Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 536: You Won’t Stand A Chance Even If You’re Reincarnated Ten Times

Not far from Fortress No. 4, the military had erected a massive grandstand, large enough to hold over ten thousand people.

Though the Divine Stone Dungeon wouldn’t open for several more hours, the seats were already filling fast.

The dungeon opened only once every ten years, its ultimate prize half a Talent Divine Stone.

A complete Talent Divine Stone guaranteed a 100% success rate for talent awakening during the third class advancement.

The half-stone, however, only granted a 30% chance. The difference was night and day.

Yet genuine, complete stones had not been seen for centuries.

The half-stones from the dungeon had become the only hope.

Over the years, many who claimed one had indeed awakened a talent.

The crowd thickened by the minute.

Lin Moyu walked calmly through the throng.

In the past ten days, many young people had grown close—some even pairing off into new couples.

Hand-in-hand, they strolled about, attracting envious glances.

But the older generations were even more numerous.

For them, this gathering was a rare chance to reconnect; daily life left little time for such meetings.

The Divine Stone Dungeon event, half-jokingly nicknamed a “matchmaking event,” served them well.

The grandstand filled quickly, save for one nearly empty section: the guest section.

Only those of high rank and great strength, personally invited by the military, could sit there.

If Lin Moyu had still been a starless godly general, he might not have qualified.

But as a three-star godly general, a fighter capable of slaying God-level powerhouses, his invitation was inevitable.

The youngest godly general in human history, Lin Moyu had shattered all precedent.

Barely past level 50, he already wielded heaven-defying power, a living miracle destined for the annals of history.

Just days ago, he had faced a God atop Kunlun Mountain. Though the battle lasted less than a minute, word spread like wildfire, confirming his ability to kill God-level powerhouses.

“Hey, Little Brother, no partner yet?”

A heavy hand clapped Lin Moyu’s shoulder. He turned to see a burly man in muscle-baring armor, a massive axe resting on his back.

Lin Moyu shook his head lightly. He hadn’t found a partner—and still couldn’t reach Ning Yiyi.

The burly man frowned, “Strange. You’ve got the looks. Me? I’m big and scary. Girls run the moment they see me.”

It was true. With his fierce appearance and enormous axe, the burly man was quite a bit intimidating.

Lin Moyu only smiled faintly, saying nothing.

Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he strode forward.

"Little Brother, that's the guest section!" The burly man shouted.

Someone in the crowd pointed at Lin Moyu, "Does he really think he can just walk in there? Is he tired of living?"

"The guest section is for big-shots, guarded by the military. Ordinary people have no right to enter."

"That guy’s finished."

"Which family raised someone so clueless?"

"Look, the military’s already moving."

A squad of soldiers rushed forward, blocking Lin Moyu’s path.

"Halt! Unauthorized entry is forbidden!"

Lin Moyu ignored them. Calmly, he fastened the three-star godly general badge onto his shoulder.

The soldiers snapped to attention, saluting, “Greetings, Godly General!”

Lin Moyu simply nodded and strode past them.

The onlookers gaped.

"He’s a godly general?"

"Impossible… could it be a mistake?"

"A mistake? Don’t be stupid. No one misidentifies a godly general."

"Oh my god! He’s Godly General Lin!"

The crowd erupted in shock.

There was only one godly general so young—it had to be him.

Unfazed, Lin Moyu’s eyes fixed on a single figure.

Ning Yiyi stood gracefully, her eyes sparkling mischievously. She had noticed him long before.

Without sparing a glance at Ning Tairan beside her, Lin Moyu walked straight to her.

Ning Yiyi opened her arms and leapt into him, clinging tightly like a koala. Their embrace said everything words could not.

Ning Tairan’s beard twitched with restrained fury.

Yet he held his tongue, not daring to disturb them, lest Ning Yiyi lash out at him.

Ning Tairan had fought his entire life, fearing nothing and no one—except his precious granddaughter.

Then, a streak of light tore across the sky, then exploded like fireworks.

A massive golden Unicorn manifested above, its translucent body dozens of meters tall, radiating blinding brilliance.

A crushing aura swept over the crowd.

“So beautiful!”

“That’s Lord Mo Xinghai—the No. 1 Summoner of the empire and the human race!”

“A level 95 Summoner… incredible!”

“I can hardly breathe under this pressure.”

The young onlookers cried out in unison, eyes burning with longing, dreaming that one day they too might become such a mighty being.

Ning Tairan sneered, “Old Mo, still showing off as always!”

A moment later, the Unicorn phantom vanished. In its place hovered a real, multicolored Unicorn.

Mo Xinghai stood proudly beside it. At his side was Mo Yun, accompanied by her own Holy Spirit Unicorn.

The Holy Spirit Unicorn glowed with pure white radiance, casting Mo Yun in a divine light—like a celestial descended to earth.

“Wow, she’s stunning!”

“As expected of the Mo Family’s young lady—truly a rare beauty.”

“She’s more than a beauty. She’s a peerless prodigy. To marry her would take the luck of ten lifetimes.”

“Heh, dream on. You wouldn’t stand a chance even after ten reincarnations.”

Mo Yun followed behind Mo Xinghai as they entered the guest section.

Mo Xinghai strode up to Ning Tairan, “Old Ning, long time no see!”

Ning Tairan snorted, “Long time indeed. I’m surprised you’re still alive.”

Mo Xinghai burst out laughing, “If you’re alive, why wouldn’t I be?”

The two old friends, bonded by life-and-death battles, bantered with unrestrained ease.

Ning Yiyi got down from Lin Moyu and greeted Mo Yun, “Hello, Sister Yun.”

Mo Yun smiled warmly, though her eyes carried a trace of complexity, “Yiyi, have you been in a special training lately?”

Ning Yiyi nodded, “Yes. That annoying grandfather of mine locked me in a secret realm and wouldn’t let me out.”

She threw a glare at Ning Tairan.

Ning Tairan only chuckled, feigning ignorance.

Mo Yun’s said softly, “It seems the special training worked. You must be near level 50 now?”

“Only level 48.” Ning Yiyi admitted, “Still a bit more to go.”

“Level 48 is already impressive.”

The two hadn’t met since parting in the Ancestral Land.

Mo Yun drew Ning Yiyi aside for a private chat, the latter casting a helpless glance back at Lin Moyu.

Just then, a strange fragrance drifted through the air.

Though the Dimensional Battlefield was windy, the scent lingered stubbornly, as if alive, seeping into every breath.

Everyone who inhaled it felt their fatigue vanish, replaced with vigor.

“That smells incredible!”

“What is it? Just breathing it in makes me feel renewed!”

“It must be Military Soul Incense!”

“Yes… Medicine God’s Military Soul Incense!”

Amid the exclamations, an old man appeared. His simple robes exuded quiet elegance, his aura profound and commanding.

Medicine God Shu had arrived, with Shu Han at his side.

As an old friend of Ning Tairan and Mo Xinghai, he joined them at once.

Shu Han turned to Lin Moyu with a smile, “Hello, Junior Lin.”

Lin Moyu returned the smile, “Hello, Senior Shu.”

“Yiyi’s here too. I’ll chat with her. You stay put, Junior Lin.” Shu Han giggled and flitted over to join Mo Yun and Ning Yiyi.

At that moment, the sky blazed with light, banishing the Dimensional Battlefield’s darkness.

A colossal golden sword manifested above, its sword qi sweeping the land in razor gusts.

“It’s Sword God Feng Chang’an!”

“Just one glance, and I felt like my body was about to split apart… he’s terrifying.”

“They say he’s the strongest among the God-level powerhouses. People like us don’t stand a chance.”

“He’s my idol!”