Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing

Antares couldn’t think of anything worthwhile to offer.

Lin Moyu thought for a moment, then made his request, “I have a few questions. Can you answer them? Consider it part of the deal.”

Things abundant held little value. The rarer something was, the more it mattered.

To a man dying in the desert, water was worth more than gold.

Lin Moyu was the same—what he didn’t lack, he didn’t care for.

Since Antares demanded a fair exchange but had nothing useful to offer, Lin Moyu didn’t hold back.

He had questions—plenty of them. Maybe Antares could provide some answers.

Antares lazily raised its eyelids, clearly uninterested, “Ask away.”

Lin Moyu began, “Can the Dreadbeasts of the Dreadland be killed? And how?”

Antares perked up at once, intrigued by the question, “You’ve been to the Dreadland?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “I had my second class awakening there.”

Antares chuckled, “Bold of your teachers. Weren’t they worried about running into a Dreadbeast King?”

“We did.” Lin Moyu replied.

Antares' tone grew serious, “Then you’re lucky to be alive. Of course Dreadbeasts can be killed—it’s not even that hard. As long as someone reaches God-level and their purity is high enough, they can kill them.”

Lin Moyu frowned, “But my teacher is already level 95. He can only drive them off—hurting them is almost impossible.”

“Hah! Then he’s garbage. Even at level 99, he'd still be trash. I’ve answered. Next question.”

Lin Moyu silently committed the answer to memory: purity was the key.

He recalled how Yan Kuangsheng had wounded the Dreadbeasts—when he used the power of murderous aura.

Later, Yan Kuangsheng had a breakthrough, seemingly tied to improving the purity of murderous aura.

It was likely the same concept.

Lin Moyu continued, “I have a skill that lets me summon Elemental Liches using elemental materials. But when I use legendary-grade materials… the Liches explode.”

He had a theory—but he needed confirmation. He wasn’t completely sure.

Antares looked intrigued, “Oh? That’s interesting. Show me.”

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu took out a piece of Solidified Fire God’s Blood Essence.

A furious screech erupted from above.

The Archaic Luanniao bared its teeth at him, as if to say: That’s mine.

Antares shot the creature a glance, “Little Black, hush. There’s plenty more of that underground.”

At those words, the Archaic Luanniao reluctantly quieted down, though its eyes still burned with displeasure.

Lin Moyu activated the skill. Flames soared into the sky, and a God-level aura spread outward.

A Fire Lich emerged in front of him, its power immense—but unstable.

Lin Moyu sensed it reaching a critical point and quickly ordered it to flee.

But before it could go far, Antares lazily lifted a claw.

A massive claw slammed down and seized the Fire Lich.

Boom!

It exploded in Antares’ grasp—but not a flicker of energy escaped. Antares didn’t even blink.

The blast hadn’t left a scratch. To it, the detonation was nothing.

Lin Moyu watched in silence, once again reminded of just how incomprehensibly powerful Antares was.

From the midst of the explosion, a platinum-grade Fire Lich emerged and floated back toward him.

The explosion wasn’t a true self-destruction—just a forced release of power that couldn’t be contained.

Antares spoke in a low voice, “Decent power. It just barely hits level 90. In your terms... fake God-level.”

Lin Moyu nodded—yeah, it felt about right. Around level 90.

He looked to Antares, hoping for a definitive answer.

Antares continued, “The reason for the explosion is simple—your skill’s level is too low, while the material’s grade is too high. It’s just like how legendary-grade weapons can only be wielded after reaching level 70 and completing the third class awakening.”

With that, Lin Moyu felt a wave of reassurance.

As long as he reached level 70, he’d be able to summon a Fire Lich with God-level power.

And when that time came… he’d be ready to face even some of the weaker Demon Kings.

But for now…

If he could gather enough Solidified Fire God’s Blood Essence, and pair it with Bone Prison—even if it only restrained the opponent for half a second—it might still work.

A bold idea began to take shape in Lin Moyu’s mind.

Antares asked, “Any more questions?”

Lin Moyu didn’t hesitate, “Can the Putrid Corpse Poison from the Putrid Corpse Land be cured?”

Antares looked visibly surprised, “You even know about the Putrid Corpse Land?”

It was starting to realize—this kid had seen more than some God-level powerhouses ever would.

Lin Moyu replied, “I went there once. Barely made it out alive.”

Antares stared at him, “You actually went there?”

It leaned in and took a deep breath, its eyes narrowing, “No… you didn’t just go there. You’ve also been to the Life Secret Realm. You carry both the aura of the Putrid Corpse Poison and the aura of divine life force.”

Antares paused, its eyes peering into Lin Moyu’s spirit world, “Let me think… You… obtained the Genesis Scepter, didn’t you?”

Lin Moyu knew there was no point in hiding it. The moment he brought up the Putrid Corpse Land, he’d already decided to speak openly.

With a flash of white light, the Genesis Scepter appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing it, Antares erupted into thunderous laughter, “This is hilarious! You useless fools fought to the death over what—the god slot of the God of Life? And in the end, not one of you made it out alive. Every last one—dead. Serves you right!”

Lin Moyu watched as Antares laughed uncontrollably. As expected, it knew exactly what had happened back then.

From its words, one thing became clear: even the Genesis Scepter and the God of Life’s god slot meant nothing to it.

A bold thought crept into Lin Moyu’s mind.

The Genesis Scepter was a treasure capable of helping a God-level to ascend to Transcendent God-level—and yet Antares scoffed at it.

What did Transcendent God-level even mean to Antares?

Could it be that it had surpassed that realm?

After laughing its fill, Antares finally spoke again, “I’ll answer your question. The Putrid Corpse Poison—there is no cure. Once infected, even God-level beings are doomed.”

“In fact, the stronger the host, the more vicious the poison becomes. That forbidden skill was enough to wipe out every existence beneath Transcendent God-level.”

Lin Moyu hadn’t expected that answer.

Was the poison truly incurable? But then—how had the Lich Generals dispelled it?

Once their levels increased, they should be able to neutralized even God-level Putrid Corpse Poison.

“Is it me?” Lin Moyu wondered silently, “Or are the undead-type skeletons… special?”

He kept those thoughts to himself.

There was no need to tell Antares that his Lich Generals could overcome the poison.

Another realization took root. Antares wasn’t all-knowing. Even it had things it didn’t understand.

Antares said, “For you to come back alive from the Putrid Corpse Land—that alone is a miracle. Since your luck seems so absurdly good, I’ll let you ask a few more questions.”

Lin Moyu didn’t hesitate, “Can the dead be resurrected?”

“They can.” Antares replied with certainty, “Aren’t you proof enough of that? I can sense it—you’ve planted a soul brand. Your soul is tethered to a certain place. Before reaching God-level, as long as your soul stays intact, you’ll return there after death—and be revived.”

Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes, focusing on the key detail, “What about after God-level?”

“It’s still possible.” Antares continued, “After reaching God-level, the sliver of soul will return to you, and the soul brand will disappear.”

“Resurrection becomes far more difficult—but not impossible. Take that Jiang Yi, for example. He’s trying to come back to life.”

“A pity his level is too high—level 98. Half-step Transcendent God-level.” It gave a mocking chuckle, “In this whole world, only I have the power to bring him back.”

It clicked. So that was the deal. The bargain Jiang Yi made with Antares... was resurrection.

That slim hope—that tiny sliver of survival—was what allowed him to preserve his soul until now.

But Jiang Yi’s return wouldn’t be bad news—in fact, it would be a boon. Humanity would gain another half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse, strengthening the human race.

Lin Moyu took a long, steady breath, then asked his next question, “How does one become a Transcendent God-level powerhouse?”