Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 44 - That's Going Too Far! Others Are Working Their Butt Off While You're Eating Sweet Potatoes

Xia Xue's performance earned unanimous praise from the examiners.

Wang Zihao wielded a massive blade, slicing through the Worg Beastman before him, sending its head soaring into the air. His expression was a mix of bloodlust and unbridled arrogance.

As its name suggested, the Berserker class lowering intelligence and heightened aggression during combat. This balance held unless the user avoided entering a frenzy, in which case you risked losing all reason.

"He's going full throttle right from the start. At this rate, his efficiency will plummet in the later stages."

"He lacks energy management—this needs improvement."

"Compared to Xia Xue, he's clearly inferior."

Rather than focusing on the number of monsters killed, the examiners prioritized adaptability in combat. They wanted to see if you could endure for 30 minutes and assess how much your combat ability changed throughout the round.

In real battles, endurance was critical. Those who burned out early may not have the stamina to last till the end.

When comparing Wang Zihao and Xia Xue, the conclusion was clear: Xia Xue outperformed him.

Zuo Mei, like Wang Zihao, opted for the hell rank difficulty. However, her combat style was starkly different. Unlike Wang Zihao’s reckless approach, Zuo Mei exemplified the precision and agility of the Rogue class.

Her movements were ghostlike, darting through the battlefield with ease and precision, toying with the Worg Beastmen. Every action was purposeful, conserving energy without unnecessary motion.

Her dagger struck fast, fiercely, and with pinpoint accuracy, delivering devastating blows to her enemies with each strike.

Moreover, Zuo Mei skillfully employed her skills at just the right moments, restraining the Worg Beastmen and even disrupting their own skills. She pushed the skills she mastered to the limit.

The examiners were clearly impressed by Zuo Mei's performance. Her calculated and effective approach stood out, earning their approval.

As the examination progressed, the examiners began forming judgments about the participants.

Meanwhile, back on Lin Moyu’s side...

The examiners were left speechless.

"This kid... is too much."

"I have to agree—he’s over the top."

"Is he seriously carrying food in his pockets? What could he possibly be thinking?"

"Is that sweet potato really that good? Watching him eat with such relish is making me hungry too."

Lin Moyu sat calmly, methodically munching on a sweet potato. Before the examination began, he had stuffed a few into his pockets, aware that access to the storage space wasn’t permitted.

With his Skeletal Warriors eliminating monsters almost instantly, Lin Moyu found himself with nothing else to do—so he decided to fill his stomach.

"Eating during the great examination... this is a first."

"Let’s note this down—he’s definitely making history."

"Should we increase the difficulty? This seems far too easy for him."

The examiners were frustrated by Lin Moyu’s nonchalance while others struggled. However, he was still far ahead of the rest.

"There's no need. The examination must remain fair."

Standing silently throughout the test, Ning Xuanfeng had yet to comment. However, his eyes betrayed his intrigue.

"This little guy." He murmured to himself, "He’s truly fascinating."

In the span of 30 minutes, some gave up, while others were injured and forced to withdraw. Sustained combat proved to be a brutal test of endurance for every class.

Unlike dungeon raids, where breaks were possible, this examination offered no respite.

However, Lin Moyu stood as the exception to this rule. Even if he had dozed off mid-test, his Skeletal Warriors would have handled everything seamlessly.

As time wore on, exhaustion took its toll, and chaos began to spread among the participants. Finally, after the grueling 30 minutes elapsed, the monsters vanished.

"It's finally over."

"I couldn't have lasted much longer."

"This was awful—far more draining than any dungeon I've ever faced."

Most of the examinees collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. In just 30 minutes, they had pushed themselves to the brink, almost completely draining their energy reserves.

Xia Xue sat quietly, her face slightly pale. She had carefully managed her skills and conserved energy throughout, yet her spirit force was nearly depleted.

With the storage spaces sealed for the examination, spirit-restoring items were unavailable, adding to the challenge.

"This great examination is truly unforgiving." Xia Xue thought, wiping sweat from her brow, "It's finally over. I killed more than 200 monsters—that’s more than 200 points."

Wang Zihao, on the other hand, was slumped on the ground, his breathing labored. His initial burst of energy had drained his reserves excessively. With his strength depleted and his skills on cooldown, his combat power in the latter stage had plummeted.

"I only killed 50 monsters." He muttered bitterly, "Hell rank difficulty really is brutal."

Among all the participants, only Lin Moyu seemed unaffected. To him, the 30 minutes felt more like watching a play than engaging in combat.

"This round of the examination is now over. A total of 522 examinees participated, of which 278 have lost their qualification due to injury or forfeiture. The remaining 244 examinees are eligible to proceed to the next round."

"The next round will be more challenging and intense, with an increased risk to your lives. Please consider carefully before choosing to continue."

Everyone received the warning simultaneously. They now faced a choice: give up and leave the examination, or press on, knowing the next round would be even more dangerous and could cost them their lives.

However, giving up came with its own sting of regret. Many examinees found themselves caught in a difficult dilemma, torn between caution and ambition.

The examiners watched the scene unfold with mischievous smiles.

"How many do you think will give up this time?"

"In previous years, at least a third chose to quit at this stage."

"The elimination rate this year is consistent with past years—around 60% of participants have already been disqualified."

Out of the 632 combat-class examinees who started, only 244 remained.

"They seem to be struggling with their decision. Let’s give them a little push to help them make up their minds."

At that moment, the authoritative voice boomed again across the examination site: "Even if you choose to give up now, your score is already high enough to secure entry into an academy. You have 60 seconds to make your decision. If you do not choose within this time, you will automatically proceed to the next round."

This announcement hit many examinees like the final straw, shattering the resolve of many.

"I choose to give up."

"I quit."

"I can’t go on—if I continue, I might die."

One after another, voices rose as more examinees opted to quit.

Yet, even as many bowed out, an even larger number chose to continue. They had come this far and couldn’t bear the thought of walking away now. For them, the risk was worth it—quitting would feel like a great loss.