Necromancer, But Civilization Before The Collapse Chapter 11

"Ah!"

Before a Necromancer, the souls of ordinary people are like clay to be molded.

With just a bit of the most basic soul torment, not even reaching the level of [Soul Scourge], the assassins' souls cried out, declaring their willingness to abandon darkness and embrace the light.

"Alright, now answer my questions."

His tone was exactly the same as before, but this time, no assassin (soul) dared to defy Moros's will.

The thing they regretted most was undertaking this mission.

If they had known they would face such a demon who toyed with souls and desecrated corpses, they would have rather faced punishment from their superiors than set foot on this terrifying cruise ship.

"We... we were just following orders. We don't know what it's for..."

The assassins' souls looked at each other, and then the soul of the leader trembled as he answered Moros's question.

As the owner of the bullet that had struck Moros's shoulder, the Necromancer had added a little extra "package" during the soul torment for the assassin leader.

Moros claimed this was for the sake of interrogation, not revenge.

"Who gave you the order?"

"It was..."

Recalling the mayor's cruelty towards traitors, the assassin leader hesitated.

"Hmm?"

"Mayor Yang!"

Sensing the displeasure on Moros's face, the assassin leader shivered and then revealed everything he knew without hesitation.

Having experienced Moros's personally administered soul torment package, especially the enhanced version, the assassin leader had no desire to go through that hellish torture again.

Mayor Yang? I have no dealings with him. Why would he want to kill me?

Filled with confusion, Moros waved his hand, signaling the ghosts hovering around him to devour the assassins' souls.

Since he had learned all that the assassins knew, how could Moros let go of the souls of those who had injured him?

"Hiss!"

The throbbing pain in his shoulder made Moros frown. He decided to set aside his thoughts about why Mayor Yang wanted him dead and tend to his wound first.

Scanning the battlefield, Moros had an idea.

"Except for the ghosts who will follow me in stealth, all other undead are to hide and await my summons!"

He clearly conveyed the order, ensuring every undead understood their task.

Watching the ghouls skillfully use their magic to conceal all the undead except for the already hidden ghosts, Moros nodded with satisfaction.

He clutched his injured shoulder and approached the assassins' corpses.

Using his magically shaped hands, he picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, removed the silencer, and fired several shots into the assassins' bodies.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The gunshots echoed through the night, and the piercing wail of an alarm followed.

"There. Now it's fine."

Taking a deep breath, Moros collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder and whimpering.

Chapter 17: Aftermath and Reaction

It was exactly as Moros had anticipated; the arriving sailors and ship police didn't suspect him at all.

Who would suspect a six-year-old child, severely injured, of being able to kill a group of vicious assassins?

In Moros's telling, the thrilling life-and-death battle that had just occurred had a new interpretation.

Those cold-blooded assassins had been targeting him, and his two loyal bodyguards, to protect him, had risked their lives and ultimately sacrificed themselves heroically.

Thanks to their valiant resistance, the assassins' attack plan was thwarted.

Upon sensing the arrival of the sailors and ship police, the assassins had decisively chosen to retreat.

This explanation, fitting with people's common sense and being logical, convinced the sailors and ship police of Moros's account.

No one harbored any suspicion towards the young child.

"Oh, you poor little thing, you must have been terrified..."

Amidst the comfort of a ship police officer overcome with maternal instinct, Moros was taken to the ship's infirmary for emergency treatment.

According to the ship police, they would arrange for Moros to disembark at the next port and then send him to the nearest hospital to ensure he received the best medical care.

In the infirmary, Moros underwent a comprehensive examination.

The ship's doctor provided emergency treatment for his wounds and administered necessary medication.

This significantly reduced the pain in Moros's shoulder.

With the pain no longer a distraction, Moros's thoughts became clearer and sharper.

Considering his father Frakt's mysterious arrangements beforehand, Moros began to form deeper suspicions about the assassination incident.

So, Father's side...

With that thought, Moros could no longer sit calmly by his bedside.

The anxiety and worry in his heart compelled him to act immediately, but he knew he had to remain calm and rational at this moment to better help his parents.

He quickly summoned a train attendant and truthfully told her his suspicions and concerns.

After hearing Moros's speculations, the attendant's expression immediately turned serious.

She realized this might be a very serious case, possibly even a case of mass murder.

The attendant decided to report the situation to headquarters immediately and request backup.

At the same time, she also promised Moros that she would do everything in her power to protect his safety.

Moros thanked the attendant for her help and decided to stay put for the time being. He knew he couldn't act rashly, as it might bring greater danger to his parents.

In the recent skirmish, Moros had already depleted the vast majority of his magic.

Based on his knowledge attribute, it would take at least over a week for his magic to recover to its peak state.

However, a week was too long given the current situation.

With most of his magic depleted, Moros's strength plummeted. Even with a squad of undead protecting him, he lacked the power to return to his parents' city and confront Mayor Yang.

Such an action would not only fail to achieve its goal but could also place him in an even more dangerous predicament.

That wouldn't be bravery; it would be recklessness.

Therefore, despite his inner anxiety, Moros decided to patiently wait for the passenger ship to dock.

Only after the bullet was removed from his body at the hospital would he re-evaluate the situation and take action.

Just as the passenger ship Moros was on sped up and headed for the next pier, Mayor Yang also received a message from his backer.

"Your operation failed."

A voice devoid of emotion came through the speaker.

"Esteemed Councillor, I am truly sorry..."

Mayor Yang's voice was filled with fear and unease. When facing a gang leader like Mr. Frakt, he was the high and mighty Mayor.

But when facing his backer, a powerful councillor from the Mu Continent, the mayor of a remote small town was just that – a mayor of a remote small town.

In the eyes of the councillor at the pinnacle of Mu Continent's politics, Mayor Yang was merely a pawn, replaceable at any moment.

"Esteemed Councillor, please give me another chance. I promise, this operation will be foolproof and will never disappoint you again..."

The silence on the other end of the phone made Mayor Yang's heart sink, but he still did his best to showcase his value.

"Esteemed Councillor, that research base is close to yielding results. As long as the equipment is in place, I guarantee we will have results within half a month!"

Hearing this promise, a scoff came from the other end of the phone.

"Fine, I'll give you one last chance, but remember, this is your final chance."

The councillor's indifferent voice echoed through the phone before it was unceremoniously hung up.

Mayor Yang stood frozen, the receiver still in his hand.

Anger and despair surged through him. He slammed the receiver onto the desk, producing a harsh shattering sound.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Curses erupted from the depths of his throat. Mayor Yang furiously swept the expensive ornaments on his desk to the floor, smashing them to pieces.

These items, which once symbolized his power and status, now seemed to mock and taunt him, causing him even greater pain and despair.

He understood that he was standing on the edge of a cliff. If he failed again, he would lose everything.

"Number Zero!"

With that shout, a tall, stern-faced man entered the office.

He was Mayor Yang's capable assistant and the captain of his private troops, deeply trusted by Mayor Yang.

"How is it with Frakt?"

Mayor Yang asked urgently.

"Squad 3 has arrived and confirmed. That guy has taken responsibility for his actions."

Upon hearing this answer, Mayor Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He knew this news meant he could temporarily set aside matters with the investigation team and focus all his energy on the most important task.

"Number Zero, take a squad and go personally. Ensure the experimental equipment reaches the research base."

"Yes, Your Excellency. I will personally supervise and ensure the mission is foolproof."

Number Zero's firm reply brought Mayor Yang some peace of mind.

He prayed silently, hoping that the research base would indeed achieve a breakthrough, otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain.

To ensure there were no mistakes, he decided to put some more pressure on the research base.

"If the research base's performance is as you say, then that's naturally a good thing; but if their results disappoint you..."

He paused meaningfully, and Number Zero immediately understood his intention.

"I will ensure they pay the price they deserve."

"Very good, go."

"Yes!"

As Number Zero departed, the office door slowly closed.

Mayor Yang's lips curved into a cold, sharp arc, and he whispered.

"If I go down, none of you will have an easy time either!"

At this moment, Mayor Yang was like a cornered beast. To salvage his political career, he was determined to go all out.

"Number One, you will lead teams 3, 5, and 7 to act immediately and eliminate that survivor."

He picked up another phone and issued the order coldly.

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Chapter 18: Battle at the Hospital

As Mayor Yang's private troops rushed to the target location without pause, the passenger ship Moros was on also smoothly arrived at the next dock.

Several police cars and ambulances were already waiting at the dock.

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic patrol officer, Moros boarded an ambulance under the care of several medical personnel.

"Wooo~ Wooo~"

Accompanied by the siren of the ambulance, Moros, under the protection of six Ghosts, headed towards the city's hospital.

The Ghosts possessed the trait of [Intangibility], which allowed them to easily pass through obstacles on the road without any need for evasion.