my defense was as high as the Lich Generals'. I'd be much safer."

The Lich Generals had incredibly high physique, boasting the greatest defense and health among all his summons. If Lin Moyu's physique matched theirs, he would be much more secure—but that was just wishful thinking. Even if he became a Knight, he could never reach the physical defense of a Lich General, which was developed at the expense of their other three attributes.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Lin Moyu noticed the many admiring gazes directed his way. Inside the fortress, all the soldiers and most of the class users were watching him like he was a returning hero. They saluted him in unison, shouting, "Godly General!"

His purple military badge radiated nobility. Though it had no stars, a godly general was still a godly general. In the military hierarchy, this military rank symbolized the highest honor and prestige.

Even the Twelve Councillors who governed the Shenxia Empire couldn’t compare to a godly general in terms of status. When they encountered one, they, too, had to bow respectfully. After all, the military was the foundation of the Shenxia Empire.

Godly general was not only a military rank but also a symbol of immense contribution.

Lin Moyu nodded to the crowd, and the simple gesture made every soldier feel honored. To them, becoming a godly general was a lifelong goal, yet Lin Moyu had achieved this at level 37. He was a prodigy—the greatest genius of his generation.

Ni Jun and Zhang Qian descended from the command platform and saluted Lin Moyu. Lin Moyu smiled and said, "Master Zhang, long time no see."

Zhang Qian laughed heartily, “Godly General Lin, long time no see! I always knew you were no ordinary character, but I never imagined you'd become a godly general so quickly.”

Lin Moyu smiled back, “I just got lucky. Thank you for presiding over my awakening ceremony that day. If it had been someone else, I might have awakened into a completely different class.”

Zhang Qian, visibly flattered, waved his hand, his old face lighting up. "No, no, this is all thanks to your remarkable aptitude, Godly General Lin. I merely oversaw the awakening formation—it was all you."

Ni Jun said with a smile, “Now that the battle at our fortress is over, what’s your next destination, Godly General Lin?”

Lin Moyu asked, “What’s the situation at the other fortresses?”

Zhang Qian responded, "I just checked, and things are stable. Would you consider offering support to another fortress?"

Lin Moyu shook his head, “If everything’s under control, there’s no need for me to go and steal military merit. I’ve already taken everyone’s share here, for which I’d like to apologize.”

His voice carried through the fortress, reaching the ears of everyone present. The soldiers and class users quickly waved their hands in response, indicating there was no need for apologies.

Though Lin Moyu had indeed claimed all the military merit, it was he who had single-handedly defeated the Drake Legion. The others had only watched from the sidelines without lifting a finger. Even if the military merit were shared, Lin Moyu would still have received the majority regardless. At most, they would receive a few hundred military merit, which wouldn't make much of a difference to them.

Besides, Lin Moyu had handled the battle entirely on his own, sparing them from risking their lives in battle. No one begrudged him for taking all the spoils.

Just then, a teleportation formation lit up, and a Knight clad in dusty armor rushed out. His fighting spirit was still palpable, clearly indicating he had just come from the battlefield. Judging by his aura, he was a high-level class user.

The Knight charged out of the formation, shouting urgently, “Where is the Dragonkind Battle General?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was off. The area was too quiet, with no signs of ongoing combat, completely unlike the chaos he had left behind at Fortress No. 8.

Ni Jun smiled, “The Dragonkind Battle General is already dead.”

The Knight stood there, stunned. His eyes swept over the area in disbelief, “Dead? How? None of you are even level 60. How could you possibly defeat a Dragonkind Battle General?”

Having faced Dragonkind Battle Generals before, he knew all too well how formidable they were.

Ni Jun calmly explained, “He was cornered by Godly General Lin and ended up self-destructing.”

Godly General... Lin? The Knight grew even more perplexed. As far as he knew, all the godly generals were stationed at Fortress No. 9. When had one arrived here at Fortress No. 6? Still, he didn’t doubt Ni Jun’s words.

Following Ni Jun’s gaze, the Knight’s eyes landed on Lin Moyu, who was standing quietly nearby. His attention immediately went to the gleaming purple badge on Lin Moyu’s shoulder—a godly general. Though there were no stars on the badge, it didn’t diminish its significance.

The Knight immediately snapped to attention and saluted, “Sacred Knight Dong Feng greets Godly General!”

Dong Feng held the rank of five-star colonel, still several steps away from becoming a godly general himself.

Lin Moyu nodded, “Hello, Colonel Dong Feng. Thank you for coming to assist.”

Dong Feng’s voice was firm, “Just following orders. But with you here, Godly General, a mere Dragonkind Battle General is nothing.”

Dong Feng didn’t even question Lin Moyu’s level. In his mind, Lin Moyu had to be concealing his true power—level 37 was just a facade. He assumed Lin Moyu was at least level 87.

After exchanging a few more words, Lin Moyu retired to rest, following Ni Jun’s arrangements. He couldn’t leave the Dimensional Battlefield just yet, as the fighting at the other fortresses was still ongoing.

Sitting inside a hut, Lin Moyu sighed to himself, “I've reached level 37 in the blink of an eye, sparing me a lot of effort.” A slight frown crossed his face, “Too bad the Corpse Explosion skill couldn’t be upgraded.”