Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 19

While Moros was engrossed in the vast Magic Tomes stored within the Magic Guild, the United Nations' special affairs organization, [Moth to Fire], was formally established. This organization was spearheaded by the Mu Continent and approved by several major powers.

[Moth to Fire] is led by the [Moth to Fire Council], whose councillors concurrently hold positions of power in the Mu Continent and major nations.

Before the First Great Collapse descended, [Moth to Fire]'s status was akin to that of the World Health Organization, primarily responsible for handling matters related to Collapse Energy.

However, its specific authority was very limited.

When supported by major powers, [Moth to Fire] could fulfill its duties; but when major powers withdrew their support or became indifferent, [Moth to Fire]'s influence and execution capabilities were severely restricted.

Despite this, compared to other organizations under the UN, [Moth to Fire]'s status and power remained high.

At the very least, with the leaders concurrently serving as the powers-that-be in various countries, [Moth to Fire] possessed advantages and influence that other UN-affiliated organizations could not match in any aspect.

At the very least, other UN-affiliated organizations would not know the specifics of what happened during the "terrorist attack" in Y City all those years ago.

After two years of comprehensive searching yielded no results, the Mu Continent decided to lower the priority of the search for Moros.

Including the councillors, many of the Mu Continent's powerful councillors believed that after a prolonged search that still hadn't found any trace of Moros, continuing to hold on was of limited significance.

More importantly, as various research institutes delved deeper into Collapse Energy, a series of breakthroughs emerged.

In comparison, the search operation, which had failed to achieve substantial progress, was naturally de-emphasized.

It was precisely because of this that the Y City incident's related data was present in [Moth to Fire]'s database.

If this were two years ago, let alone UN-affiliated organizations like [Moth to Fire], even several major powers on the Eurasian and North American continents wouldn't have been able to penetrate the Mu Continent's intelligence defenses and learn about the Y City incident.

When the relevant information about the Y City incident was entered into [Moth to Fire]'s database, it did indeed attract the attention of several other countries.

These countries conducted screenings of their own citizens, based on a simple logic.

Since the Mu Continent could discover an owner of supernatural power, these countries began to suspect whether similar existences were present within their own borders.

After all, the existence of supernatural power represented a significant potential threat to national security.

Of course, the greed of the powers-that-be in these countries for supernatural power was also an undeniable major reason behind the initiation of these screening operations.

However, after a series of screenings and investigations, these countries did not discover a second owner of supernatural power.

They invested a large amount of manpower and resources into the screening, but found nothing.

Meanwhile, these countries' Collapse Energy research also made considerable progress.

As research deepened, many properties of Collapse Energy were gradually discovered.

In this context, Moros's existence gradually became an example of a human who was extremely adapted to Collapse Energy in the eyes of these countries.

The value of a Collapse Energy adapter and the value of an owner of supernatural power were naturally two entirely different matters.

For national-level powers, if they truly wanted to find Collapse Energy adapters, they could do so by paying a certain price.

For one thing, creating a Collapse incident artificially, like what Cocolia did, could efficiently screen a batch of Collapse Energy adapters.

However, for a senior researcher within [Moth to Fire], Moros's existence was particularly eye-catching.

As one of the foremost scholars in the scientific field, this mature woman with waist-length, curly green hair made a startling discovery after carefully reviewing the data on Moros.

This little guy, who played a leading role in the Y City incident, wasn't using the power of Collapse!

"Klein! You didn't hear anything just now, did you?"

Inside the First Research Institute, Dr. Mobius asked her assistant sinisterly.

"No, Doctor, yawn..."

Yawning, the assistant, also with green hair, answered Dr. Mobius's question with sleepy eyes.

Hearing Klein's response, a bright smile bloomed on Mobius's lips.

"Excellent, Klein, get ready, we're going to the Second Research Institute."

Recalling the blood samples of "Collapse Energy adapters" stored in the Second Research Institute, a hint of anticipation flashed in Mobius's eyes.

"Oh, alright, Dr. Mobius."

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Chapter 30: The Snake, Six Years, and Dusk Street

Dr. Mobius was indeed notorious within [Moth to Fire] for her disregard for ethics and morality, but given her status, obtaining a blood sample from a "Collapse Energy adapter" was not difficult.

After personally testing the blood sample, Mobius couldn't help but wear a smile of amusement.

"As expected..."

Looking at the data in the test results, which showed subtle differences from normal Collapse Energy adapters, Mobius's interest in Moros grew even stronger.

"Humans truly possess infinite possibilities."

However, considering that [Moth to Fire]'s pursuit of Moros had yielded no progress for a long time, Mobius understood that she wouldn't be able to access this little fellow, who represented another evolutionary direction for humanity, in the short term.

Her eyes darted, and Mobius quickly scribbled a series of numbers on the back of the experimental report.

"Klein! Go and prepare a blood sample according to these data now."

"Doctor?"

Upon hearing Dr. Mobius's request, Klein instantly understood what her doctor intended to do.

"Don't worry."

Looking directly into Klein's blue-green eyes, Dr. Mobius's lips curved into a dangerous smile.

"Klein! You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Oh, alright, Dr. Mobius."

Moros wasn't concerned about what happened on Earth.

If the Second Collapse had already occurred, Moros might have worried about his demiplane being found.

But with the First Collapse not even having happened yet, and the Divine Keys not even being in the "new folder" stage, he didn't believe anyone would find him hiding and developing in his demiplane.

It had to be said, the power of hatred was immense.

Driven by the desire for revenge against the Councillors, Moros spent six years in isolation, without internet or social interaction, allowing him to focus solely on his studies.

Although he could develop his Graveyard city through the territory management panel, the prolonged solitary study was undoubtedly a huge challenge for Moros.

Even though his Graveyard city had various undead troops, these troops were not sentient beings and could not fulfill the social needs of normal humans.

However, Moros's efforts were not without reward.

Through six years of immersive study within the [Magic Guild Level 5], Moros not only learned to cast spells normally without the Hero Panel's assistance but also recovered from his player state, which had regressed due to his rapidly increasing hero level, returning to the state of a normal Ashan World spellcaster.

Although Moros's knowledge structure still had significant flaws, in many aspects, he knew less than a novice mage.

But at least, he could now freely channel the power within him, displaying the strength expected of a high-level spellcaster in the Ashan World.

This fully demonstrated his hard work and dedication.

Closing the Magic Tomes spread open on the table, Moros slowly walked to the window of the magic guild.

It was time to settle this old score!

Gazing at the Spectral Dragon circling above his Graveyard city, its terrifying form shrouded in black mist, Moros's eyes revealed undisguised hatred.

This hatred stemmed from the past, and now, he would seek justice for his past.

Are you ready?

Summoning his Spellbook from the Hero Panel, Moros lightly brushed his fingers across the pages detailing powerful Level 5 magic, asking himself in his heart.

Yes, I am ready.

Recalling the arduous six years of study, flipping through his densely filled Spellbook, Moros firmly replied in his mind.

Someone once asked a question: Can technological development eliminate poverty and crime?

The answer to the question was obvious.

The complexity of human nature dictated that even in the pre-civilization, whose technological level far surpassed the 21st century, poverty and crime remained unsolvable problems.

One could even say that it was precisely that highly developed technology that made the distance between people even greater, and the chasm deeper.

Even on the Mu Continent, where technology was most advanced in that pre-civilization, the rulers lived in drunken revelry and extreme luxury, while the common people at the bottom still toiled for their daily meals.

Dusk Street, this chaotic area, was a microcosm of that society.

Outside of Dusk Street, there was a seemingly orderly, law-abiding society, at least on the surface, led by the Mu Continent government.

However, within Dusk Street, it was a different story.

There were no legal constraints, no rules, only naked survival of the fittest.

This place gathered all sorts of people, from criminals to vagrants, from beggars to thieves.

It was a no-man's-land, a place where law and order ceased to exist.

But for Moros, who had just emerged from his demiplane, this place became his primary destination.

After opening the passage to his demiplane and leading his undead army straight to Y City, Moros knew he had been blacklisted by the Mu Continent government.

Therefore, a lawless zone like Dusk Street, which could be described as the hell kitchen of the pre-civilization, became Moros's only option.

He needed to gather intelligence on what had happened after he left Earth.

Only by knowing the necessary information could Moros complete his revenge.

In this place with exceptionally "simple" folk, the residents were worldly and accustomed to people hiding their identities.

So, even though Moros was wearing a black robe that practically screamed "I have a secret," the residents of Dusk Street didn't find it strange.

On the contrary, many of them, after exchanging glances, silently followed the mysterious person shrouded in the black robe.

The black robe Moros was wearing was enchanted equipment from the magic guild.

Its exquisite craftsmanship and high-quality materials were immediately apparent to the discerning residents of Dusk Street.

"Heh."

Keenly sensing the hoodlums following him, Moros let out a cold laugh.

He was looking for a few unlucky individuals to read their souls and understand what had changed in this world since his departure.

These good-for-nothing punks showing up on his doorstep was practically a gift.

So, Moros changed his direction, choosing a secluded, deserted alley.

Seeing this, a few of the more alert punks felt that something was off, but at this point, they were already committed.

After all, the scene of them tailing Moros had already been witnessed by many.

To suddenly give up the pursuit would be tantamount to showing weakness.

In a place like Dusk Street, where the law of the jungle prevailed, showing weakness was equivalent to death.

Therefore, even though they sensed something was amiss, these punks could only brace themselves and follow Moros into the alley.

Weakness Curse!

The moment the last punk stepped into the alley, before they could even react, Moros's spell had already fallen upon them.

With Moros's current casting ability, his spells were far beyond what ordinary people could resist.

In an instant, these punks felt the world spin, and then they collapsed limply onto the ground, utterly drained.

Chapter 31: Dusk Wine

When Moros emerged from that dark and deep alley once more, the ill-intentioned gazes instantly vanished without a trace.

From his neat attire, it was clear that the punks who had followed him into the alley had not caused him any trouble.

Such strength was enough to make most ordinary thugs on the streets of Dusk Street wary.

As for the truly dangerous individuals, they would never target a complete stranger over a piece of expensive clothing.

No one would undertake a transaction where the risk and reward were completely disproportionate.

Apponia...

Gazing at the slightly dilapidated monastery in the distance, Moros hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding against approaching the monastery's owner.