Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 540: Good Thing I Was Born Earlier

Lin Moyu finally grasped the true purpose of the Divine Stone Dungeon: it existed to identify the truly powerful and promising individuals.

He asked in a low voice, “So, does scoring 90 points in the Divine Stone Dungeon mean one can become a God-level powerhouse?”

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, “It’s not that simple. A score of 90 just means you might become a God-level powerhouse—it’s far from a guarantee.”

“But the higher the score, the better your odds.”

“Anyone who can’t even hit 90 pretty much has no chance of reaching God-level.”

Meng Anwen added, “Since the dungeon’s discovery 480 years ago, over a million have entered.”

“Fewer than 500 ever scored 90 or above—only about ten each time the dungeon opened.”

“Of those 500, barely fifty actually reached God-level.”

Lin Moyu exhaled softly, “So becoming a God-level powerhouse really is that difficult.”

Beside Bai Yiyuan, Zhu Qingliu chuckled, “It’s hard for others, but not for you, Moyu.”

“Yiyuan has told me everything—you’re destined to become a God-level powerhouse.”

Her beautiful face lit with a bright smile, “If you ever face trouble, just come to me. I’ll help however I can.”

“Thank you, Master’s Wife.” Lin Moyu replied with a smile.

A master’s wife like her was truly rare.

Inside the Divine Stone Dungeon, the scene shifted again.

Ninety percent of participants defeated the white tiger and advanced.

Beams of light descended, fully restoring their strength, stamina, and spirit force.

Their scores climbed to thirty.

As Meng Anwen predicted, a few were eliminated. They appeared outside the dungeon, looking both embarrassed and ashamed.

Failing as early as the third trial was a humiliation, and they left quickly, unable to endure the stares.

Meng Anwen sneered, “Useless. No real combat ability at all.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Level doesn’t equal strength. Humanity needs powerful combatants, not weaklings with inflated level.”

Inside, the fourth trial began.

Again it was a wind tiger, but now it was stronger—three levels higher than each participant.

For a level 50 class user, that meant facing a level 53 wind tiger.

For Lin Moyu, who was used to battling foes dozens of levels above him, this was nothing.

But for others, it was a serious challenge.

The dungeon filled with contrasting scenes. Some fled in panic, chased by the wind tiger.

Others fought hard, struggling but managing to hold their ground

And then there were those who faced the monster with ease—fighting an opponent three levels higher as if it were nothing.

The gap in combat power beginning to show

Lin Moyu noted the ones with energy to spare; they were bound to advance.

Those barely holding on would soon fall—if not here, then in the next trial.

By his estimation, this trial alone would cut the challengers in half.

The prize of half a Talent Divine Stone would not come cheaply.

Outside, in the stands, thousands of spectators pointed and muttered.

They, too, would soon face the dungeon, and every moment of observation was a chance to gather information.

Pride flared when a family member excelled; shame followed when one faltered.

"Pathetic! If it were me, that wouldn’t be happening."

"Have they never fought monsters before?"

"It’s not even a boss—what’s so hard? I could solo a boss without breaking a sweat."

The viewing stands buzzed as the spectators voiced their opinions.

At the highest tier, a cluster of old men sat together, watching with quiet amusement.

Once, they too had been part of that crowd and had stepped into the Divine Stone Dungeon.

Elsewhere, two gazes fixed on Lin Moyu.

One belonged to Shui Junzhi, eyes dark with hatred.

He kept it well hidden—now that he knew who Lin Moyu truly was, he understood revenge wasn’t something he could take lightly.

If he wanted vengeance, he would have to wait for the right moment.

His gaze then shifted to Shu Han.

The other was Dan Feiying, whose relief was obvious as he thumped his chest.

“Whew… good thing I didn’t provoke him. A godly general’s woman… even nine lives wouldn’t save me. Guess Mo Yun is off-limits.”

The two men had very different thoughts.

Different personalities naturally led them down different paths—and, in the end, to different destinies.

Inside the dungeon, the trials marched on.

The fifth level’s difficulty rose again—but in an unexpected way.

The wind tiger’s level no longer scaled upward; instead, it dropped back to match the challengers.

However, a second tiger appeared: a fire tiger, wreathed in flame.

It wasn’t as fast as the wind tiger, but its attack power was significantly higher, and its strikes were far more aggressive.

The two tigers, with completely different attributes, fought in perfect harmony, overwhelming the challengers.

Clumsy, laughable scenes unfolded one after another, drawing bursts of laughter from the spectators.

Yet none of them stopped to consider that they too would soon enter the dungeon, and face the same humiliation.

Meng Anwen explained, “The fifth level is the fire tiger, the sixth is the water tiger, and the seventh is the lightning tiger.”

“When the wind, fire, water, and lightning tigers merge, they form the boss of the eighth level.”

Lin Moyu asked, “And the ninth?”

Meng Anwen lowered his voice, “The ninth is the boundless level. Wind, fire, water, and lightning tigers keep spawning in ever-growing numbers, with every minute you survive earning a point.”

Lin Moyu noted that for Meng Anwen to have scored 94 points, he must have lasted at least fourteen minutes.

The sheer number of tigers in that span was unimaginable; enduring it at all was an incredible feat.

Such combat power was truly formidable.

But to Lin Moyu, it didn’t seem all that challenging.

Not only could he endure, he’d be able to strike back.

As Meng Anwen said, the dungeon only grew harsher with each trial.

One by one, challengers were eliminated.

By the seventh level, when all four elemental tigers appeared together, only five of the original hundred remained.

Ninety-five percent had already been eliminated.

Those who remained were barely holding on, struggling to fend off the relentless assault.

Bai Yiyuan snorted, “Pathetic. This bunch is far worse than we were back in the day.”

Meng Anwen replied, “That’s to be expected. True geniuses are rare. And with Moyu here, every other so-called genius of this generation is destined to be overshadowed.”

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, “You’re right. Moyu stands unmatched among them. Lucky for me, I was born earlier—otherwise, I’d never have had the chance to shine.”

Zhu Qingliu chuckled, “So thick-skinned.”

“Depends who you compare me to.” Bai Yiyuan replied with a sly grin. “Next to some, I’m not thick-skinned at all.”

His words carried a pointed edge, but Meng Anwen ignored him.

With the last participant eliminated, the first round of the hundred-man trial ended.

No one reached the ninth level to claim half a Talent Divine Stone.

The best result was the seventh level, worth just 60 points.

“Second group of one hundred, step forward!” Barked the military’s God-level overseer of the Divine Stone Dungeon.

Another hundred stepped up and quickly entered, and a new round of trials began.

After watching for a while, Lin Moyu lost interest. He walked over to Ning Yiyi, “Are you confident?”

Ning Yiyi giggled, “No problem. I trained in the family’s secret realm for this dungeon. I’m seventy percent sure I can make it to the ninth level.”

“Just be careful.” Lin Moyu said softly. “Don’t force it. Even if you don’t get the half a Talent Divine Stone, I’ll find another way.”

Ning Yiyi smiled sweetly, “Got it. Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous.”

The dungeon had indeed been safe for centuries, without a single accident.

Lin Moyu knew that, so he said no more.

Off to the side, Mo Yun and Shu Han exchanged a look, unable to hide their envy at Ning Yiyi’s radiant smile.