Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 53 - Finally, Someone Has Come To Die

Moonlight draped the earth like a veil.

The reek of blood in the air grew more intense.

Mere minutes after White God’s declaration, the examinees were battle-ready.

No support class users—only combat class users.

They had formed a battle formation.

Knights stood at the front. Behind them, Mages and Archers took position.

Knights had their creed: To reach my teammates, you must step over my corpse.

"Ke-ke-ke, not bad. A shame… you’ll all die here. One hour is enough to slaughter the lot of you. Pity I can’t take your bodies back—young human flesh is the most delicious. Ha-ha-ha."

Accompanied by blood-colored moonlight, a cold, eerie voice rose, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

Lin Moyu’s eyes darkened with disgust.

A coward who lurked in the shadows—despicable.

Xia Xue paled, instinctively inching closer to Lin Moyu.

His presence offered some measure of security.

She wasn’t alone. Fear gripped many. Faces turned ashen, hands trembled.

"There!" Someone shouted.

Under the moon’s glow, a hulking figure emerged.

A gust of wind stirred as the Detection spell activated.

[Ferryn Beastman Warrior (abyssal infected)]

[Level: 19]

A sudden exclamation broke the tense silence, "I just remembered! The Battle-Space has a level restriction—the highest allowed is level 19!"

His words triggered a wave of realization.

"That’s right! How did I forget? Nothing here can exceed level 19!"

"I was so scared for a moment... but it’s just level 19."

"What’s there to fear? We have the numerical ad—"

The speaker’s voice cut off abruptly, his mouth closed shut.

Hulking figures emerged one after another—at least a hundred.

Each one loomed three meters tall and radiated a dreadful aura.

All level 19 and abyssal infected.

The ground trembled beneath their heavy steps.

Under the moon’s eerie glow, the Ferryn Beastman Warriors looked monstrous, including spikes covering their tails.

Grotesquely altered by abyssal power, they had become even more terrifying.

An overwhelming pressure bore down on the examinees.

The students, barely eighteen, had never faced a real battlefield. They had never seen so many scary monsters.

Their legs trembled. Their courage—so strong moments ago—vanished like mist.

Xia Xue’s face turned deathly pale. Without thinking, she grabbed Lin Moyu’s shirt, "What do we do?"

Lin Moyu’s gaze turned solemn, "Judging by their size… these aren’t ordinary monsters. At minimum, they’re enhanced elite monsters. Troublesome… but manageable."

Lin Moyu rarely spoke this much. It was almost as if he was trying to reassure Xia Xue.

But his words had the opposite effect.

"Enhanced elite monsters… doesn’t that make them as strong as those in nightmare rank dungeons?" Xia Xue’s voice trembled.

Lin Moyu’s lips curled ever so slightly.

"Infected by abyssal power… mutated… will they give EXP?" A thought took root in his mind.

If his guess was correct, could these monsters help him level up?

The creatures didn’t charge. They advanced slowly, deliberately, as if toying with their prey.

Then, the Abyssal Demon’s voice slithered through the night once more—cold, mocking.

"Are you afraid? Terrified? These monsters have been strengthened by my power. They are now equivalent to enhanced elite monsters. Only 100 of them—such a small number. According to White God, if you unite, you can prevail."

"Shall we put that to the test? There are just over 100 of you. Convenient, isn’t it? One monster per person. Will you fight alone, or as a group? How about a competition? One hundred matches. The winner lives. The loser dies."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

The Demon’s voice crashed over the examinees like a wave of ice, serving as another blow to their morale.

The monsters advanced. The examinees… retreated.

The group splintered into two.

Wang Zihao staggered backward, face pale, legs shaking.

Meanwhile, Sacred Swordsman Feng Xiu stood firm, gripping his sword tightly. His expression was grim, but unlike others—he didn’t take a single step back.

Zuo Mei was the same. Her grip tightened around her dagger, her stance unwavering—ready to stake her life on this battle.

Like Feng Xiu and Zuo Mei, many examinees steadied themselves, weapons raised.

Lin Moyu glanced at them—then stepped forward.

Click! Clack!

The Skeletal Warriors surged ahead, their bony frames rattling as they charged. Lin Moyu followed in their wake.

Xia Xue’s eyes widened in alarm, "What are you doing? Come back! What are you planning? It’s always like this—you never say anything!"

Frustration boiled over as she stomped her foot, then hurried after him.

Lin Moyu’s voice, low and firm, cut through the air, "Go back."

Xia Xue hesitated, "I don’t want to."

A pause. Then, without looking back—

"Suit yourself."

He said nothing more. If she wanted to follow, so be it. It wouldn’t change anything.

His sudden movement didn’t go unnoticed.

"What’s that guy trying to do?"

"Is he… charging forward?"

"Wait, look at all those skeletons—are they his summons?"

"Is he a Summoner?"

"Does anyone know him?"

One after another, the Detection spell locked onto him.

[Lin Moyu, level 16, Necromancer]

A ripple of confusion spread through the crowd.

"Necromancer? What class is that? I’ve never heard of it."

"Me neither. Is it a new class?"

"What now? Do we go with him?"

Only a handful—just over a dozen—rushed after Lin Moyu. Among them were Feng Xiu and Zuo Mei. They had made their choice. If death was inevitable, they would die as soldiers.

The people of Shenxia feared neither battle nor death.

The Abyssal Demon sneered, "Oh? Finally, someone has come to die! Brave, aren’t you? How admirable! Your courage almost moves me… I almost feel reluctant to kill you. Why not defect to the Abyss instead? Pledge loyalty to me—become my servant."