Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu extended a finger, and a burst of white light erupted.

Skill: Bone Fangs!

Two thousand white Bone Fangs shot forward, shredding the corpse charging at them into pieces.

His tone was grave as he asked, “How did we end up here?”

Dongfang Yao, visibly shaken, stammered, “I—I don’t know either!”

Lin Moyu coughed lightly, his voice steady, “Don’t panic. Think carefully and tell me—what kind of place is the Putrid Corpse Land?”

Since they were already here, dwelling on how they arrived served no purpose. The priority was understanding their surroundings.

Two more corpses charged at them, moving faster this time. Lin Moyu managed to get a clearer view this time: humanoid shapes with bodies decayed and riddled with holes. By all logic, such creatures should be long dead.

Yet these abominations still moved. Their grotesque forms surged forward with surprising speed, emitting guttural howls.

Lin Moyu unleashed Bone Fangs again, obliterating the two corpses into scattered remnants. Yet, even as their bodies were reduced to pieces, the heads howled relentlessly.

The air grew thick with the stench of decay. Lin Moyu’s brow furrowed as he turned to Dongfang Yao.

“This is the Putrid Corpse Land,” She said hastily, her voice edged with panic, “I don’t know how we ended up here either.”

Lin Moyu cut her off, his tone sharp but controlled, “I know where we are. Calm down and explain properly.”

Dongfang Yao tried to steady herself, but her trembling hands betrayed her fear. Ignoring the nauseating stench, she took a deep breath and spoke, “The Putrid Corpse Land is an ancient, small world. A catastrophic war once raged here, destroying everything. During that war, someone unleashed a horrifying skill. It twisted this entire world, turning everyone into Putrid Corpses.”

“Enough!” Lin Moyu interrupted again, his voice firm, “I’m not asking for a history lesson. What I need to know is what dangers we face here—what we need to watch out for.”

Dongfang Yao flinched at Lin Moyu’s tone and blurted, “I don’t know much about this place. But there’s one thing I do know—whatever happens, don’t let a Putrid Corpse bite you. If you’re bitten, you’ll be infected and turn into one of them.”

Before Lin Moyu could respond, a deafening thunderclap shattered the air. A bolt of lightning, purple with faint white undertones, streaked down and split the earth. Its eerie glow made Lin Moyu’s chest tighten.

Then the rain began.

Instead of cleansing the foul stench of decay, the rain intensified it, saturating the air with the putrid odor.

Lin Moyu’s Bone Armor suddenly shimmered with white light. Alarmed, he exclaimed, “Something’s wrong with the rain!”

The rain was acrid and foul, with strong corrosive properties, enough to trigger his Bone Armor.

“Ah!”

A sharp cry rang out beside him. Lin Moyu turned to see Dongfang Yao grimacing in pain as the rain burned her skin. She conjured a shield and held it above her head like an umbrella.

The rain sizzled on contact with the shield, emitting green smoke as it corroded the surface at a visibly rapid pace.

“A Knight?” Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed, noticing her class for the first time.

But something didn’t add up. A true Knight wouldn’t use their shield this way. Lin Moyu, well-versed in various Knight classes, found Dongfang Yao’s style unusual.

Her shield continued to deteriorate under the rain; it wouldn’t last much longer.

Dongfang Yao’s anxious expression betrayed her growing fear.

Lin Moyu acted decisively. He sent her a party invitation, which Dongfang Yao accepted without hesitation. Then he pointed with his finger.

A radiant glow of white light enveloped her, materializing into gleaming Bone Armor that shielded her from the corrosive rain.

“Th-thank you!” Dongfang Yao stammered in gratitude. Without his intervention, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could have lasted.

Although she had spare shields in her storage, there was no telling how long the rain would last.

Lin Moyu’s tone remained steady as he asked, “What else do you know about the Putrid Corpse Land?”

Dongfang Yao responded hesitantly, “I don’t know much. My rank and level are too low, so my access to information is limited. I only know that this place is extremely dangerous, and escaping it will be very difficult.”

“My father once told me that the reason the Dongfang Family became the ruler of the Shenxia Empire isn’t because we’re especially powerful. It’s because our family bears the heavy responsibility of guarding the Putrid Corpse Land.”

“Long before the Shenxia Empire was founded, the Putrid Corpse Land already existed. At one point, the Putrid Corpses attempted to invade the Human World. An ancestor of our family sacrificed themselves to halt the invasion, buying humanity enough time to recover. Since then, it’s been our family’s duty to guard this place. When the Shenxia Empire was established, our family naturally became its ruler as part of this obligation.”

Lin Moyu listened silently, then retrieved the Abyssal Teleportation Stone.

However, the stone’s surface was now dim and lifeless—it had lost its function.

Two possibilities crossed his mind: either the Putrid Corpse Land was enveloped by a powerful barrier or formation that blocked teleportation, or it was too far from the Abyss for the stone’s energy to reach. The Abyssal Teleportation Stone had a limited range, and judging by how long the teleportation from the royal palace had taken, both scenarios were plausible.

The rain continued to pour, corrosive and foul, yet the smashed remains of the three Putrid Corpses lay undisturbed. Lin Moyu’s sharp eyes caught something unsettling: under the relentless downpour, the severed heads of the corpses began gulping down the rancid water.

To his horror, they showed signs of regeneration. New rotting flesh grew beneath their necks.

The grotesque sight made Dongfang Yao scream again. She couldn’t suppress her terror—after all, she was still a young girl unaccustomed to such horrors.

“Should we leave this place?” She asked, her voice trembling as her wide eyes remained fixed on the grotesque scene.

“Leave? Where to? Which direction would we go?” Lin Moyu’s tone was calm but pointed. The surroundings were pitch-black, filled with the stench of decay, offering no clues about any path.

Dongfang Yao suggested, “We should head toward the center. I remember hearing that the heart of the Putrid Corpse Land contains a secret realm. Inside that secret realm, there’s a teleportation formation that can take us back to the Human World.”

“Why didn’t you mention this earlier?” Lin Moyu asked, his tone sharp.

Dongfang Yao looked embarrassed and muttered, “I was scared... I forgot.”

Lin Moyu sighed but didn’t press the issue, “Fine. Then how do we get to the center?”

Dongfang Yao shook her head helplessly, “I don’t know...”

Great. That was no help at all.

With no sense of direction and no idea how vast the Putrid Corpse Land might be, it was clear the search wouldn’t be easy. Realizing this, Lin Moyu decided against rushing into action.

The area they were in was temporarily safe, so it made sense to plan first. Confronted with such an eerie and hostile environment, caution was paramount.

Since Lin Moyu didn’t move, Dongfang Yao stayed rooted to the spot as well. She huddled close to him, their Bone Armor pressing together. It almost seemed as though she was clinging to him for reassurance.

Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell, but the results were disappointingly sparse.

[Low-level Putrid Corpse]

[Level: 5]

Aside from the name and level, no other information appeared.

Next, Lin Moyu summoned a Skeletal Berserk Warrior, which strode through the corrosive rain toward one of the Putrid Corpses. The skeleton deliberately extended its foot toward the corpse’s mouth.

The Putrid Corpse bit down with its decayed teeth. Lin Moyu sensed only a negligible amount of damage to the Skeletal Berserk Warrior—hardly worth noting. The Putrid Corpse’s attack power was abysmal; its strength attribute couldn’t exceed 100 points.

In fact, the corrosive rain posed a far greater threat than the Putrid Corpse itself.

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior hefted its axe and brought it down heavily, splitting the corpse’s head in two with a loud crack.

There was no blood—it was just like splitting firewood. Yet, disturbingly, even with its head cleaved in two, the Putrid Corpse’s mouth continued to move.

Under the relentless rain, its head began to show signs of regeneration.

“Can’t be killed?” Lin Moyu muttered to himself.

He commanded the Skeletal Berserk Warrior to piece the two halves of the Putrid Corpse’s head back together.

In moments, the head fused into a whole, marked by a grotesque scar.

Dongfang Yao, overwhelmed by fear, shut her eyes tightly, unwilling to look at the unnerving scene. She couldn’t understand why Lin Moyu was doing this.

Lin Moyu had the Skeletal Berserk Warrior strike again—this time using the back of its axe to crush the corpse’s head. The crushed remains were then pieced back together, and to Lin Moyu’s shock, the mangled head began mending itself under the rain.

The sight was as horrifying as it was fascinating.

Dongfang Yao clung to Lin Moyu from behind, too terrified to speak.