Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 63 - A New Skill: Curse-Type!

According to Ning Yiyi, Ling Zhen’s younger brother was originally meant to participate in the trial by fire. However, due to White God’s intervention, Lin Moyu took his place.

That was why Ling Zhen was so upset when he saw Lin Moyu.

Ning Yiyi didn’t know the details of the trial, only that it was important and had strict level requirements. The rest would be revealed tomorrow.

Lin Moyu didn’t take Ling Zhen seriously. To him, Ling Zhen is just a clown—not worth his time. This wasn’t arrogance, but confidence.

Lin Moyu believes he could hold his own against any class user under level 30.

The single room was brightly lit.

An Elementary Skill Scroll had been activated, and a glowing mass of light enveloped Lin Moyu. After a few minutes, the light faded.

He sighed. It was a dud.

Using a skill scroll didn’t guarantee you would awaken a new skill. And even when you awakened one—there was a chance it could be an already mastered skill.

In short, no new skill was acquired. This was completely normal.

As the number of mastered skills increased, the difficulty of learning a new skill also grew. The number of Skill Scrolls necessary to awaken a new skill grew as well.

Elementary Skill Scrolls cost only 100,000 gold coins each—not too expensive. Using a hundred of them would total to just 10 million.

Intermediate Skill Scrolls, however, cost 10 million each—using them in large quantities would come at a staggering price.

Lin Moyu had bought two Elementary Skill Scrolls. After the first failed, he used the second.

Light surrounded him once more.

His body began to heat up, and a strange aura radiated from him.

He recognized the sensation.

A subtle thrill rose in his chest.

“A new skill.”

The skill scroll hadn’t gone to waste.

[Obtained skill: Slow Curse.]

[Slow Curse (level 1): curses all enemies within a 5-meter radius, reducing their speed by 5% for 1 minute.]

But once amplified by his talent, everything changed. The range extended from 5 meters to 100 meters—a twentyfold increase. The effect also intensified twentyfold, slashing enemy speed—both movement and attack—by half.

In short, the curse cut the enemy’s offensive power in half. And the duration? 20 minutes.

A godly skill. Another one.

Lin Moyu examined the new skill carefully.

“My skills fall into three categories: summon-type, offensive-type, and now, curse-type. I wonder if I’ll unlock more types in the future.”

“The curse-type skill dramatically weakens enemies. It not only boosts my safety, but indirectly increases my damage output as well. No matter the type, every skill I’ve acquired is powerful.”

After analyzing his skill, he consumed his spirit force and summoned four Skeletal Warriors, and then drank a bottle of Elementary Spirit Potion.

His spirit force began to rapidly recover.

After 10 minutes and a recovery of 100 points of spirit force, the potion's effect finally wore off.

Taking note of the potion’s properties, Lin Moyu entered a meditative state.

The potions restored 100 points of spirit force and could only be used once per hour, only accounting for one-tenth of his total 1,000 points of spirit force.

If he relied solely on the potion for recovery, it would take 10 hours to fully replenish his spirit force.

After calculating, Lin Moyu realized that combining meditation with the potion didn’t significantly improve efficiency either.

Repeatedly interrupting meditation to drink the potions would greatly hinder its effectiveness.

Not only was it troublesome, but it also wasn’t worth the effort.

Just then, the communicator chimed with a pleasant melody, pulling Lin Moyu out of his meditative state.

The ringtone was set by Ning Yiyi.

In fact, she was the only contact in Lin Moyu’s communicator.

“Rise and shine!”

The call connected, and Ning Yiyi’s energetic voice came through.

"I'm downstairs. Come down—let's have breakfast. Once we've eaten, we'll head out."

"Okay." Lin Moyu replied simply.

Ning Yiyi had bought a lot of food.

"Since we don’t know how long the trial by fire will take, it’s best to stock up." She said, "I’m not going through what happened last time—almost starved to death."

She glanced at Lin Moyu with a grin, "Luckily, you had your sweet potatoes."

Lin Moyu couldn’t help but chuckle.

Back then, she had stubbornly refused the steamed buns and insisted on eating only the sweet potatoes.

Lin Moyu quietly followed behind her and paid for everything, spending his last 10,000 gold coins. They bought enough to feed two people for a month.

Fortunately, his storage space was large enough to hold it all.

At Xiajing Academy, money burned fast.

If he were still in Xihai City, that amount could’ve kept Lin Moyu fed for years.

At the Qianlong Institute, Jiang Taotao and her group were already waiting.

Besides them, many others had formed their own parties, chatting, preparing, or waiting in silence.

Ning Yiyi led Lin Moyu over.

Jiang Taotao glanced at the time, then addressed the group seriously, "Once we’re teleported, stay together. Don’t wander off."

This wasn’t her first trial by fire.

Ling Zhen shot Lin Moyu a glare, "Don’t slow us down, Kid."

Ning Yiyi scoffed, "Make sure you’re not the one slowing us down."

Jiang Taotao felt a headache coming on, "Whatever issues you two have, save them for after the trial. You should all understand the importance of this trial."

She paused, then added, "Now, let’s introduce our classes."

As party leader, it was her job to build cohesion—whether genuine or just surface-level.

Even a façade of unity was better than none. Without it, they might as well give up on the trial.

"Duan Gao, level 20, Prophet."

"Miao Yu, level 20, Spren Elder."

Both were support-type classes—and superior rank at that.

Prophet specialized in buffing allies. With a skilled, high-level Prophet, a party’s combat power could easily double.

Spren Elder was a Healer-type class. In addition to healing skills, class users of this class possessed basic skills to restrain monsters.

Under Jiang Taotao’s watchful eye, Ling Zhen finally spoke, his tone reluctant, “Ling Zhen, level 21, Warlock.”

Warlock was a superior rank class that belonged to the Mage-type category, much like Elemental Mage. Their skills overlapped in some areas.

“Ning Yiyi, level 19, Shadow Assassin.”

“Lin Moyu, level 17, Necromancer.”

“Jiang Taotao, level 23, Spren Knight.”

Jiang Taotao gave the group a firm look, “Let me be clear—during this trial, we must work together. If anyone holds us back, don’t expect me to go easy on them.”

Her expression was deadly serious. Even Ling Zhen instinctively straightened up.

Ning Yiyi chuckled, trying to ease the tension, “Relax, Sister Peach. We won’t mess things up.”

Suddenly, a massive teleportation formation appeared in the air above them.

“Qianlong Institute—initiating trial teleportation.”