Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu flew several hundred kilometers in one breath, soaring over endless rocks.

He didn’t stop until the terrain below began to shift—he had entered another boss’s territory.

In this land, each territory was clearly defined.

For instance, there was a sharp boundary between the Giant Leaf Mother Tree’s territory and that of the Venomous Flood Dragon.

Lin Moyu didn’t know whether the bosses fought or coexisted peacefully. It didn’t concern him.

The moment he noticed the terrain change, he descended.

After all, staying airborne was too risky—if a flying boss spotted him, he’d be an easy target.

The ground beneath his feet felt soft.

Lush green grass, about half a foot tall, blanketed the land. He had arrived in a vast grassland.

Compared to the desolate wasteland of the serpent monsters, this place teemed with life.

A gentle breeze swept across the field, bending the grass and creating a soft rustling sound.

But the grassland wasn’t flat—it rippled with slopes, one rolling into the next like frozen waves.

As Lin Moyu walked, an odd sensation crept over him.

The temperature was mild, the earth soft underfoot, yet a chill seemed to rise from below.

Frowning, he summoned a Skeletal Berserk Warrior, intending to dig into the grassland and see what lay beneath.

What lay hidden below—and why did it feel so cold?

The layer of grass was surprisingly tough.

That made everything feel even stranger. If it was just an ordinary layer of grass, how could it be this resilient?

The entire grassland felt like a single, living entity.

Strangely, the grass wasn’t rooted in soil—it grew atop some kind of solid mass.

Following Lin Moyu’s command, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior raised its axe and brought it down with full force.

Thud.

A dull sound echoed.

Lin Moyu felt the ground tremble faintly, but the strike had no effect. The force had been absorbed, dispersed into the earth.

“It’s really tough.” He muttered.

This confirmed it—the grassland was just as durable as the land of serpent monster domain.

Another breeze swept across the field. Once again, the grass bent with the wind.

But something felt off.

This time, the grass blades curved in the same direction—toward the Skeletal Berserk Warrior.

Looking closely, the tips of the grass blades glinted with a cold, metallic sheen.

Whoosh!

Sharp sounds sliced through the air.

Lin Moyu instinctively leapt back.

In a flash, countless grass blades shot out like miniature swords.

They struck the Skeletal Berserk Warrior with a flurry of crisp impacts.

The skeleton took heavy damage.

Lin Moyu’s eyes widened—if not for his Comprehensive Link talent, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior would’ve been destroyed.

In just that one instant, over a hundred grass blades had attacked.

After a single round of attack, the grass blades settled back into place, soft and undisturbed—as if nothing had happened. It was utterly surreal.

Lin Moyu was taken aback.

He realized the Skeletal Berserk Warrior’s strike had triggered the grass’s counterattack.

The reason only one wave of attacks was likely because the skeleton had only struck once.

What if it struck a few more times?

Curious, Lin Moyu gave another command.

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior raised its axe and brought it down again—this time with less force.

Lin Moyu stepped back a few paces, watching closely.

As expected, another wave of grass blades shot out, striking the skeleton like a swarm of sharp swords.

But this time, there were noticeably fewer than before

Once the attack ended, the grass settled back into place as if nothing had happened.

"Once more." Lin Moyu ordered.

This time, its axe glowed red as it struck, its power amplified severalfold.

With a thunderous crash, the ground trembled again, and shockwaves rippled outward.

Then—something shocking happened.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, every blade of grass turned sharply, aiming directly at the Skeletal Berserk Warrior.

An instant later, the field exploded.

Tens of thousands of grass blades launched into the air, all converging on the skeleton like a green storm of steel.

The air was filled with sharp, crackling sounds as they struck.

A massive bald patch appeared in the grassland.

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu summoned his undead army and ordered the Lich Generals to cast their healing skill.

The assault had been overwhelming—tens of thousands of strikes in a short moment.

But thanks to Comprehensive Link, the damage was spread across the entire undead force.

All of the skeletons had taken damage simultaneously.

Fortunately, the attack lasted only a single wave before everything returned to normal.

“Still just one wave.” Lin Moyu murmured, “The stronger the strike, the stronger the counterattack. The grassland seems to possess a damage reflection property.”

It reminded him of a Knight-class skill—Damage Reflection, which returned damage to the attacker in equal measure.

The grassland appeared to possess a similar property—the stronger the Skeletal Berserk Warrior's attack, the greater the damage reflected back.

But when Lin Moyu had walked across the grass earlier, even pressing it down beneath his feet, nothing had happened.

That meant there had to be a threshold. Only when enough force was applied did the reflection mechanism activate.

To test the theory, he raised his foot and stomped down hard—deliberately using about 50,000 points of strength.

As expected, in the next moment, over a hundred grass blades turned toward him—he had been locked on.

It wasn’t just physical; the lock gripped his very soul—unavoidable and inescapable.

The lock originated from the soul itself—unavoidable and inescapable.

The grass blades launched toward him, but his Bone Armor blocked them all.

After several experiments, Lin Moyu confirmed his hypothesis.

This land wasn’t just tough—it had a damage reflection property.

Walking normally didn’t trigger it. But any excessive force would provoke a counterattack.

For instance, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior could walk across the field without incident.

But once it began to run or apply too much force, grass blades would lash out in response.

During one test, the skeleton broke into a run.

As it sprinted forward, the grassland responded in kind—grass blades continuously rose from the ground behind to strike it.

The scene was indescribably beautiful.

Now that Lin Moyu had deciphered the grassland’s mechanism, he activated Lightning Deathwings, hovering half a meter above the ground as he flew forward at high speed.

Walking was too slow. But running would trigger a counterattack.

Low-altitude flight was the safest and fastest option.

The grassland was eerily quiet.

Lin Moyu had flown several kilometers and still hadn’t encountered a single monster.

For a moment, he even wondered if this territory was simply empty.

Then he saw it—a lake.

At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. A lake nestled in the middle of the grassland—nothing unusual.

Perhaps, he thought, monsters were hiding beneath its surface.

But what happened next shattered all expectations.

A vortex formed at the center of the lake. In moments, the water vanished—drained away as if swallowed by the earth.

The “lake” had only been about 30 meters wide, more of a pond than anything else.

From its dry bed, a massive creature emerged.

It resembled an octopus, its entire body green, with eight massive tentacles—each over twenty meters long.

The creature crawled swiftly across the grassland, its color shifting as it moved, blending seamlessly with the terrain until it vanished from sight.

Not invisible—but camouflaged.

Its body blended so perfectly with the grassland that Lin Moyu couldn’t detect it visually.

Worse still, his spirit force couldn't sense it either.

Its aura had merged with the land itself.

A chill ran down Lin Moyu’s spine.

Had he already passed by similar monsters without even realizing it?

Without disturbing the creature, he flew over to where the lake had been.

Now, only a crater remained—roughly 30 meters wide and five meters deep.

With the layer of grass peeled gone, the ground beneath was exposed.

Lin Moyu spotted it immediately—about a meter below the surface, there was a thick layer of ice, its true depth impossible to measure.

“It was drinking water...” Lin Moyu muttered.

The monster had melted the ice, consumed the resulting water, and left—without making a sound.

A strange feeling crept over him.

A vibrant grassland—incredibly though and quick to strike back. Yet beneath its surface lay a thick layer of ice.

“Could this be a sea? Frozen over... with grass growing on top?”

That seemed to be the only explanation that fit.

After all, what else would explain the presence of a giant octopus in the middle of a landlocked plain?

Just as he pondered this, a thunderous explosion rang out a distance away.

Violent shockwaves swept across the grassland.

In the wake of the blast, something incredible happened.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, countless grass blades suddenly shot upward and streaked through the air, all converging in the direction of the explosion.