Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 645: How Did You Become A Five-Star Godly General?

By the time Lin Moyu completed his twentieth dungeon run, his storage space was officially full.

Aside from a few personal items, it was packed to the brim with equipment and materials.

There were 80 pieces of the Kunlun set alone.

As for whether they formed complete sets with matching attributes, he hadn’t even checked. He’d been far too focused on grinding.

With no choice but to stop, Lin Moyu prepared to leave.

At that moment, the dungeon vortex flared to life. Ripples of spatial fluctuations spread through the air as a group of people teleported out.

They wore identical uniforms. It was the same group Lin Moyu had seen earlier while ascending the mountain.

He immediately suspected a military background. Their movements were precise, their actions synchronized, and the aura they exuded was entirely different from that of ordinary class users.

Even elite guilds like Jialan couldn’t match this level of discipline.

After emerging, they paused briefly, enduring the usual post-teleportation disorientation. The instant their vision cleared, and they spotted Lin Moyu, they snapped into action.

In the blink of an eye, they formed a combat formation.

That confirmed it.

Military training could be imitated, but instinctive emergency responses like this could not.

Lin Moyu smiled faintly, signaling that he meant no harm.

The leader of the group stepped forward with firm, powerful strides and stopped before him. In a deep voice, he asked, “Excuse me, Sir… are you Godly General Lin?”

Lin Moyu smiled, took out his military badge, and put it on.

The badge gleamed with brilliant purple light. The five stars emblazoned upon it were dazzling.

The man’s composure shattered, “A five-star godly general?!”

A sudden gust of icy wind rushed past, forcing freezing air into his lungs and sending him into a coughing fit.

Suppressing it, he snapped to attention and saluted, “Greetings, Godly General Lin!”

“There’s no need for that.” Lin Moyu said calmly, “I’m a godly general in name only. I don’t hold an actual military post.”

“You’re a military dungeon-raiding party?”

“Yes, sir!” The man replied loudly, “Shenxia Empire Military, Eighth Military District, Dungeon Strategy Unit, Third Party. I’m the party leader—Qi Tiezhu!”

Lin Moyu nodded, “You’re not bad. How was the harvest?”

Qi Tiezhu hesitated, “Godly General Lin, I’m not authorized to disclose that.”

The military had strict rules. Without permission, many details remained classified.

Though Lin Moyu held the title of five-star godly general, it was honorary. His status was supreme, but he lacked administrative authority.

“I understand.” Lin Moyu replied, “Stay safe. If you’re capable, try opening multiple platforms at once next time. There will be more monsters—but double the rewards.”

Qi Tiezhu replied, “Opening two platforms is extremely dangerous.”

Lin Moyu’s gaze swept over the party. Their auras were unified, their posture flawless.

Every single one of them was a level 80 class user.

Backed by military training, their combat synergy was undoubtedly exceptional.

As his gaze passed over them, each soldier unconsciously straightened, brimming with vigor.

After all, standing before them was a legendary five-star godly general.

Lin Moyu nodded in approval. Despite reaching level 80, none of them showed the slightest arrogance.

“With your coordination, opening two platforms shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Our level is sufficient.” Qi Tiezhu replied, “But our equipment is lacking. If every brother had a full set of quasi-legendary-grade equipment, we’d have a real chance.”

In the military, equipment didn’t necessarily go to the one who obtained it. Everything was redistributed by higher command to where it was most needed.

That was the reality of the military.

Lin Moyu pondered briefly, then said, “Meeting you here is fate. I have some equipment from the dungeon. Take a look, see if anything suits you.”

With a wave of his hand, nearly 800 pieces of quasi-legendary-grade equipment appeared.

In an instant, the ground was buried beneath a mountain of equipment.

The sheer weight crushed the snow flat, splashing vivid color across the pristine white landscape.

Everyone froze. This wasn’t a metaphor—it was literally a pile of equipment.

Qi Tiezhu stared in disbelief, “Godly General Lin… all of this came from the dungeon? How long have you been grinding?”

Lin Moyu replied, “Half a day. About 400 pieces per run. It’s pretty fast.”

Qi Tiezhu was stunned. The soldiers around him stood frozen, mouths agape, utterly speechless.

400 pieces per run? Pretty fast? Half a day?

For them, a single dungeon run took nearly an entire day and yielded barely 10 pieces of quasi-legendary-grade equipment.

After that, they had to wait 10 days for the dungeon cooldown to reset.

With a 24–man party, it was impossible for everyone to have Advanced Cooldown Talismans.

To amass this much equipment, they would need to raid the dungeon 80 times. At one run every 10 days, that meant 800 days, or over three years.

What would take them three years of exhausting labor had taken Lin Moyu only half a day.

The gap was enough to make anyone feel inadequate.

Qi Tiezhu was completely convinced now. The reputation surrounding Lin Moyu was no exaggeration.

Regardless of his level, his strength was unquestionably real.

The reason Lin Moyu was willing to hand over the equipment was simple: they belonged to the Eighth Military District.

The Eighth Military District was also known as Fortress No. 8, the power base of Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen. Anyone from Fortress No. 8 was, in effect, their subordinate.

…

At the White God Courtyard, tranquility had returned.

Meng Anwen, Bai Yiyuan, and Yan Kuangsheng sat together, sipping tea.

Half a day earlier, Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan had completed their advancement, successfully reaching level 96.

At that stage, law had entered their bodies and merged with their skills.

From that moment on, they could wield law itself, drastically amplifying the power of their skills.

Their next task was to integrate more law into their skills, strengthening both skill and body.

As the quantity and potency of law they wielded increased, they would eventually comprehend its true essence and begin to exert control over it.

Once they reached that realm, they would become half-step Transcendent God-level experts.

Yan Kuangsheng spoke, “Moyu’s been gone for quite a while. I wonder when he’ll be back.”

Bai Yiyuan took a sip of tea, “That kid said we didn’t need to worry about his third class awakening. Who knows what he’s up to.”

Meng Anwen chuckled, “There’s no need to worry. Moyu’s third class awakening will definitely succeed. After all, that person is involved.”

Yan Kuangsheng sighed, “I really didn’t expect Moyu to be able to communicate with that person.”

Bai Yiyuan said, “Indeed. In the entire human race, only half-step Transcendent God-level experts are qualified to speak with him. Even at level 96, we still aren’t.”

Yan Kuangsheng recalled the time he had recklessly challenged Antares. Looking back, it was a miracle he had survived.

Suddenly, Meng Anwen’s brow twitched, “Moyu is back.”

Delight immediately surfaced on their faces.

As his words fell, a ripple of spatial fluctuation came from outside the courtyard.

Someone had teleported in.

Only a handful of people in the entire human race were authorized to teleport directly into the White God Courtyard.

They sensed Lin Moyu’s aura, and their expressions changed instantly.

Meng Anwen spoke softly, “Moyu has completed his third class awakening, and…”

Yan Kuangsheng nodded, his senses just as sharp, “…and he’s extremely strong. I’d say he’s even stronger than an average God-level expert.”

“Just how did Moyu complete his third class awakening? What methods did that person use?”

“That person’s methods are beyond our comprehension. If Moyu doesn’t bring it up himself, don’t ask.”

“Understood.”

They were all seasoned veterans, fully aware of what could and could not be asked.

Lin Moyu hadn’t returned to the White God Courtyard in a long time, and a trace of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

Though he had recently glimpsed a much broader world, this small courtyard still filled him with warmth.

Since his grandmother’s passing and his sister setting off on her own path, this place had become the warmest corner of his memories.

“Teachers, I’m back.”

Seeing the three familiar figures, Lin Moyu greeted them respectfully and stepped forward to serve tea.

These three had genuinely cared for him, without any ulterior motives.

Meng Anwen said nothing. Lin Moyu’s safe return was enough.

Yan Kuangsheng smiled, “Not bad, not bad. Moyu, not only have you completed your third class awakening, but your strength has grown by leaps and bounds.”

Bai Yiyuan laughed, “Kid, you really didn’t disappoint me—”

Mid-sentence, he suddenly jumped to his feet, “How did you become a five-star godly general?!”

Only then did Meng Anwen notice the military badge on Lin Moyu’s shoulder.

He said softly, “Moyu, have some tea. No need to rush. Tell us slowly.”

To earn the rank of five-star godly general required countless life-and-death battles.

They couldn’t begin to imagine what Lin Moyu had endured.

After all, no matter how extraordinary his combat power was, he was still only level 74.

It was hard to belie one believe he could face God-level powerhouses without breaking a sweat.