Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 538: I’ll Send Him On His Way, And Put An End To Your Wishful Thinking

No one knew how Meng Anwen managed it.

Yet he did—gracefully, effortlessly.

The way those beautiful women gazed at him brimmed with infatuation.

What was even more surprising was their lack of hostility toward one another.

God-level powerhouses and divine generals were permitted multiple wives, but that never meant jealousy wouldn’t arise among them.

Watching this, Mo Yun felt an odd impulse. She turned to Ning Yiyi and asked, “Yiyi, what if one day Lin Moyu surrounded himself with many beautiful companions? What would you do?”

Ning Yiyi shook her head, “That’s unlikely. He doesn’t talk much, so most girls wouldn’t be interested.”

Shu Han leaned closer, whispering, “But what if? Just imagine.”

Ning Yiyi paused in thought before replying, “Well, it would depend on their personalities. If they’re kind, maybe we could become good sisters.”

Mo Yun and Shu Han both widened their eyes. That was not the answer they expected. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Seeing their reaction, Ning Yiyi smiled, “Surprised?”

They nodded.

“It’s nothing strange.” Ning Yiyi continued calmly, “Outstanding people always attract attention. If it really happens, I can’t just selfishly keep him all to myself. That would only make him unhappy.”

“Besides, my grandfather has several wives. My first, second, and third grandmothers all treat me very well.”

For some reason, both girls felt a wave of relief at her words.

Then Ning Yiyi’s eyes sparkled, “Sister Yun, Sister Shu… don’t tell me you’ve both fallen for Moyu?”

“No way! Don’t be ridiculous!”

“How could that be? I’m so much older than him!”

They denied it, a little too quickly, making Ning Yiyi all the more suspicious.

She was no fool. With a playful glint in her eyes, she said, “If you really do like Moyu, that’s fine. We can be sisters forever.”

The two fell silent, neither admitting nor refuting her words.

…

With Meng Anwen’s arrival, the opening of the Divine Stone Dungeon finally began.

A soldier flew out from the fortress—a God-level expert, representing the military.

His aura spread like a chilling tide, solemn and oppressive.

It carried the weight of countless battlefields, sharpened by years of bloodshed and slaughter.

The crowd grew tense under its pressure.

Though many knew this God-level soldier was under Bai Yiyuan’s command, at this moment, he stood not for Bai Yiyuan but for the Shenxia Empire’s military.

Standing at the center of the venue, his voice resounded loudly: “The 48th edition of the Divine Stone Dungeon is now open!”

He tossed a scroll into the air.

It burst into starlight, and a vortex slowly emerged—hidden until now within space itself.

Immediately, a network of formations activated, projecting more than a hundred identical screens into the sky.

Since no one had entered yet, each screen displayed the same image.

A number hovered above every screen, currently at zero.

As participants progressed through the dungeon, the numbers would begin to change.

Every performance would be laid bare before the world, ensuring absolute fairness.

With so many God-level powerhouses watching, cheating was impossible.

The Divine Stone Dungeon wasn’t just about claiming the final reward—it was a chance to prove one’s strength to the world.

Shrouded in mystery since its discovery, the dungeon had always operated in the same way.

Its defining feature was that only one person could enter at a time, and the challenges within adjusted to the entrant’s class and level.

In other words, whether someone was level 50 or 55, the difficulty remained essentially the same.

To Lin Moyu, the Divine Stone Dungeon felt less like a dungeon and more like a trial ground.

Pass, and you earned a reward.

The better your performance, the greater the reward.

The highest known prize was half a Talent Divine Stone.

“Wait!” Lin Moyu suddenly frowned, “Is half a Talent Divine Stone really the best reward?”

“The dungeon has opened 48 times—once every ten years. That means it’s been around for 480 years.”

“Over that span, likely more than a million challengers have entered, yet the best reward anyone’s ever gotten... is half a Talent Divine Stone.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the final reward. Maybe… no one has ever achieved a perfect score.”

He turned to Meng Anwen, who had just arrived, and asked quietly, “Teacher, what’s the highest score ever recorded in this dungeon?”

Meng Anwen answered, “Ninety-five. As long as you score above ninety, you’ll get half a Talent Divine Stone.”

“No one has ever achieved a perfect score?” Lin Moyu pressed.

Meng Anwen shook his head, “No. Back in the day, Old Bai and I both tried. We only managed ninety-four.”

“Why? Do you suspect half a Talent Divine Stone isn’t the final reward?”

Lin Moyu smiled faintly, “So you have your doubts too, Teacher.”

“I do.” Meng Anwen admitted, “But I can’t confirm anything. Why don’t you try for yourself?”

Lin Moyu considered, then shook his head, “Better to let others go first. If the chance is still there later, then I’ll try.”

“Alright.” Meng Anwen said, letting the matter rest.

After all, the dungeon would remain open for a month. There was no rush.

With the introduction concluded, the competition to clear the Divine Stone Dungeon was about to begin.

From Fortress No. 4, a unit emerged in perfect formation. Their synchronized steps and commanding presence left no doubt—they were military.

Only the military could produce such disciplined challengers.

In addition to candidates recommended by great families and factions, the Divine Stone Dungeon also admitted class users from the military.

Since the military controlled the Divine Stone Dungeon, they naturally claimed a large number of slots—this time sending a full hundred participants.

Just as the military’s class users emerged, four figures suddenly flew out from Fortress No. 4.

Ye Hao led the way, with Wang Lin, Wei Cang, and Xia Shize close behind.

“Why are they here?”

“It’s Ye Hao.”

“I heard he secluded himself in Fortress No. 9 to master the Demon Extermination Tower. Looks like the rumors were true. Did he succeed?”

“Unlikely. If he had, the whole world would already know. Don’t forget how fierce the struggle was back when Serene God and the rest fought for Shenxia Tower.”

Meng Anwen frowned, “What are they doing here?”

Lin Moyu didn’t know the newcomers, but he could sense all four were God-level powerhouses, the man in front being particularly strong.

“Do we have a grudge with them?” Lin Moyu asked.

Meng Anwen shook his head, “Not exactly. We’re just not on good terms. No need to pay them any mind. If they want to come, let them.”

“Who are they?”

“The one in front is Ye Hao, a level 95 God-level Mage. In seniority, he’s a generation above me and Old Bai.”

“The others: Xia Shize, level 93 God-level Mage; Wei Cang, level 92 God-level Warrior; and Wang Lin, level 92 God-level Knight.”

Lin Moyu committed the names to memory.

If it was merely a matter of poor relations, that was fine. But if there was a deeper feud, then these four would be his enemies too.

The four landed in the guest section.

Ye Hao’s sharp gaze swept the crowd before settling on Lin Moyu, “You must be Godly General Lin. A remarkable young talent.”

Lin Moyu replied evenly, “You flatter me, Senior Ye. I still have a long way to go.”

Ye Hao chuckled, “No need for false modesty. The future belongs to your generation.”

Then his eyes shifted to Ning Yiyi and the two other women, “Tairan, Xinghai, Little Shu, these must be your granddaughters?”

Ning Tairan responded, “That’s right. Do you have advice for them, Senior Ye?”

Though he belonged to Bai Yiyuan’s faction and wasn’t close with Ye Hao, they had not yet fallen out completely.

Ye Hao smiled, “I happen to have a great-grandson—handsome, talented, naturally gifted. He’s about their age. Perhaps we could arrange something?”

“Senior Ye!” Lin Moyu suddenly cut in.

Ye Hao turned, “Godly General Lin, do you have something to say?”

“Where is this great-grandson of yours?” Lin Moyu asked calmly, “Could you bring him over?”

Ye Hao raised a brow, “Interested in meeting him? He truly is a dragon among men.”

A faint smile touched Lin Moyu’s lips, “Not particularly. But I can send him on his way, and put an end to your wishful thinking.”