Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 424: Show More Respect To Godly General Lin

A single purchase of 500 Intermediate Skill Scrolls—an undeniably grand move.

The manager of the Trade Office was left stunned again.

Lin Moyu had just sold equipment worth 9 billion and immediately spent 4 billion on Skill Scrolls.

The manager muttered, "Without the discount, we could’ve earned another billion..."

A billion—an astronomical sum for most. Yet, a simple directive from above wiped it away.

As he stood dazed, another transaction appeared.

Another 4 billion gold coins.

Lin Moyu bought 500 more scrolls, ensuring he had enough.

Money was never an issue for him.

A few more dungeon runs, and the loot sales would quickly refill his pockets.

After all, going solo meant keeping all the drops—no need to share.

Earning gold was easy.

With 1,000 Intermediate Skill Scrolls, he had nearly emptied the Trade Office’s stock.

"That should do be enough." He mused.

If not, he had Intermediate Flash Skill Scrolls as backup.

Upon returning to the White God Courtyard, Lin Moyu sensed foreign auras—they felt familiar.

"A gift delivery." He smirked.

Stepping inside, he found Dongfang Yi and Dongfang Yao.

A flicker of apology crossed Dongfang Yao’s eyes when she saw him.

It was unclear whether Dongfang Yao felt guilty for getting Lin Moyu trapped in the Putrid Corpse Land or for her previous unreasonable request.

Not that it mattered. Lin Moyu wasn’t petty—it was water under the bridge.

Dongfang Yi greeted him with a respectful smile, "Godly General Lin, you're back."

His attitude was notably respectful. As both an emperor and a God-level powerhouse, he normally wouldn’t need to show such courtesy to Lin Moyu.

Yet, for various reasons, he treated Lin Moyu with great politeness.

He understood that as long as Lin Moyu remained alive, it was only a matter of time before he surpassed him.

By then, titles like "emperor" and "God-level powerhouse" would be meaningless.

Dongfang Yi had the foresight to recognize that.

Lin Moyu returned the courtesy, "Emperor Dongfang, Princess Yao."

"Hello, Godly General Lin." Dongfang Yao addressed him as “Godly General Lin” as a sign of respect.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yi's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing. His voice trembled slightly, "Godly General Lin, you’re now a two-star godly general?"

Lin Moyu nodded, "Mm."

He walked past Dongfang Yi and stopped beside Bai Yiyuan, saying nothing more. He knew exactly why they were here.

Better to let Bai Yiyuan handle it—he was an expert at squeezing people dry.

The only question was whether Dongfang Yi and Dongfang Yao had just arrived or had already been ‘dealt with.’

At that moment, Bai Yiyuan spoke, "Emperor Dongfang, we appreciate your goodwill. What happened before was just an unfortunate mistake—no need to dwell on it."

Dongfang Yi exhaled in relief.

The matter was settled.

Lin Moyu understood—Bai Yiyuan had already shaken them down.

After a few more polite exchanges, Dongfang Yi and Dongfang Yao left White God Courtyard.

Even as he departed, Dongfang Yi remained exceedingly respectful, ensuring he bid Lin Moyu farewell.

After teleporting back to the imperial palace, Dongfang Yao frowned, "Father, why has your attitude toward Lin Moyu suddenly become so... deferential?"

Dongfang Yi had always been polite to Lin Moyu, but this was different—it felt like he was trying to curry favor.

Dongfang Yi coughed lightly, "He’s now a two-star godly general."

Dongfang Yao blinked, "Wasn’t he already a godly general? What’s so special about being two-star?"

Dongfang Yi sighed, then explained, "There’s a huge difference. Anyone with enough military merit can become a godly general."

"A starless godly general and a one-star godly general? The gap isn’t significant—you just need to kill enough enemies."

"But a two-star godly general… that’s different. To achieve that, you must kill a Demon King. This means at least one Demon King has fallen at Godly General Lin’s hands."

"I heard rumors that the Fire Demon King went into a dungeon to hunt Godly General Lin… and ended up dead instead. At first, I thought it was impossible—how could someone below level 50 kill a Demon King?"

"But today, I confirmed it. The military badge doesn’t lie."

Dongfang Yao’s curiosity deepened, "Could it be that White God and Serene God weakened the Demon King first, then let Lin Moyu land the final blow?"

Dongfang Yi chuckled, "That wouldn’t work—the military badge wouldn’t count it as his kill."

"In short, from now on, show Godly General Lin more respect. His future achievements will be beyond imagination."

Meanwhile, at White God Courtyard, Bai Yiyuan was grinning ear to ear.

Lin Moyu had no idea how much he had extorted from the imperial family, but judging by his expression—it was a fortune.

Meng Anwen smirked, "Look at you, grinning like that. You’re practically drooling."

Bai Yiyuan beamed, "The imperial family is filthy rich—far wealthier than I am."

"I spent decades collecting materials, yet that doesn’t even compare to how much they lost in an instant."

Seeing Bai Yiyuan so pleased, Lin Moyu grew curious about what Dongfang Yi had brought.

Bai Yiyuan uttered, "Moyu, do you want to go to Putrid Corpse Land again?"

Lin Moyu’s expression darkened instantly—his teacher had lost his mind.

Meng Anwen sighed, "Ignore him. He’s gone crazy."

"This time, Dongfang Yi showed real sincerity, bringing plenty of valuable resources. Put it this way—everything you spent on your second class awakening has been fully reimbursed."

"There’s enough for your third class awakening."

"Plus, there are some things you can use right away."

Lin Moyu knew how much Bai Yiyuan had sacrificed for his second class awakening, nearly emptying his savings.

Despite being a God-level powerhouse, Bai Yiyuan’s wealth wasn’t far from limitless. Compared to the imperial family, who had accumulated resources for over a thousand years, he simply couldn’t compete.

For them, giving away more than Bai Yiyuan’s entire fortune was nothing.

Meng Anwen, unable to tolerate Bai Yiyuan’s antics any longer, fired a ray of energy from his fingertip. It struck Bai Yiyuan head-on, launching him several hundred meters away.

When Bai Yiyuan flew back, he finally seemed normal again.

Rather than blaming Meng Anwen for the attack, he looked slightly embarrassed.

With a casual toss, he handed Lin Moyu two boxes.

"The rest aren’t much use to you, but these… these are what you need."

Lin Moyu opened the first box.

Inside, neatly arranged, were 10 Intermediate Flash Skill Scrolls—exactly what he needed.

With these, his total count reached 14 Intermediate Flash Skill Scrolls, more than enough.

Then he opened the second box.

The moment he lifted the lid, a dazzling light burst forth.

Inside lay a single scroll—an Advanced Flash Skill Scroll.

Advanced Skill Scrolls were notoriously expensive, selling for 100 million gold coins in the Trade Office.

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Until now, Lin Moyu had only ever obtained one.

Now, he had a second.

Bai Yiyuan nodded, "10 intermediate, one advanced."

"Advanced Flash Skill Scrolls are extremely rare—even the imperial family likely doesn’t have many. Save it for when you reach level 80."

Lin Moyu understood. During his third class awakening at level 70, he should aim for a class sublimation—that way, he’d automatically master level 70 skills without wasting Advanced Skill Scrolls.

At level 90, when ascending to God-level, Skill Scrolls would also be unnecessary.

Only at level 80 would he need them.

Lin Moyu stored the boxes away, "Teachers, I bought some Intermediate Skill Scrolls from the Trade Office. I’ll keep the Intermediate Flash Skill Scrolls as a backup, just in case."

Bai Yiyuan nodded in approval, "Exactly. At level 50, just use regular Skill Scrolls."

"Once you reach level 60, you can start using Flash Skill Scrolls. Fourteen should be plenty—there won’t be that many skills to learn."

"By the way, how many Intermediate Skill Scrolls did you buy? Need more money? I can help."

Lin Moyu replied calmly, "I bought 1,000 scrolls."

"Pfft!" Bai Yiyuan nearly spat out his tea, "1,000?! Where did you get that kind of money?"

Without a discount, 1,000 scrolls would have cost 10 billion gold.

Lin Moyu shrugged, "I sold all the equipment I got from dungeons. Furthermore, the Trade Office gave me a 20% discount."

Doing solo grinding meant keeping all the loot, so earning gold wasn’t a problem.

Bai Yiyuan said, "Restore your energies to peak condition first—then you can start using the Skill Scrolls. 1,000 scrolls should be enough."