Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 3

5 units of lumber, 5 units of stone, and 500 gold.

These were all the resources he had on hand.

These meager resources were only obtained after recycling a portion of the previous Stone Spire and receiving the gold provided by the Village Hall today.

Other than that, Moros's territory had nothing else.

What could be done with this little bit?!

Sighing mournfully in his heart, Moros could only accept reality.

What else could he do?

Moros took a deep breath and began to consider how to use these resources to develop his territory.

However, after much deliberation, Moros had to admit that with these limited resources, his first building option was already fixed.

The Marketplace!

Only by building this could he develop this territory from nothing.

As Moros gave the command, the already pitifully small amount of resources in the territory was instantly depleted by more than half.

In its place, a skull-shaped building stood erected in the ruins of the village.

Marketplace: Allows buying and selling of resources, and the sale of treasures.

Witnessing a magical building appear from nothing in mere seconds, Moros gained a visceral understanding of the terrifying power of magic.

As is well known, creation is far more difficult than destruction.

Since magic could create this miraculous scene, destroying it would surely be effortless.

One day, I will wield such power!

With this thought, Moros's consciousness withdrew from the demiplane.

Chapter 4: The Beginning of the Path of Magic

The moment Moros's consciousness withdrew from the demiplane and returned to his body, an insurmountable fatigue swept over him.

After all, he was merely an infant, only a month old. Even as an extraordinary being, he could not resist this soul-deep weariness.

Without even the slightest struggle, Moros immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke again, the sky was already bright.

Thanks to the infant's natural tendency to sleep a lot, Moros's slumber did not arouse suspicion from his parents.

As usual, his mother, Emma, took care of him full-time, while his father, Frakt, went out to work and earn money.

For Moros, life as an infant was truly carefree.

Having cast aside the shackles of worldly shame, he was completely immersed in this wonderful life of being fed and clothed without lifting a finger.

Such days were undoubtedly an unattainable luxury for those salarymen who toiled daily for a living.

However, this unrestrained and comfortable life also quietly came to an end today.

After nearly ten days of accumulation, Moros had finally gathered enough resources to build his second structure—the Level 1 Magic Guild.

Although acquiring resources through the marketplace was only a temporary solution in the game, for Moros, it was currently his only channel for obtaining non-gold resources.

Within the demiplane where the graveyard city was located, there were indeed resource-producing buildings such as the Lumber Mill, Mine, and Crystal Cave.

In fact, let alone various resource-producing buildings, as the master of the demiplane, Moros also possessed the exact coordinates of all the wild structures within this demiplane, including but not limited to various troop recruitment structures and hero enhancement structures.

However, to occupy these structures, Moros first needed to defeat the monsters guarding them.

This was impossible for Moros, who didn't have a single skeleton soldier under his command.

Therefore, even though he knew it was foolish to exchange gold for lumber, he had to be that sucker.

Even as a transmigrator, and even with the easiest undead troops to command, Moros, being just a baby, was utterly incapable of leading an army into battle.

Thus, between the Graveyard and the Level 1 Magic Guild, Moros ultimately chose the latter.

As the corresponding resources gradually disappeared, a magnificent Mage Tower transformed from illusion to reality, standing tall over the ruins of the village where the Village Hall was located.

The moment the Level 1 Magic Guild was completed, Moros's mind stirred, and he guided his consciousness into this building filled with mystery and wonder.

The interior space of the Magic Guild was vast and deep, like a treasure trove of knowledge.

Countless Magic Tomes rested on towering bookshelves, emitting a captivating glow.

The air was filled with the faint scent of ink and paper, creating a sense of peace and solemnity.

Wandering among the bookshelves, Moros's fingers lightly brushed over the spines, as if he could feel the wisdom and power contained within each book.

He knew that this Magic Guild would be the starting point of his magical journey and the foundation for his ascent to higher realms.

As the Lord of the Graveyard, Moros could indeed absorb power through killing and thus increase his level.

But this did not mean that this was the only way he could gain experience.

In fact, Moros could also effectively accumulate experience through traditional methods such as studying magical knowledge, meditating, and conducting magical experiments.

Moros walked past rows of massive bookshelves and arrived at the center of the Level 1 Magic Guild.

Here, a thick, brown spellbook lay quietly on a desk.

Is this my spellbook?

He thought to himself as Moros reached out and touched the brown spellbook.

At that very moment, information on three Level 1 spells flooded into Moros's sea of consciousness.

Since this Magic Guild belonged to the Graveyard faction, the Level 1 spells Moros obtained this time were [Weakness Curse] from dark magic, [Fire Trap] from summoning magic, and [Eldritch Arrow] from destruction magic.

[Weakness Curse]: Curses the target unit, reducing its maximum damage.

[Fire Trap]: The caster selects an area, and within this area, random fire landmines are placed. Once an enemy steps on one, they will suffer a certain amount of non-elemental magic damage.

[Eldritch Arrow]: Shoots magic missiles at the target unit, dealing non-elemental damage.

Don't underestimate these three spells, even though they are just the most basic Level 1 spells. To ordinary people, they are already terrifying attacks that cannot be resisted.

Taking [Eldritch Arrow] as an example, the [Eldritch Arrow] Moros cast now possesses an astonishing power of 57.

What kind of concept is this?

A normal adult male's life strength is only around 2 or 3 points.

In other words, one shot is enough to kill the opponent more than 10 times over!

This is the horror of campaign magic.

Even though Moros is currently just a newborn infant, and even though his current magic value only allows him to use Level 1 spells twice a day, he still possesses the power to easily kill an adult.

This is still considering that Moros's control over the three Level 1 spells is currently limited to just casting them.

If he were to truly master these three Level 1 spells, let alone the power Moros could unleash.

Take [Weakness Curse] for example.

Currently, Moros can only use it as an auxiliary, weakening the opponent's attack power.

But once he truly masters this campaign spell, Moros could even use [Weakness Curse] to directly cause the caster's heart to stop.

With the ability to easily kill adults, the insecurity Moros felt due to his infant body's frailty instantly disappeared by more than half.

This was another important reason why Moros chose to build a Magic Guild.

He needed tangible power to fill the insecurity he felt from transmigration!

Time slowly passed, and each day felt peaceful and beautiful.

In the eyes of Frakt and Emma, their child Moros was a well-behaved baby who didn't cause them any trouble.

Unless he was hungry, needed a diaper change, or was feeling unwell, little Moros would always lie quietly in his cradle, his crystal-clear eyes curiously observing the world around him.

Therefore, even though it was her first time raising a child, Emma didn't find it too difficult.

Of course, this was compared to other new mothers.

Regardless, as a mother, Emma put in a considerable amount of effort.

Furthermore, as Mr. Frakt's earnings continued to grow, Emma felt that their little family's life was getting better and better.

But this was just an illusion.

A huge illusion.

In a small town where there was only one hospital, continuously increasing income on top of a comfortable living seemed somewhat problematic.

However, under Mr. Frakt's clever concealment, Emma had not yet realized the issues with her husband's current income.

Yet, a problem is a problem. It could be concealed, but it wouldn't disappear out of thin air.

One day, the problem was bound to erupt.

Chapter 5: The First Birthday and Encountering Collapse Energy

Time flowed like a gentle stream, and in the blink of an eye, Moros was one year old.

After passing the important milestones of his full moon and hundredth day, Moros welcomed the most important event for children on the Mu Continent before they started school – the "Zhuazhou" (grasping ceremony).

Although Frakt and Emma had received higher education and were not superstitious, they still wanted their child to experience this ritualistic family activity.

On the day of the Zhuazhou, Emma woke up early to prepare a new outfit for Moros and carefully styled his hair.

She gently held Moros, gazing into his crystal-clear eyes, her heart filled with anticipation and joy.

Mr. Frakt, in the spacious hall of their newly acquired mansion, laid down a soft blanket.

Various items were placed on the blanket: books, musical instruments, coins, snacks, etc. Each item had been carefully selected by them, carrying profound meaning.

"Moros, go pick what you like!"

After placing Moros on the blanket, Emma leaned beside Mr. Frakt, looking at her precious child with expectation.

Glancing back at his playfully enthusiastic parents, Moros inwardly grumbled.

What the heck? Zhuazhou? I'm a transmigrator! This is so boring!

But despite his complaints, since his parents wanted to play this game, Moros was willing to humor them.

He began to carefully observe the items on the blanket, speculating in his heart.

After a long hesitation, Moros turned and staggered towards Emma and Frakt, then hugged them.

As a Level 1 transcendent, it was reasonable for him to be able to walk at the age of one.

"Daddy, Mommy!"

The scene instantly fell silent. As if understanding the child's meaning, Emma and Frakt opened their mouths, but couldn't say anything.

However, judging from their moist eyes, they were deeply moved by their son's actions.

The emotion from the "grasping ceremony" day didn't change Moros's life. He continued to live the life of a high-quality human cub, with no worries about food or clothing.

However, unlike the play of ordinary toddlers, in addition to learning the knowledge stored in the Magic Guild, Moros consciously collected information to understand the world he had transmigrated into.

Through television, newspapers, and conversations between his parents, Moros gained a rough understanding of this world.

This was a civilization whose technological development was slightly stronger than Earth in his previous life, but it had not yet entered the era of interstellar colonization.

And the Mu Continent, where their family was currently located, was the undisputed core of this civilization.

However, when it came to this small city, its technological level was not much different from his previous life.

Although there was no explicit information about supernatural powers, Moros did not let his guard down.

In his opinion, this was simply the result of the rulers of the Mu Continent concealing relevant information from the public to maintain their rule.

Supernatural powers must exist in this world!

The reason Moros made this judgment was simple. After he learned the prerequisite ability for meditation – sensing energy particles in the environment – he discovered that there was a strange energy pervading this world, different from magic.

This energy seemed to have a certain harmful effect on the human body, and absorbing it rashly would most likely lead to death.

However, Moros also keenly noticed that if one could withstand this harm, the strange energy in the environment could be used to strengthen the human body.

This was undoubtedly good news for him.

During his studies at the Magic Guild, Moros received a disturbing piece of news.