Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 542: Unique Class: Battle Concocter

The three girls entered the dungeon together. In their group, Lin Moyu also noticed Mu Xianxian.

She greeted him with a simple smile and a wave.

“Moyu, that girl’s class is quite rare.” Meng Anwen chuckled.

Lin Moyu nodded, “It is. I only met her by chance.”

Meng Anwen patted his shoulder, “Not bad. Don’t let this opportunity slip away.”

Lin Moyu stiffened. What exactly did he mean by that?

Bai Yiyuan snorted, “Yeah, you’d better grab it while you can. If there’s anything you don’t get, go ask your Teacher Meng. When it comes to this stuff, he’s the best. No one else even comes close.”

“He’s right. If you don’t understand, ask your Teacher Meng. When it comes to matters like this, no one compares.”

Lin Moyu shut his mouth, unwilling to argue with the two thick-skinned men.

Ning Yiyi was an Assassin, a legendary rank class user to boot, and she possessed incredibly strong combat ability.

Mo Yun, even stronger, was a mid-tier legendary rank Holy Spirit Summoner who possessed a Primordial Rune. Her strength rivaled, if not surpassed, Feng Xuan’s.

Mu Xianxian’s class wasn’t combat-focused, but her talent and skills were absurdly powerful. Used correctly, they could be game-changing.

But the one who intrigued Lin Moyu most was Shu Han.

Her level was high—likely over 65—yet her combat style remained a mystery.

Concocters were exceedingly rare, and little was known about them.

To most people, they were nothing more than potion-makers with no fighting ability.

Moreover, Shu Han hadn’t reached God-level yet.

“Just wait and watch.” Meng Anwen said with a knowing smile, “Your Senior Shu will give you a big surprise.”

“My Senior Shu?” Lin Moyu was taken aback.

Meng Anwen’s words carried hidden meaning, but Lin Moyu wasn’t about to take the bait.

Meng Anwen sighed in disappointment when his teasing failed.

The first two levels were simple; any class user could clear them unless they were a complete fool.

At the third level, a wind tiger appeared.

Ning Yiyi’s figure blurred, and in less than 0.1 seconds she stood atop the monster’s head.

Her dagger plunged down, killing it instantly.

Mo Yun’s Holy Spirit Unicorn belched a beam of light, annihilating the wind tiger in the blink of an eye.

Mu Xianxian swung her platinum maul, striking the wind tiger over and over.

To everyone’s shock, the monster didn’t resist.

Only Lin Moyu knew that she had stunned it with her skill.

After four or five brutal blows, the wind tiger’s head was smashed in, leaving it dead at her feet.

On Shu Han’s side, things took a specially unusual turn. A glow flared at her fingertip, and a pill materialized.

The pill burst apart, releasing a cloud of green smoke.

The wind tiger barely inhaled a whiff before collapsing into a deep sleep.

The dungeon system determined that Shu Han had cleared the challenge.

Zhu Qingliu giggled, “Moyu, did you see that?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “I saw it… but I don’t really understand.”

To him, Shu Han’s skill was bizarre.

Meng Anwen explained, “Her class is special, truly one of a kind. Its full name is Battle Concocter. She can create medicines with unique effects.”

“The skill she just used is Nightfall Smoke. Even the slightest breath can knock a target unconscious… perhaps forever.”

Lin Moyu was stunned. He could hardly believe such a class existed.

“Can skills really create medicines directly? Isn’t that… creating something from nothing?”

Meng Anwen chuckled, “Creating something from nothing, turning stone into gold… In this world, nothing is impossible.”

“If you think it is, it only shows your horizons are too narrow. Once you reach God-level, you’ll understand.”

“I see.” Lin Moyu murmured, committing those words to memory.

The dungeon trials pressed on, posing little threat to the four of them.

Shu Han’s display was the strangest. Each time, she conjured a pill, and the battle ended swiftly.

Mu Xianxian’s fights were the fiercest. But with her Combat Instinct talent, it made her seem untouchable.

Ning Yiyi moved like a phantom; the tigers couldn’t even brush her sleeve.

Only at the eighth level did the pressure mount.

Four tigers merged into a single boss, its attributes skyrocketing.

At this moment, Mu Xianxian’s skill truly shone.

As soon as the boss appeared, she locked it down, keeping it stunned.

The boss had no chance to fight back and was eventually taken down.

At the same time, Shu Han once again revealed the strange might of the Battle Concocter class.

She unleashed a barrage of pills, which detonated into clouds of gas, turning the dungeon into a mist-filled expanse.

The boss was disoriented, unable to find its target. After inhaling a heavy dose of the mist, its life came to an end.

Ning Yiyi and Mo Yun, relying on their formidable combat prowess, crushed the boss and advanced to the ninth level as well.

At the most difficult ninth level, Ning Yiyi simply vanished. The tigers couldn’t find her.

Lin Moyu chuckled, “Knowing she can’t win, she chose not to fight. Clever.”

Her special training for the ninth level had been nothing more than learning how to avoid fighting altogether.

Yet it suited an Assassin perfectly—strike only when necessary, never clash head-on. If the first blow failed, retreat at once.

Mo Yun took the opposite approach. Radiating holy light, she fought shoulder-to-shoulder with her Holy Spirit Unicorn, unleashing a dazzling onslaught against the tigers.

Mu Xianxian, equally fierce, relied on her Combat Instinct talent. Every move was precise, every dodge born from sharp analysis.

Shu Han remained the most enigmatic. Mist swallowed the dungeon, veiling her presence from both spectators outside and the monsters within.

An eerie stillness settled over the battlefield.

Lin Moyu frowned, “If that’s the case, won’t Senior Shu last indefinitely?”

Meng Anwen laughed, “Hardly. The dungeon has its own rules. The first ten minutes are easy. After that, it turns brutal.”

Bai Yiyuan added, “Reaching 90 points isn’t the problem. Lasting past that is.”

Earlier, Feng Xuan had barely endured ten minutes, just enough for a 90-point score. But the true challenge had yet to begin.

Of Ning Yiyi’s group, only four remained. The rest had already been eliminated.

When the tenth minute arrived, the dungeon stirred. A mysterious force spread like a storm.

Ning Yiyi, who had been hiding, was instantly forced out of stealth, and the tigers all lunged at her.

Under the influence of this strange power, she could no longer conceal herself, and her speed dropped sharply.

Mo Yun was also affected—both she and her Unicorn suffered a sharp drop in speed, and their attacks lost their bite.

Mu Xianxian fared the worst. The mysterious force completely threw off her rhythm.

In the blink of an eye, she was eliminated, before reappearing outside the dungeon, dazed by the sudden knock out.

Meanwhile, Shu Han remained hidden within the mist, though it churned as if stirred by a giant hand. It was clear she couldn’t hold on much longer.

Meng Anwen said, “See that? After the ten-minute mark, the monsters don’t just grow stronger and increase in number… even the dungeon itself begins to interfere. Under such conditions, it’s hard to last long.”

Lin Moyu nodded. The mysterious force had already disrupted Ning Yiyi and the others. Mu Xianxian was the first to fall, and the rest were close behind.

Ning Yiyi was the second to be eliminated.

By the time she was cornered with nowhere left to dodge, she held on one minute longer than Mu Xianxian and scored 91 points.

Half a Talent Divine Stone appeared in her spirit world.

Despite her defeat, Ning Yiyi skipped back happily.

“Impressive, huh?” She bragged to Lin Moyu, beaming like a child expecting praise.

Lin Moyu smiled, “Very impressive. You dodged beautifully.”

Ning Yiyi puffed her cheeks playfully, “It’s the easiest method—less tiring, and safer too.”

Lin Moyu chuckled, “Indeed. A clever approach.”

Less than a minute after her, Mo Yun was overwhelmed by the sheer number of monsters and was eliminated.

With a score of 92, she too had performed excellently.

Now only Shu Han remained.

Her performance was nothing short of astonishing. The one who seemed weakest had lasted the longest.

The dungeon’s power hammered at her mist, but never broke through—until the 95-minute mark.

A beastly roar shook the air.

A colossal multicolored tiger, over a hundred meters tall, emerged in the sky like a living mountain.

The creature’s massive paw crashed down, dispersing the mist and hurling Shu Han out of the dungeon.

95 points. Shu Han had tied the highest record ever achieved in the Divine Stone Dungeon.