Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 491: The World Must Hold A Great Secret

A deep voice cut through the murmurs, interrupting everyone’s speculation.

A burly Warrior in heavy armor, wielding a massive axe, strode forward. His gaze followed the direction Lin Moyu had just vanished.

“His name is Lin Moyu, and he's not even 20 years old.”

“He completed his class awakening just last year, entered Xiajing Academy as the imperial top scorer, and then at Xiajing Academy…”

He began recounting Lin Moyu’s feats as if presenting a collection of rare treasures.

The crowd listened in stunned silence.

Someone had reached level 53 in under two years, boasting combat power rivaling God-level beings? Even mythical legends didn’t go this far.

The speaker was Xiong Dali, a well-known figure in Shenxia City and the leader of a 30-man boss-raiding party.

As a level 85 Berserker equipped with top-tier gear, he could easily serve as a Knight.

Xiong Dali continued, “You’ve been away from the Human World too long. Just ask around when you return—everyone knows of Godly General Lin.”

“Oh, and one more thing, our race has birthed a new Earth Knight. After so many years, the glory of the Earth Knight will finally rise again.”

“Godly General Lin previously obtained a Primordial Rune. Now, he gained a second. If you’re looking to die, feel free to challenge him.”

With a final sweeping glance of disdain, Xiong Dali turned and walked away.

He was being kind, warning these ignorant fools not to throw their lives away.

They were fellow humans, after all. Better to die valiantly on the battlefield against the Demons than perish meaninglessly here. At least then, their deaths would hold meaning.

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, fear lingering in their eyes.

Fortunately, none of them had challenged Lin Moyu. Otherwise, they truly would’ve been marching to their deaths.

"To obtain two Primordial Runes... how much luck would that take?"

"When Godly General Lin reaches the God-level, it might mark the end of the Abyssal Demons."

"I agree. This could be humanity’s chance to launch a true counterattack against the Abyss!"

"Exactly! Let’s strike back and wipe out the Demons!"

Excitement rippled through the crowd, spreading across the city like wildfire. News of Lin Moyu’s feats circulated rapidly.

Unaware of the stir he had caused, Lin Moyu entered the shop through the officer’s entrance.

This time, another was already inside. Ling Nan was explaining something to a seven-star colonel.

The moment Lin Moyu stepped in, the entire room was bathed in a red glow.

The seven-star colonel turned, eyes narrowing as he spotted Lin Moyu, "A Primordial Rune… and only level 53?"

His eyes flashed, lost in thought.

Ling Nan immediately approached and gave a crisp military salute, "Greetings, Godly General."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Lin Moyu had only been gone for a few days, yet he had already advanced from two-star to three-star godly general.

The speed of his rise shocked her, and deepened her respect.

Lin Moyu gave a nod, "Go ahead and finish what you were doing. Come find me afterward."

He then walked deeper into the shop.

Ling Nan returned to the seven-star colonel’s side, "Shall I continue the explanation?"

The seven-star colonel was still in disbelief, "He’s a godly general?"

Ling Nan nodded, "Yes. Godly General Lin Moyu. Since you just returned from the Dimensional Battlefield, you’ve likely heard of him."

"So he’s Lin Moyu!" The seven-star colonel was stunned, "Didn’t he already have a Primordial Rune?"

He quickly shut his mouth, his entire body trembling in shock. He had just witnessed Lin Moyu obtain a second Primordial Rune with his own eyes.

Still stunned, he didn’t linger in the shop and left at once. As he walked away, his expression was complex, as if lost in deep thought.

Ling Nan approached Lin Moyu, “Godly General Lin, what would you like to purchase?”

Lin Moyu replied, “I need potion bottles. The highest quality you have.”

Ling Nan nodded, taking notes, “How many?”

“Two hundred.”

Lin Moyu needed one hundred for immediate use and planned to keep the rest as backup.

“Got it.” Ling Nan said, recording the order, “Do you need anything else?”

“Yes, I also need boxes; long enough to hold bones up to one meter in length.”

He detailed his requirements, and Ling Nan carefully wrote everything down.

“The potion bottles won’t be a problem. But the boxes will likely need to be custom-made. That could take a few days.”

Lin Moyu asked, “How long exactly?”

Ling Nan replied, “About three days. They’re made at Fortress No. 5 in the Dimensional Battlefield.”

Fortress No. 5 was home to many blacksmiths, who produce much of the military's supplies.

“Alright.” Lin Moyu took out a bone segment from the Venomous Flood Dragon and handed it to her, “Customize the boxes based on this.”

Ling Nan instinctively cast the Detection spell on the bone. Her entire body trembled as she gasped.

“This… is from the Venomous Flood Dragon of the Savagewild Continent’s Venomous Serpent Land?”

Lin Moyu nodded.

Ling Nan couldn’t help but say, “That beast has taken many lives! Just a few days ago, I heard the Flying Eagle Guild was forming a party to hunt it. Yet you’ve already slain it, Godly General Lin.”

As the shop saw frequent visitors, Ling Nan was well-informed about recent events.

She carefully stored the bone segment and left to make the necessary arrangements.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu returned to his residence and began extracting the Venomous Flood Dragon’s Spinal Fluid, bottling a single drop into each potion bottle.

The spinal fluid was crystal clear and strikingly beautiful.

Each drop was a potent antidote. If refined by a God-level Concocter, its effects could be further enhanced.

Both the spinal fluid and bone segments were priceless treasures.

For three days, Lin Moyu remained in seclusion, gathering his thoughts.

He stayed within his residence, quietly analyzing the fragments of information he had recently acquired, trying to piece together the truth of the past.

It felt like he had stumbled into a vast, ancient mystery, one that few in the current world were qualified to solve.

Antares might hold the answers, but Lin Moyu knew he would never speak.

Now that he had earned the right to pursue this mystery, he had to move forward.

Based on everything he’d seen—and on Antares' very existence—he was certain the world held a great secret.

Three days later, Ling Nan brought the boxes.

They were beautifully crafted, not large, just big enough to contain the bone segments.

One by one, Lin Moyu placed the bone segments into the boxes.

The 100 boxes, even when stacked, didn’t take up much space.

As a class user’s level increased, their storage space expanded—enough to accommodate these boxes.

Ling Nan said, “Godly General Lin, since these boxes were prepared for you, we used the platinum-grade materials to longer preserve the bone segments.”

Lin Moyu could see the craftsmanship was top-tier.

“How much?” He asked casually once the packing was done.

Ling Nan waved her hands quickly, “There’s no charge. As a godly general, this is one of your privileges.”

Lin Moyu frowned. These might just be boxes, but the materials used to craft them weren’t cheap.

And factoring in the blacksmiths’ labor, the value was significant.

It was true that godly generals enjoyed privileges, but that didn’t mean they were exempt from payment.

Ever since becoming a class user, he had learned that every gain came at a price.

Without bothering to calculate, he simply tossed one of the boxes to Ling Nan.

“This should cover it.”

She was startled, “I can’t accept this. The legion commander will scold me.”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “Just say I insisted. If he has a problem, tell him to come see me.”

“Alright, it’s settled.”

Unable to refuse, Ling Nan accepted the box and left.

One bone segment from a world rank boss was worth far more than 100 boxes.

A legendary-grade material like this could be crafted into a powerful accessory or be used to upgrade a piece of quasi-legendary equipment to legendary-grade.

Compared to a single bone segment, let alone 100 boxes, even 10,000 were nothing.

Lin Moyu couldn’t be bothered to haggle; this would do.

Meanwhile, Ling Nan, looking troubled, handed the box to Feng Yiming. But before he could speak, the sky above Shenxia City darkened.

The lower layer was already dim, but now it plunged into complete darkness.

Next, dark green Abyssal Fire erupted, encircling Shenxia City.

The world had changed.