Necromancer, But Before the Collapse Civilization Chapter 21

Moros did not hesitate, and he took out another twenty-five gold bars, placing them on the long table.

Afterward, he received all the intelligence on Moth to Fire, including its organizational structure, member list, and action plans.

Moros read through the intelligence carefully, gaining a deeper understanding and assessment of the Fox's abilities.

As expected of a widely recognized information broker, the Fox's knowledge of Moth to Fire was quite good.

Upon seeing keywords such as Dr. Mobius, First Research Institute, Dr. Spasi, and Fifth Research Institute, Moros knew he had obtained enough information and could now proceed with the true purpose of his visit.

"I want all the information on the Councillor."

Just as the hooded man put away his phone and prepared to operate again, Moros spoke up again to emphasize.

"Note, all of it!"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire room became solemn and tense.

But soon, as the hooded man made another offer, the atmosphere in the room returned to normal.

"Fifteen million!"

Fifteen million was indeed a staggering sum.

But when it was equated to all the information on the Councillor—one of the leaders of the world's foremost superpower—the price seemed reasonable.

"Deal!"

Taking out ten gold bars and pushing them towards the hooded man, Moros continued.

"I'm going to make a call."

Moros naturally had the financial means to pay such a large sum, but at this moment, he did not intend to pay directly.

Whether it was cash worth fifteen million or gold bars, the volume and weight exceeded the limits of what an ordinary person could carry.

He needed to ensure the secrecy of the transaction and also his own safety.

Under these circumstances, paying directly was clearly not a wise choice.

"Please, be my guest."

The hooded man spread his hands in a gesture of magnanimity.

Then, he pressed a button on his phone, and the signal jammer in the room was turned off.

Moros pretended to make a phone call in front of the hooded man.

Shortly after, a truck loaded with currency issued by the Mu Continent drove onto Dusk Street.

The truck eventually stopped in front of Twilight Wine, exactly as Moros had anticipated.

He had prepared such a contingency plan before even entering Dusk Street.

Now, it was simply a matter of activating one of those plans.

"The truck below contains my payment; please inspect it."

Moros said with his hands clasped behind his back, his tone calm.

Chapter 33: Overestimating Oneself, the Gangsters

After skillfully operating his specialized smartphone for a while, the hooded man put down his phone, awaiting the results of the inspection.

Even for a skilled inspector, verifying a full fifteen million in cash would still take some time.

This was also a primary reason why large-scale transactions tended to favor bank transfers over cash.

However, considering their current location on Dusk Street, it was highly probable that most of the traders on this street were on the Mu Continent government's wanted list.

Asking these individuals to make bank transfers would clearly be asking too much.

Therefore, the Fox naturally had comprehensive strategies to deal with customers who conducted transactions using large amounts of cash.

The hooded man was currently acting according to the plan.

Soon, he received a text message from the inspector, confirming the successful transaction.

Then, the hooded man pushed the smartphone towards Moros.

Upon receiving the phone, Moros immediately began to meticulously examine all the information regarding the Councillor.

From his resume to his family background, from his social connections to some little-known secrets, all the information was laid out before Moros.

Looking at this intelligence, Moros felt that the fifteen million was absolutely worth the price.

With this valuable intelligence, Moros was fully confident in his ability to successfully corner this veteran Councillor, who held significant sway in the Mu Continent's political arena.

Let me think, where should I corner him next...

Moros pondered possible engagement locations, combining them with the intelligence he held. Several options were already forming in his mind.

Each had its unique advantages and risks, and he needed to weigh them carefully.

Moros knew that with the Councillor's power, if his operation failed, finding him again would be extremely difficult.

Therefore, Moros had to ensure that this revenge operation was foolproof.

The hooded man, realizing his transaction partner was deep in thought, didn't rush him. He simply placed his hands in front of him, waiting for Moros's next question.

Not long after, Moros finished his contemplation.

He nodded to the hooded man, expressing his gratitude, then stood up and left the room designated for information trading.

From Moros's firm and powerful footsteps, the hooded man felt as though he witnessed the scene of a major earthquake in Mu Continent's political arena.

Perhaps this customer's information would be worth a considerable sum…

Pondering this in his mind, the hooded man began operating his smart device.

Emerging from the doors of the bar named "Twilight Wine," Moros directly boarded the truck he had used to transport the payment for the information.

With the "putt-putt" of the engine, he lightly patted the shoulder of the driver beside him.

This seemingly ordinary action brought about an astonishing change.

The truck driver, who had appeared to be a normal middle-aged man, instantly transformed into a white-boned skeleton.

As a Necromancer who had mastered the expert-level "Necromancy," Moros could easily extract a soul fragment from another soul and inject it into the soul fire of a Skeleton Archer.

With the driving experience of the truck driver who had previously served the mob, even a Skeleton Archer could skillfully operate this heavy truck.

"Drive!"

As Moros gave the command, the Skeleton Archer drove the truck, heading in the direction away from Dusk Street.

"Boss, they're leaving."

The gatekeeper watched the departing truck and reported the situation internally via walkie-talkie.

"Don't mind them."

"Yes!"

Hearing the order from the walkie-talkie, the gatekeeper put down the assault rifle he had raised and returned it to its place, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

While the boss of "Twilight Wine" made a wise decision, not every mobster on Dusk Street possessed such clear-headed leadership.

There were numerous mobsters here, and their desires and greed were often as uncontrollable as wildfire.

The crates of cash unloaded from the previous truck had undoubtedly spread throughout the entire block.

The allure of those little cuties printed by the Central Bank of Mu Continent was enough to drive countless people mad.

The mobsters, their eyes blinded by greed, even though they knew in their hearts that anyone possessing such a vast sum of money was no ordinary person, chose to ignore this potential danger.

Thus, just as the truck Moros was riding in was about to leave Dusk Street, over a dozen modified vehicles burst out from both sides of the street, blocking their path.

"Sir, we don't want to hurt you, but our brothers need some sponsorship..."

Listening to the voice coming from the mob's loudspeaker that had blocked his way, a dangerous smile appeared on Moros's face.

I wasn't even bothering you guys, the ATMs, and you dare to block me?

The intercepted Necromancer didn't waste any more words. He didn't even get out of the truck, merely raising his hand towards the still ignorant mobsters.

The next moment, a dark beam shot out from Moros's hand, splitting rapidly as it advanced, finally landing on each of the mobsters blocking the truck.

Curse of Madness (Frenzy)!

Under the power of the potent Dark Magic, a mobster holding an assault rifle suddenly became berserk.

He felt an intense aversion towards the mobster who was shouting.

"Argh! Damn it! I've had enough! Why are you so annoying!"

He angrily raised the assault rifle in his hand and opened fire fiercely at the shouting mobster.

Before the latter could even react, he was hit by the dense bullets and collapsed in a pool of blood.

This scene was not an isolated incident. The formidable power of the "Curse of Madness" plunged every affected mobster into frenzy.

They lost their reason and madly attacked the nearest living beings, showing no mercy even to their own companions.

Even when hit by their own comrades' bullets, the mobsters affected by the "Curse of Madness" did not stop their assault.

"Oh my god! What happened?!"

"Are the brothers up front crazy?"

"The people in that car are devils!"

Witnessing the frenzied and tragic state of their comrades with their own eyes, the mobsters in the modified cars blocking the truck's escape route from behind were instantly thrown into panic.

They were completely shocked by what they saw and were unable to react for a moment.

However, unlike the panicked mobsters, Moros remained calm and rational.

After casting the "Curse of Madness," he quickly locked his casting target onto the mobsters behind them who had not yet reacted.

Puppet Master (PuppetMaster)!

As Moros's low chant echoed, an invisible force was released from the Necromancer's fingertips, enveloping the mobsters behind them.

"Go back, kill everyone in your gang, and then commit suicide!"

After leaving orders for the gangsters controlled by the [Puppet Master], Moros signaled the Skeleton Archer at his side to continue driving.

Moros believed that these gangsters, controlled by Tier 5 Dark Magic, would give the gangs behind them a big surprise.

Chapter 34: Boarding and First Encounter with Eden

Thirty minutes later, at the hideout of a gang that didn't even deserve a name.

"Routine check!"

The two gang members guarding the entrance shouted loudly at the returning convoy of modified cars.

They noticed that the returning convoy was significantly smaller than when it departed.

This made the two guards feel fortunate, as their job was only to guard this door, not to follow the convoy into unknown dangers.

"Check what?! Can't you see we just narrowly escaped death? Open the door!"

The gangsters controlled by the [Puppet Master], although their allegiance had changed, had not lost their minds.

On the contrary, without personal desires and only acting to complete the caster's orders, they displayed a smarter side.

"Open the door! Or we'll kill you!"

Sensing the subtly raised gun barrels within the convoy, the two gate guards didn't dare to delay and immediately responded with subservient nods.

"Yes, boss, we'll open the door right away!"

"Hurry up! Don't keep the bosses waiting!"

Soon, the gate of the gang hideout slowly opened from the inside.

The two gang members stood at the entrance with beaming smiles, welcoming the convoy's return.

"Good, you know what's good for you!"

The cars drove in one by one. Just as the last modified car passed by the two gate guards, the car window suddenly opened, revealing a dark gun barrel.

"Da da da~"