Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu stood frozen, staring at the bizarre scene before him. Something felt profoundly wrong.

He refused to believe in the existence of truly unkillable beings. Even Desolate Beasts could be slain. How could mere level-5 low-level Putrid Corpses defy death?

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior struck again, reducing the shattered remains into even finer fragments, ensuring they couldn’t merge back together. Yet, under the relentless rain, the slimy pieces began regenerating—independently.

A sense of unease crept over Lin Moyu.

Dongfang Yao, summoning her courage, peeked out from behind Lin Moyu. Her eyes landed on the gruesome sight of an axe smashing a head. Overcome by nausea, she quickly shut her eyes again, her face pale.

Lin Moyu paid her no mind. Deciding the first Putrid Corpse was no longer useful, he shifted his attention to another target. He summoned Soul Blaze, directing the flame at a rotting head.

The fire fell, but there was no reaction—no screams, no struggle, not even a flicker of resistance.

“These things... have no souls.” Lin Moyu murmured, stunned.

Soul Blaze was completely ineffective. Without a soul, this attack was powerless.

If they couldn’t be truly killed, skills like Corpse Explosion were also useless. A chill ran down Lin Moyu’s spine as he grappled with the situation.

Dongfang Yao, still struggling to steady herself, weakly spoke up, her voice trembling, “My father once told me... the Putrid Corpses in the Putrid Corpse Land can’t be killed.”

Lin Moyu shook his head, his eyes narrowing, “Nothing is truly unkillable. We just haven’t found the right method yet.”

As she spoke, he summoned a Skeletal Great Mage to test another approach.

Skill: Elemental Explosion!

With a thunderous boom, the Putrid Corpse head was blasted apart.

The elemental explosion obliterated most of it, leaving behind only tiny, nearly invisible specks. As the specks touched the ground, they vanished—yet Lin Moyu remained locked onto them.

He noticed something unsettling: the specks were regenerating in the rain, albeit at a painfully slow pace.

After careful observation, Lin Moyu made a rough calculation. At this rate, it would take years for the fragments to fully regenerate.

The Skeletal Great Mage struck again. Elemental explosions thundered in quick succession.

Lin Moyu ensured not even the smallest speck escaped destruction. By the end, not a trace remained.

Yet, no kill notification appeared.

Was there just no kill notification, or had the target not been killed in the first place?

This world continued to baffle Lin Moyu, leaving him with a gnawing sense of unease.

He turned his attention to the last Putrid Corpse head.

Skill: Deterioration Curse!

A red glow surged forth as he pointed, but nothing happened.

Lin Moyu’s pupils narrowed. The curse had no effect.

It was then he realized something critical: these Putrid Corpses weren’t living beings.

Even undead creatures like his skeletons, though technically not alive, still had souls. A soul was the essence of existence—the foundation of any living being.

But these Putrid Corpses had no souls. They were truly, utterly dead.

This explained their immunity to curses and their resistance to soul-based attacks. The reason they couldn’t be killed was devastatingly simple: they were already dead.

Yet a deeper question gnawed at Lin Moyu.

If they were dead, how could they move, attack, and regenerate even after being reduced to fragments?

No answer presented itself, leaving Lin Moyu grappling with the enigma before him.

“Let’s go.”

With the experiments concluded, there was no reason to linger any longer. Their next priority was to locate the exit at the center.

Dongfang Yao exhaled in relief and followed closely behind Lin Moyu, not daring to fall a single step behind.

The two moved forward through the corrosive rain, which hissed and sizzled as it struck their Bone Armor. Lin Moyu periodically reapplied the armor for both himself and Dongfang Yao.

Along the way, they encountered more Putrid Corpses. Each was obliterated into fragments by the Skeletal Great Mage’s Elemental Explosion. The Putrid Corpses were weak, requiring only a single blast to be reduced to smithereens.

Meanwhile, the skeletons endured continuous damage from the foul, corrosive rain, preventing Lin Moyu from recalling them. They could only be dismissed once they left the rain’s range.

After half an hour of trudging through the relentless downpour, they finally emerged from its corrosive grasp.

Lin Moyu immediately recalled the skeletons. The Skeletal Great Mage returned to the summon space without issue. However, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior remained.

Lin Moyu paused, frowning in confusion.

They had clearly exited the rain’s range, so why couldn’t the Skeletal Berserk Warrior be dismissed?

Upon closer inspection, he noticed something peculiar: the Berserk Warrior was still taking damage. The effect was minuscule—so faint that it was nearly imperceptible. Without close attention, he might have overlooked it entirely.

Digging deeper, Lin Moyu found the source. A tiny bite mark, smaller than a strand of hair, marred the location where the Berserk Warrior had been bitten by a Putrid Corpse head.

Such a small wound, such a seemingly insignificant attack—yet the damage persisted for hours.

Lin Moyu turned to Dongfang Yao, his expression sharp, “You mentioned earlier that it’s dangerous to be bitten by the Putrid Corpses?”

Dongfang Yao, now much calmer, nodded, “Yes. My father told me that if you’re bitten by a Putrid Corpse, you’ll eventually turn into one yourself.”

Dongfang Yao’s expression shifted, her tone urgent. “Are you saying your skeleton was infected with Putrid Corpse Poison?”

“Poison? Or something else…” Lin Moyu muttered under his breath.

He summoned a Lich General. The Lich General waved its stave, and brilliant white light enveloped the Skeletal Berserk Warrior.

Skill: Nullify.

[Nullify (level 3): eliminates all abnormal statuses of legion members.]

Under Nullify’s effect, the faint wound on the Skeletal Berserk Warrior’s bone quickly vanished.

Lin Moyu exhaled in relief. This world was bizarre, but it wasn’t entirely hopeless. At least this strange injury could be healed.

He tried recalling the Skeletal Berserk Warrior again. This time, it worked flawlessly. Clearly, the problem had been resolved.

Dongfang Yao’s eyes widened in astonishment, “You’ve neutralized the Putrid Corpse Poison?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “It wasn’t me—it was my summon.”

Dongfang Yao’s voice grew urgent, “Can your summon neutralize the Putrid Corpse Poison for other people as well?”

“It can’t.” Lin Moyu replied flatly, “The summon’s skill only works on my summons.”

Disappointment washed over Dongfang Yao’s face. The flicker of hope that had briefly sparked in her eyes faded into resignation. She sighed softly, her shoulders sinking.

Lin Moyu resumed walking, and Dongfang Yao quickly fell into step beside him. Her voice softened as she spoke, “Lin Moyu, if you ever gain the ability to cure the Putrid Corpse Poison, would you save someone for me?”

Lin Moyu glanced at her and nodded, “As long as it doesn’t harm me, I don’t mind.”

Dongfang Yao offered a faint smile, “Thank you.”

Lin Moyu, his expression thoughtful, asked, “Have you figured it out yet? Why did we end up here?”

The Dongfang Family had guarded the Putrid Corpse Land for generations, so there must be a reason they were transported here. It was undoubtedly tied to the Dongfang Family.

Dongfang Yao’s brows furrowed as she thought, “If my guess is correct, this must be the work of Third Uncle. He must have tampered with the teleportation formation.”

Lin Moyu gazed at her, gesturing for her to continue.

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“Third Uncle is Dongfang Tuo, Dongfang Shun’s father.” Dongfang Yao began, her tone heavy, “He’s a level-81 peak-level class user—extremely powerful. He holds a high status and wields considerable influence within the Dongfang Family. Moreover, he’s been to the Putrid Corpse Land before and knows its location.”

Listening to her explanation, Lin Moyu nodded slightly, a cold sneer forming on his lips, “Does he really think I won’t make it back alive?”

Dongfang Yao shook her head, her voice tinged with unease, “Perhaps he never considered the possibility of our survival. The Putrid Corpse Land is a horrifying place; even a God-level expert could face grave danger here. Besides, even if we do manage to survive and return, we’ll likely have no concrete proof.”

Lin Moyu’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent, “Sometimes, no proof is needed. I only hope your Dongfang Family doesn’t choose the wrong side when the time comes.”

A chill ran through Dongfang Yao.

Lin Moyu’s words struck a nerve, filling her with dread.

No one had ever dared to threaten the Dongfang Family like this before.

Since the founding of the Shenxia Empire, the Dongfang Family had been the royal family—the rulers of the empire.

The royal family governed politics, while the godly generals commanded the military. The two sides complemented each other but operated independently.

Yet if a godly general were to die at the hands of the royal family… it would be catastrophic.

For soldiers, godly generals were revered like the sky itself. They would think: while I risk my life and shed my blood on the frontline to protect the country, the royal family is betraying a godly general?

The consequences would be unimaginable.

Dongfang Yao clasped her head, “Lin Moyu, I promise to give you an explanation when we return. For the sake of the empire, please give me a chance.”

Lin Moyu stared at her for a long moment before nodding slowly.

Her explanation would need to satisfy him.

Lin Moyu had no desire to plunge the empire into chaos; it would bring no benefit to its people or humanity at large. But to ask him to spare the culprit for such reasons? That was impossible.

He wasn’t that selfless.

Another clap of thunder roared through the sky, illuminating the surrounding space. Rain began to pour once more, its relentless drumming filling the air.