Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 27

Eden wore a black and red long dress she had designed herself. The form-fitting cut and flowing skirt danced in the light, making her appear as graceful as a startled swan.

Moros watched Eden on stage with complete focus, a strong sense of anticipation surging within him.

He wanted to witness firsthand the talent and charm of this young woman, hailed as the most brilliant superstar of the previous civilization.

Eden stood at the center of the stage, her gaze sweeping across the concert hall as if searching for something.

When her eyes landed on a pink figure, a genuine smile appeared on her face.

At that very moment, the accompaniment began to play melodiously, and Eden started to sing.

Her voice was clear and sweet, possessing a magical quality that instantly cleansed the dust from people's hearts.

This beautiful singing was a heavenly sound that Moros had never heard in either of his lifetimes.

Lost in the beautiful and moving song, Moros closed his eyes, completely immersed in Eden's voice.

He felt a sense of peace and tranquility he had never experienced before, as if all his troubles and worries had vanished at that moment.

When the song ended, the entire concert hall erupted in thunderous applause.

Eden bowed gracefully in thanks, then walked over to the piano beside her and began her solo performance.

The piano music was melodious and flowing, the melody like clear spring water, allowing people to feel the brilliant spirit of this era.

When Eden's performance concluded, the concert hall fell into a brief silence, followed by a prolonged and thunderous applause.

Moros stood up and sincerely applauded Eden's brilliant performance, his eyes filled with admiration and praise.

"Eden, you truly live up to your reputation."

With a sigh of satisfaction, Moros left the private box.

Even though he knew that many other acclaimed musicians were scheduled to perform after Eden, Moros didn't want to listen any further.

Compared to Eden's performance, he felt that the already famous musicians seemed to lack the unique charm and captivating power that Eden possessed, making their performances not worth his time or effort to appreciate.

He walked directly back to his cabin. After leaving a few specters as coordinates for the demiplane passage, Moros returned to his demiplane.

To achieve his goal of completely controlling his own power, Moros naturally had to put in the effort.

With his current legendary-tier life level and his deep mastery of the meditation knowledge granted by the Magic Guild, Moros was fully capable of using meditation to replace sleep.

As Moros was immersed in the ocean of magic, on the Ocean Miracle, a faint purple pattern quietly appeared on the skin of a sailor in the crew quarters.

Large ocean liners typically carried some illegal or less-than-compliant items; this was almost a convention in the industry, even considered an unwritten rule.

However, this time, among the contraband carried by the Ocean Miracle, one suitcase stood out, exuding a strong aura of danger.

It was a case filled with condensed Collapse Energy fluid, the most valuable cargo among this batch of contraband.

To ensure the safety of this high-value cargo, the management of the Ocean Miracle had even specifically assigned some of their most reliable sailors to guard this special suitcase.

Collapse Energy was extremely harmful to individuals without resistance.

Prolonged exposure to Collapse Energy, without proper protective measures, could easily lead to Collapse Sickness.

Unfortunately, the management of the Ocean Miracle was unaware of this knowledge.

Therefore, they had not taken any special protective measures for the suitcase used to transport the condensed Collapse Energy fluid.

The Ocean Miracle's voyage proceeded smoothly for the next few days.

This was quite normal.

The route the large ocean liner was currently sailing, the Mu Continent-Shenzhou route, was a very mature commercial route and typically did not encounter any unusual situations.

At least, before the first Collapse Catastrophe occurred, this route was extremely safe.

It was against this backdrop that Moros's relationship with Elysia grew closer and more friendly through repeated exchanges and shared afternoon tea.

Chapter 43: Attack Under the Storm

The eighth day after the Ocean Miracle set sail.

An unexpected storm engulfed the sea area where the large ocean liner was located.

Faced with this sudden change in weather, the passengers on the liner did not feel uneasy.

After all, for this large ocean liner with a displacement of over 200,000 tons, a storm did not seem to pose much of a threat.

Aside from not being able to stroll freely on the deck and feel the sea breeze, the passengers' lives were not significantly affected.

They continued to enjoy delicious food and fine wine, relaxed and at ease, with no hint of tension in the atmosphere.

The passengers believed that the storm would pass quickly and their journey would continue smoothly as before.

However, not everyone on the Ocean Miracle was so confident.

The captain, with a full beard, walked into the liner's main control room with a solemn expression. He quickly scanned the important data on the control console, his furrowed brow indicating his inner worry.

This captain, who had spent half his life at sea, knew well that in the ocean, the power of nature was the most terrifying.

Faced with nature's fury, no matter how sturdy man-made objects were, they could be torn to shreds.

Therefore, he had to steer this behemoth out of the storm's range as quickly as possible to ensure everyone's safety.

The captain took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner tension.

He focused his mind, gripping the helm tightly as he steered the Ocean Miracle through the storm.

The captain's efforts were not in vain. With the cooperation of his crew, the Ocean Miracle began to gradually move away from the core of the storm, and everything seemed to be improving.

Seeing this, the captain's taut nerves relaxed slightly. He decided to temporarily leave the main control room and return to his captain's quarters for a brief rest.

However, just as he was about to leave the main control room, the radar operator suddenly reported.

"Captain, at seven o'clock, about fifteen nautical miles away, we detected some unidentified vessels, but... their signals suddenly disappeared."

"What?! How is that possible..."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from above the main control room.

A powerful shockwave swept through, causing everyone in the main control room to sway involuntarily.

The force of the impact almost threw the captain off balance. He quickly grabbed the nearby console to steady himself.

"What happened?"

The first mate voiced the question on everyone's mind in the main control room.

At that moment, a crew member rushed into the main control room in a panic, shouting loudly.

"Captain! It's bad! We're under attack! The radio transmitter has been destroyed!"

Hearing this news, the captain's heart sank. He knew what this meant.

Damn it! How could there be pirates on this route?!

"Don't panic! We still have spare parts on board. As long as we fix the radio transmitter..."

Despite his inner turmoil, the captain maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, trying to reassure everyone.

However, before the captain could finish speaking, the screens of various electronic devices in the main control room began to flicker, and soon all the screens lost their signal.

The experienced first mate reacted immediately.

"It's a signal jammer! We're being attacked by pirates!"

"Everyone go to emergency status immediately! Activate backup power to ensure critical equipment is operational!"

Giving the first mate a fierce glare, the captain decisively issued orders, trying to stabilize the situation.

But just then, even worse news came from the engine room: the steam turbine was suspected to have been sabotaged and was unable to operate.

The captain's face immediately turned ashen. Not only had they lost contact with the outside world, but their power system was also malfunctioning.

On this vast ocean, a ship without power or communication was no different from a piece of fat meat waiting to be slaughtered.

He hastily ordered the engineers to immediately repair the turbine and instructed the communications personnel to fix the communication equipment as soon as possible.

However, despite the captain and his crew's best efforts, they were still unable to change the dire situation of the Ocean Miracle.

The passengers on board were temporarily unaware of the predicament the Ocean Miracle was currently in.

As a top-tier luxury cruise liner, the Ocean Miracle boasted comprehensive entertainment facilities, enough to allow passengers to have a wonderful time on board.

Therefore, even though the storm had disrupted the passengers' planned deck activities, they could still choose to stroll through the ship's shopping street, swim in the indoor pool, or work up a sweat in the sports complex.

The existence of these facilities allowed passengers to fully enjoy the pleasures of their journey, temporarily forgetting the wind and rain outside.

At least, that was the case for Moros, Elysia, and Eden.

Moros and Elysia were both transcendent beings with unfathomable power.

With just a casual glance at the sea, they could easily spot those piloting small boats and then silently annihilate the "pirates" surrounding the Ocean Miracle.

However, at this moment, Elysia and Eden were immersed in the ship's prosperity and liveliness. They frequented various shops, their hands full of shopping bags, their faces beaming with satisfaction and joy.

Moros, on the other hand, was in his own demiplane, engrossed in studying the spellbooks he had obtained from the Magic Guild Level 5.

He was immersed in the words on the pages, striving to absorb the knowledge and power within to further enhance his magical skills.

He yearned to fully control the powerful strength bestowed upon him by the Hero Panel, strength that was considered formidable even among legendary mages, and wield it more freely.

Due to Moros and Elysia being too absorbed in their respective matters, neither the Necromancer nor Origin's Herrscher realized what was quietly happening outside the hull of the Ocean Miracle.

It wasn't until hundreds of fully armed mercenaries, disguised as pirates, boarded the Ocean Miracle and unscrupulously fired their weapons, forcing everyone to gather on the upper deck, that they realized the situation had almost reached an irreversible point.

"Boom!"

With the unmistakable sound of doors being forced open, dozens of heavily armed mercenaries burst into the shopping plaza from various entrances. Their guns pointed towards the sky as they loudly ordered everyone to concentrate.

This sudden turn of events made Eden a little nervous.

She tightly grasped Elysia's hand and asked with a trembling voice.

"Elysia, what is this?"

"My dear Eden, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Elysia gently patted Eden's hand, soothing her emotions.

With Elysia's strength, these mercenaries posed no threat to her, but the pink fairy girl did not let her guard down.

She maintained her smile and composure while preparing herself mentally for any eventuality.

If these mercenaries dared to threaten Eden, she would act without hesitation, even if it meant revealing her special abilities.

She hoped it wouldn't come to that...

Elysia prayed silently in her heart, all while pulling Eden towards the center of the shopping plaza.

Chapter 44: Necromancer Joins the Battlefield

"CRASH!"

With a loud bang, the battering ram violently struck Moros's door, which burst open in response.

"Freeze..."

As the two fully armed mercenaries charged into the room, they were stunned to find it empty.

This room, locked from the inside and clearly marked as occupied on the sailor's roster, was now vacant.

"What's going on?"

One mercenary asked, confused.

"Ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

The other mercenary shrugged helplessly, clearly just as bewildered.

As the two stared at each other, utterly perplexed, several spectres appeared silently in the first-class cabin.

These spectres were the demiplane coordinates left behind by Moros.

Their forms were twisted and grotesque, radiating a chilling aura of negative energy.

"Damn it..."

The mercenaries realized the situation was dire, but it was already too late.

The fight was incredibly swift and brutal; in almost a single exchange, the two mercenaries were torn to shreds by the spectres.