"Ah!" *n
Before a necromancer, ordinary people's souls could be kneaded and molded at will.
With merely the most basic soul-torture methods—methods that did not even qualify as Soul Scourge—the killers' souls howled that they wanted to abandon darkness and turn toward the light.
"Alright, answer my questions now."
Compared to his tone just now,
it was exactly the same, but this time, no killer's soul dared defy Moros's will.
What they regretted most now was coming to carry out this mission.
If they had known they would be facing a demon who toyed with souls and defiled corpses, they would rather have accepted punishment from their superiors than set foot on this terrifying passenger ship.
"We... we merely received orders. We don't know what it was specifically for..."
The killers' souls looked at one another. Then, the soul of the lead killer trembled as he answered Moros's question.
As the owner of the bullet lodged in Moros's shoulder, the necromancer had given the killer leader a tiny bit of extra treatment during the soul torture just now.
Moros claimed it was necessary for the interrogation, not revenge.
"Who gave you the order?"
"It was..."
Recalling the mayor's cruelty toward traitors, the killer leader hesitated.
"Hm?"
"It was Mayor Yang!"
Noticing Moros's displeased expression, the killer leader shuddered and immediately revealed everything he knew.
Having experienced Moros's personally administered soul-torture package—an enhanced version, at that—the killer leader had no desire to experience that hellish torment again.
Mayor Yang? I have no dealings with him. Why does he want to kill me?
Filled with doubt, Moros waved his hand, signaling the ghosts hovering around him to devour the killers' souls completely.
Now that he knew everything the killers knew, how could Moros possibly spare the souls of those who had wounded and bled him?
"Hiss!"
The throbbing pain from his shoulder made Moros frown. He decided to temporarily set aside the question of why Mayor Yang wanted him dead and deal with his wound first.
After looking around the battlefield, Moros had an idea.
"Other than the ghosts following me while invisible, all undead are to hide and await my summons!"
He conveyed the order clearly, ensuring every undead understood its task.
Watching the corpse mages skillfully cast their spells and conceal all the undead except the already invisible ghosts, Moros nodded in satisfaction.
Clutching his injured shoulder, he walked over to the killers' bodies.
Using a hand formed from magic to pick up a pistol from the ground and remove its suppressor, Moros fired several shots into the killers' corpses.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! ..."
Gunfire echoed through the night sky, followed by the piercing wail of alarms.
"That should do it."
Taking a deep breath, Moros collapsed onto the ground and whimpered while holding his shoulder.
Just as Moros had expected, the sailors and transit police who arrived did not suspect him at all.
Who would suspect that a severely injured six-year-old child could have killed a group of extremely vicious assassins?
In Moros's account, the harrowing battle between life and death had taken on an entirely new interpretation.
Those cold-blooded killers had originally come for him, while his two fiercely loyal bodyguards had risked their lives to protect him and ultimately died heroically.
Thanks to their valiant resistance, the killers' assassination plan had failed.
After noticing the sailors and transit police arriving, the killers had decisively chosen to retreat.
This explanation fit both common understanding and reason, and the sailors and transit police all believed Moros's account.
No one harbored the slightest suspicion toward the young child.
"Oh, the poor little thing. He must have been terrified..."
Comforted by a transit policewoman overflowing with maternal affection, Moros was sent to the ship's infirmary for emergency treatment.
According to the transit police, they would arrange for Moros to disembark when the passenger ship reached its next port, then send him to the nearest hospital to ensure he received the best medical care.
In the infirmary, Moros underwent a thorough examination.
The ship's doctor treated his wound urgently and gave him the necessary medication.
This greatly eased the pain in Moros's shoulder.
Without pain distracting him, Moros's thoughts became clearer and sharper.
Combined with his father Frakt's earlier mysterious arrangements, Moros began to form deeper suspicions about the assassination attempt.
Then Father's side...
At that thought, Moros could no longer sit calmly by the bed.
His anxiety and concern drove him to act immediately, but he knew he had to remain calm and rational if he wanted to help his parents better.
He quickly called over a transit policewoman and truthfully told her his suspicions and concerns.
After hearing Moros's speculation, the transit policewoman's expression immediately turned grave.
She realized this might be an extremely serious case, perhaps even a massacre of an entire family.
The transit policewoman decided to report the situation to headquarters at once and request support.
At the same time, she also promised Moros that she would do everything in her power to protect him.
Moros thanked the transit policewoman for her help and decided to remain here for the time being. He knew he could not act rashly, or he might place his parents in even greater danger.
During the recent skirmish, Moros had expended most of his magic power.
Given his knowledge attribute, it would take at least a week for his magic power to recover to its peak.
However, a week was far too long given the current situation.
Having expended most of his magic power, Moros's strength had plummeted. Even with an undead squad protecting him, he lacked the strength 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 even greater danger.
That was not bravery. It was recklessness.
Therefore, despite the anxiety churning within him, Moros decided to wait patiently for the passenger ship to dock.
Only after the bullet was removed from his body at the hospital would he reassess the situation and take action.
Just as the passenger ship Moros was aboard increased its speed and sailed toward the next port, Mayor Yang also received a message relayed by the backer behind him.
"Your operation has failed."
An emotionless voice came from the speaker.
"Councillor, I am truly sorry..."
Mayor Yang's voice was full of panic and unease. When facing a gang leader like Mr. Frakt, he was the lofty mayor.
But before the backer behind him, a powerful councillor from the Mu Continent, the mayor of a remote little city was nothing special.
To a councillor standing at the pinnacle of the Mu Continent's political world, Mayor Yang was merely a pawn that could be replaced at any time.
"Councillor, please give me another chance. I guarantee this operation will be foolproof. I will never disappoint you again..."
The silence on the other end of the line made Mayor Yang's heart sink, but he still did everything he could to demonstrate his value.
"Councillor, that research base is almost ready to produce results. As soon as the equipment arrives, I guarantee there will be results within half a month!"
Upon hearing that promise, a scoff came from the other end of the line.
"Very well. I'll give you one last chance, but remember, this is your last chance."
The councillor's cold voice echoed over the phone before the call was mercilessly disconnected.
Mayor Yang stood frozen in place, still holding the receiver in his hand.
Anger and despair surged through him. He slammed the receiver onto the desk, producing a harsh cracking sound.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Curses burst from the depths of his throat as Mayor Yang furiously swept the valuable ornaments from his desk, smashing them to pieces on the floor.
Those objects, which had once symbolized his power and status, now seemed like mockery and ridicule, making him feel even more miserable and desperate.
He understood that he was already standing at the edge of a cliff. If he failed again, he would lose everything.
"Number Zero!"
At the call, a tall man with cold eyes entered the office.
He was Mayor Yang's capable assistant and the captain of his private military force. Mayor Yang trusted him deeply.
"How is Frakt's side?"
Mayor Yang asked anxiously.
"Squad Three has already arrived and confirmed it. That man has taken responsibility for his actions."
Hearing this response, Mayor Yang relaxed slightly.
He knew this news meant he could temporarily set aside matters concerning the investigation team and focus all his energy on the most important matter.
"Number Zero, take a squad and make the trip yourself. You must ensure the experimental equipment reaches the research base."
"Yes, sir. I will personally supervise it and ensure the mission is foolproof."
Number Zero's resolute answer put Mayor Yang somewhat at ease.
He silently prayed that the research base truly made a breakthrough. Otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain.
To ensure nothing went wrong, he decided to put more pressure on the research base.
"If the research base's results are as you said, then naturally that will be good. But if their results disappoint you..."
He paused meaningfully, and Number Zero immediately understood what he meant.
"I will make sure they pay the price they deserve."
"Very good. Go."
"Yes!"
As Number Zero left, the office door slowly closed.
A cold, vicious curve formed at the corner of Mayor Yang's lips as he murmured,
"If I'm finished, then none of you will have it easy either!"
At this moment, Mayor Yang was like a beast driven into a corner. In order to save his political life, he was determined to gamble everything on one final throw.
"Number One, lead Squads Three, Five, and Seven. Move immediately and eliminate that survivor."
He picked up another phone and issued the order coldly.
While Mayor Yang's private military force rushed tirelessly toward the target location, the passenger ship carrying Moros also arrived safely at the next port.
Several police cars and ambulances were already waiting at the pier.
After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic transit policewoman, Moros boarded an ambulance under the care of several medical staff members.
"Woo-woo~ Woo-woo~"
Accompanied by the ambulance's siren, Moros headed for the city hospital under the protection of six ghosts.
Ghosts had no physical form, allowing them to pass easily through obstacles on the road without needing to avoid anything.
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