Necromancer, but Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 1

Undead Wizard, but a Pre-Collapse Civilization

Author: Under the Dark Night

Synopsis:

Good news, I've transmigrated.

Bad news, it's to a pre-collapse civilization destined for destruction.

Fortunately, Moros still has his cheat system.

Since I've transmigrated, I'll give it my all.

"In short, I'll set a small goal: survive the final world-ending catastrophe!"

Standing before the gates of the graveyard city, looking at the dilapidated territory, Moros felt he could still salvage something.

Leans towards dark fantasy.

Already has one completed novel, guaranteeing I won't drop this one.

Chapter 1: The Transmigrator's Birth

The only hospital in an inconspicuous town on the Mu Continent.

"Mr. Frakt, according to our hospital's examination, your child is a boy. Congratulations."

The doctor, wearing a white coat, smiled as he delivered the examination results to the man known as Mr. Frakt.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Frakt's face broke into an irrepressible joy.

He felt his heart race, an inexplicable excitement surging in his chest.

"Emma, did you hear that? Our child is a boy!"

He turned and excitedly called out to his wife, who was lying on the hospital bed, his voice filled with delight.

"Mhm, Frakt, I heard,"

The young mother, her face beaming with happiness, gently caressed her still not-too-prominent belly, her eyes full of love and anticipation.

"Our child will be very healthy and very happy."

She spoke softly, as if making a promise to the baby in her womb.

"Yes, Emma, our child will be the happiest,"

Mr. Frakt walked to the bedside and gently took his wife's hand.

"I will do everything in my power to give him a warm home and a happy childhood."

His words were filled with firmness and determination, a father-to-be's promise to his future.

The doctor stood by, smiling at the happy couple.

Where… am I…

As his chaotic consciousness gradually cleared, the transmigrator became aware of his existence.

Curled up entirely, the transmigrator felt his entire body submerged in water, a fleshy cord connecting him to the space he was in.

I… haven't been born yet…

Stretching his limbs, he touched flesh and blood as expected, and the transmigrator gained his first understanding of his situation.

A fetus's brain cannot support prolonged thought. After a brief period of awareness, the transmigrator fell back into a chaotic slumber.

After an unknown amount of time, when the transmigrator's consciousness awoke again, he could clearly feel that his body had grown significantly.

How much time has passed?

He forced his eyes open, looking at the warm liquid environment around him, and the transmigrator began to attempt more substantial movements.

He could feel his body was stronger than before; each swing of his limbs created a slight ripple in the water.

"Oh, the baby is kicking me!"

A gentle female voice sounded, and the transmigrator, in his fetal state, could feel the space he occupied distorting.

"Can you feel it, Frakt?"

Emma excitedly said to Mr. Frakt, who had his ear pressed against her belly, her face filled with the joy of an expectant mother.

"Mhm, I can feel it. Our baby is a lively little one."

Mr. Frakt, his face beaming with happiness, looked up and gently stroked his wife's belly, his eyes full of adoration.

Listening to the words of this body's parents, a ripple of emotion spread through the transmigrator's heart.

Although he was not native to this world, the deep expectations and love from his parents still made him feel warm.

He began to try to interact with the man and woman who were about to become his parents in his own way.

He gently kicked his legs; the movement was insignificant, but it was enough to surprise his mother again.

"Look, he's moving again!"

Emma said with a smile, her eyes shining with maternal love.

Mr. Frakt also smiled. He lowered his head again, pressing his ear against his wife's belly, trying to feel his son's movements more clearly.

Father... Mother... huh...

An irresistible drowsiness struck again. Embracing his hopes for the future, the transmigator's consciousness once more fell into silence.

"Dear, let's give the baby a name, shall we?"

Faintly, the transmigator heard a gentle voice.

It was his mother, Emma.

"Mmm, let me think."

Another familiar voice sounded. It was his father, Mr. Frakt.

"Let's name him Moros."

Mr. Frakt's voice was filled with pride and determination.

"Moros, a gift from destiny!"

Unlike the current era, in this era, people only had given names, not surnames.

Amidst his parents' affectionate conversation, the transmigator's consciousness gradually cleared.

So, my name is Moros?

The moment the transmigator gained a name, a shining orb of light appeared in his mind.

This is it! The cheat! I knew it, how could a transmigator not have a cheat!

Moros thought excitedly. He could feel that this orb of light was like the source of his soul, integrated with him, indistinguishable.

However, perhaps because the appearance of the orb of light had consumed too much energy, even though Moros was still very excited, he felt waves of irresistible fatigue wash over him. Immediately, Moros fell into a deep sleep.

As his consciousness flickered between clarity and confusion, time flowed by silently.

When he could stretch his limbs and touch the walls of flesh and blood without effort, Moros realized that the moment of his departure from the womb was very close.

It was at this time that Moros suddenly felt a strong push from behind, as if some force was propelling him forward.

He was startled and instinctively began to struggle, but the force grew stronger, making it impossible for him to resist.

Following that, a tremendous sense of pressure spread throughout his body. He felt as if he was being squeezed out of a narrow passage.

This is? I'm being born?!

Although he had recognized this fact, Moros still felt nervous at this moment.

However, a fetus's nervousness, even that of a fully developed fetus, could not overcome the power of the maternal body.

Under the immense propulsive force, Moros's body was pushed out of the womb.

In an instant, a blinding light entered his eyes, and Moros instinctively closed them.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had left the warm and comfortable space and entered a brand new world.

His lungs began to breathe autonomously, and fresh air filled them, making his consciousness even clearer.

Then, he let out his first cry.

"Waaaa—"

Just then, he was picked up by a pair of hands and presented to a frail woman.

"Moros! My baby!"

Propping up her weak body, Emma, disregarding the oil on the newborn infant, gently kissed Moros's forehead.

Is this my mother?

Moros struggled to widen his eyes, imprinting the image of the smiling, gentle woman before him into his mind.

He instinctively reached out his tiny hand, trying to touch this beautiful woman.

A happy smile bloomed on Emma's face. She gently held Moros's small hand and stroked it tenderly.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Outside the delivery room, Mr. Frakt, having heard the good news, also shed tears of joy.

"Welcome to this world, Moros."

Chapter 2: Graveyard Lord

Time flew by, and it was already the third day since Moros was born.

Newborn infants were weak and lacked energy. Even a transmigator with a cheat could not remain conscious for long periods.

Therefore, during these three days, Moros was unable to research his cheat at all.

Every time he directed his consciousness towards the shining orb of light, Moros would feel extremely tired and could only obediently follow his instincts and fall asleep.

As a result, during this period, he spent most of his time eating, sleeping, and pooping.

Clearly, the last of these was naturally quite embarrassing for Moros, who had once been an adult.

But there was no other way; a mere infant couldn't possibly go up against the nurses in the delivery room.

Fortunately, he was born normally and only needed to stay in the delivery room for three days.

Thus, when Moros once again awoke from his slumber, he had already left the familiar setting of the hospital delivery room and arrived in a warmly decorated room.

Moros blinked his eyes and, with effort, turned his head to survey his new surroundings.

Hmm, it seems the family I was born into is quite decent. While I can't say I'm a young master, I can at least be considered middle-class.

Just as Moros was observing everything in the room, a familiar, gentle female voice sounded.

"Moros, what are you looking at?"

Hearing the voice, Moros turned his head with difficulty towards the source of the sound.

Immediately, a beautiful woman appeared in his line of sight. She was wearing a light blue loungewear outfit and had a gentle smile on her face.

"Wow (Mother)!"

As it turned out, Mobius was special.

Even though Moros was a transmigrator, he couldn't speak on the third day after birth, let alone recite his own name as soon as he was born.

"Baby, you must be hungry."

As a mother, Emma was quite adept at taking care of infants without any prior training.

In her opinion, a baby's crying was due to two reasons: hunger or a soiled diaper.

Since there was no strange smell in the air, the answer was clear: hunger.

As expected, after being fed for a while, Moros fell asleep in her arms.

One month later.