Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 48 - Battle-Space: A True Battlefield

After a brief wait, Lin Moyu saw a new wave of monsters emerge. This time, a leader rank monster replaced the Mage-type monster.

To Lin Moyu, the change was inconsequential. His Skeletal Warriors charged forward, swiftly annihilating the opponent. Silence settled over the battlefield once more.

For Lin Moyu, the fourth round of the examination had ended. Now, all that remained was to wait for the others to finish.

After another 10 minutes, the fourth round finally concluded.

"The fourth round of the examination is over. 120 participants entered the fourth round, but only five remain." The examiner’s voice echoed within and beyond the tower.

Only five out of the 120 participants remained. These five were undeniably geniuses, destined for the most prestigious academies.

Simultaneously, the ranking of the finalists was announced.

"The ranking after the fourth round is now available."

No. 1, Lin Moyu, total points: 3,605.

No. 2, Zuo Mei, total points: 2,470.

No. 3, Xia Xue, total points: 2,270.

No. 4, Wang Zihao, total points: 2,265.

No. 5, Feng Xiu, total points: 2,200.

Lin Moyu maintained his commanding lead.

A radiant light enveloped the five finalists, instantly restoring their peak condition. For Wang Zihao, who had exhausted himself using Frenzy, the light lifted his weakened state, making the powerful skill available once again.

"Everything's going as expected!" Wang Zihao exclaimed, gripping his large blade with renewed confidence, "The fifth round will decide the true victor!"

Xia Xue exhaled in relief, "I made the top five. Entering Xiajing Academy should be no problem now."

Zuo Mei's eyes gleamed with determination, "Xiajing Academy, here I come."

Without exception, the ultimate goal of all five individuals was clear: Xiajing Academy.

The examiner’s voice rang out once more, firm and commanding.

"I know your hearts are set on entering Xiajing Academy." He began, "But don’t think that reaching the top five guarantees your place. The path ahead is not so simple."

"The final round of the examination remains, and your performance there will determine your fate. Fail to meet the required standard, and you will be eliminated, regardless of your current ranking."

"If you want to enter Xiajing Academy, there is only one way: earn points. To qualify, you must accumulate 10,000 points. Only then will you secure your place at Xiajing Academy."

"Now, listen carefully to the rules of the fifth round."

…

The five finalists leaned in, their ears sharp and their focus unshakable, listening intently.

The fifth round had a name of its own: Battle-Space.

They would be transported to a unique arena: a special space where an unrelenting tide of monsters awaited them.

Warrior-type, Mage-type, Archer-type, Knight-type—every kind of monster imaginable would emerge in this Battle-Space, and they would come in overwhelming numbers.

The initial batch alone would consist of over 100 monsters, but as the challenge progressed, their foes would escalate in power and rank. Enhanced, elite, enhanced elite, leader, and even boss rank enemies would make their appearance.

The faster the participants killed, the more monsters would spawn, and the stronger they would grow.

The key lied in adjusting your tempo. Faster wasn’t always better. Your ability to pace yourself would be critical.

The most pivotal factor, however, lay in the revamped point system.

Battle-Space was divided into five stages, each offering progressively higher amounts of points.

In the first stage, the monsters were level 15, and each kill earned 50 points. In the second stage, the monsters were level 16, and each kill earned 100 points.

With every level increase, the point rewards would double.

By the fifth stage, the monsters were level 19, and each kill offered 800 points.

And these were just the points for ordinary monsters. Enhanced, elite, leader, and boss rank monsters promised even greater rewards.

The stakes couldn’t be higher. For Lin Moyu, failure in this round would erase his commanding lead, rendering all his previous efforts meaningless. It felt almost unfair.

But Lin Moyu understood the reality: the truly strong would reveal their mettle in this final challenge. The purpose of the great examination was clear—to identify those capable of becoming the future pillars of humanity.

When the countdown ended, the fifth round officially began.

The five remaining participants were teleported into the Battle-Space.

Meanwhile, in the control room at the top of the tower, the examiners watched as the live footage of the participants abruptly vanished.

Disappointment spread among them.

“Sigh, this damned rule. We can’t watch the fifth round.”

“Indeed. It’s the most thrilling part, but we’re restricted from viewing it.”

“With our authority, we can only monitor the points tally.”

“Sir Ning, can you view the fifth round?”

The examiners looked at Ning Xuanfeng with anticipation, eager to catch even a glimpse of Lin Moyu’s performance.

Ning Xuanfeng’s calm gaze swept over them. In a flat tone, he replied, “No, I cannot.”

Startled, the examiners exchanged incredulous glances.

“Even you can’t?”

“Then who can?”

Ning Xuanfeng nodded solemnly, “In the empire, no more than ten people hold the authority to watch the fifth round of the great examination.”

The revelation left the examiners speechless. No more than ten people in the entire empire? The weight of those words was staggering.

They didn’t even dare to imagine what kind of big shots these individuals must be.

Ning Xuanfeng continued, his tone calm but firm, “Remember this—this is not something you should inquire about. I’ve shared more than I should, simply because I was in a good mood.”

“Yes, understood!”

“Don’t worry, we won’t ask anything further,” another chimed in, nodding vigorously.

The examiners, though curious, were no fools. They quickly grasped that this matter was far beyond their reach. To pry further could mean consequences they didn’t want to face.

The idea that no more than ten people in the entire Shenxia Empire had this authority was enough to send chills down their spines.

The Battle-Space was a vast plain.

The earth was pitch-black, exuding the metallic smell of blood. Countless rocks littered the landscape, some towering several meters high. The uneven terrain offered participants countless tactical opportunities for maneuvering and positioning.

Lin Moyu wrinkled his nose. “The smell of blood is intense, and the aura of death is prevalent. This place has witnessed an unimaginable battle.”

As a Necromancer, Lin Moyu’s sensitivity to the aura of death was particularly high. In the Xihai Mine Dungeon and during the previous rounds of the examination, there had been no trace of it. But here, the air was thick with it—raw and palpable.

This was no simulation. This place had been the site of a genuine battle, one of catastrophic proportions.

The blood-soaked earth had turned a dark brown over time, but the smell lingered, as though defying the passage of years.

“Is this meant to prepare us for the reality of a true battlefield?” Lin Moyu speculated.

His thoughts were abruptly cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps. A group of monsters appeared, stepping into his line of sight.