Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization

These weren't new flight magic spells he'd developed; rather, several spectres had solidified beneath his feet, supporting his body.

Had it been daytime, the spectres might have been noticed by pedestrians on the ground.

But under the cover of night, no one could see the spectres that had only briefly solidified.

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Chapter 60: Level 25 and Two Years

As nations on Earth were vigorously supporting research related to Collapse Energy, Moros also completed a level promotion.

[Moros]

[Level: 25]

[Race: Human]

[Template: White Common]

[Class: Necromancer]

[Racial Talent: Learning (EXP acquisition efficiency +5%)]

[Hero Specialty: Graveyard Lord (When commanding Graveyard faction units, Attack and Defense +1 every five levels)]

[Attack: 15+5]

[Defense: 57+5]

[Mana: 34+8]

[Knowledge: 21]

[Skills: Enlightenment (Expert), Dark Magic (Expert), Summoning Magic (Expert), Destruction Magic (Expert), Sorcery (Expert), Light Magic (Beginner)]

[Mastered Skills: Necromancy (Expert)]

Unlike the past mode where experience was gained through killing to directly increase the hero's level.

This time, Moros's promotion stemmed from his study of knowledge within the Mage Guild and

day-after-day meditation.

This transformation was not only reflected in his additional point in the [Knowledge] attribute but also clearly evident in the disappearance of the expert-level [Necromancy] from his skill bar.

The moment Moros fully mastered expert-level [Necromancy], the [Necromancy (Expert)] entry in the Hero Panel vanished.

This did not mean he had lost this crucial skill as a Necromancer; quite the opposite, it was a sign of Moros advancing to a higher realm on the path of a Necromancer.

The disappearance of [Necromancy (Expert)] did not affect Moros's proficient casting of this magic, which could transform corpses into undead units.

On the contrary, he could now decide the type of undead units he transformed at will, rather than mechanically converting them into skeleton soldiers through the Hero Panel as before.

The Hero Panel was both an aid and a shackle.

Moros understood that only by transcending the limitations of the Hero Panel could he hope to break through the Destiny Legend tier (Level 40) and advance to higher levels.

Getting back to the point, as Moros fully mastered expert-level [Necromancy], his Hero Panel now had an empty skill slot.

After careful consideration, he finally chose [Light Magic] from the three skill options provided by the level-up.

During the process of learning [Necromancy], Moros deeply realized the significant auxiliary role skills on the Hero Panel played in learning corresponding knowledge.

It was precisely with the knowledge guidance provided by [Necromancy (Expert)] on the Hero Panel that he was able to successfully master expert-level [Necromancy] in just two years.

Yes, by the time Moros completed his promotion and officially became a Level 25 Necromancer, a full two years had passed on Earth.

Although he had been in the demiplane for these two years, Moros was not unaware of the dynamics on Earth, thanks to the occasional magical communications from Elysia and Eden.

While Elysia and Eden's current levels limited them, their exchanges with Moros primarily conveyed major events publicly announced on Earth.

And significant events like the First Great Collapse, which they, as beings who only learned about the world through media, were naturally unaware of.

But for Moros, this information was sufficient.

With the current strength of a Necromancer, as long as he didn't act rashly, he wouldn't fall into danger.

At this period, excluding the existence of nuclear weapons, the only high-end combatants on the human civilization side that could pose a threat to him were Elysia, Kalpas, and Sakura.

Given the relationship between Moros and Elysia, as long as he didn't intend to destroy human civilization, Elysia wouldn't stand against him.

As for Kalpas, he was still playing house in that small village worshipping an evil god, showing no intention of leaving the village or interacting with the world.

Even if he appeared early, with his berserker-like combat style, he wouldn't pose a high threat to Moros.

In terms of direct combat, Kalpas's strength was undeniable, but what could a melee fighter do against a spellcaster who mastered teleportation spells?

And Sakura, the assassin codenamed "Forget-Me-Not," was the most threatening among the three high-end combatants to Moros.

However, Moros wasn't worried about her; he had full confidence in his mana shield.

Moros believed that with the strength of his mana shield, Sakura, who had not yet undergone the Fusion Warrior Surgery, would be unable to break through it.

After years of improvement and enhancement, Moros's mana shield was no longer the fragile, easily broken shield that could be destroyed by a few bursts from a handgun.

With a Mana attribute as high as 42, his current mana shield's strength was comparable to a Starchild's [Fortitude Shield].

Clearly, Sakura, who had not yet undergone the Fusion Warrior Surgery, couldn't do anything against a mana shield of this level.

As for how Elysia and Eden maintained communication with Moros across different planes, it was all thanks to the Spectre Jar he had given them before the first Great Collapse.

This magical creation, a fusion of Alchemy and Necromancy, not only possessed the ability to communicate magically across the crystal walls of demiplanes but could also support ultra-long-distance communication across entire river systems.

However, within the Solar System, there was no opportunity to test interstellar communication of this magnitude.

The reason was simple: the Cocoon of Finality had already sealed off the Solar System. Without power that surpassed the Cocoon, escape from the Solar System's prison was impossible.

Since he had already taken solid steps on the path of magic and achieved significant results, Moros naturally intended to press on, continuing to immerse himself in the Mage Guild to learn more profound magic knowledge, striving to convert his other skills into magic.

But a magical communication from Elysia changed Moros's mind.

"Moros, don't you think they're going too far!"

On the other end of the communication, Elysia's voice was filled with indignation and confusion.

"Eden's singing is so unique and beautiful, why are they forcing her to sing pop songs according to market tastes?"

Listening to the Pink Fairy Lady's outpouring, Moros understood what had happened.

Eden and the entertainment company she was signed with had a disagreement regarding her musical path.

The company wanted her to switch to pop songs to cater to market demand and achieve higher commercial value.

However, Eden herself had a deep love for classical music and wished to continue cultivating that path.

Having lived two lives, Moros naturally understood the cruel truth of the entertainment industry.

In this circle filled with commercial interests and market competition, personal artistic pursuits and talent were often considered secondary. What entertainment companies valued was merely the commercial value their artists could bring to the company.

However, as a close friend of Elysia and Eden, Moros's stance was clearly different from that of the entertainment company.

"Elysia..."

Moros spoke softly, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Don't worry, leave this matter to me. Trust me, Eden won't be troubled by this for much longer."

Chapter 61: Simple, Crude, But Effective

Treading on stairs condensed from spectres, Moros smoothly arrived at the top floor of the XX Entertainment Company headquarters.

Without wasting any time, he immediately ordered the spectres to pass through the floor slabs and search the premises floor by floor for the general manager of the entertainment company Eden was signed with.

Before long, a spectre reported back to him, having found the target.

This was quite understandable.

Bosses with a bit of wealth liked to have their offices on the top floor, not having people constantly stepping on their heads.

This was great under normal circumstances, but now, the general manager of this entertainment company would have to pay the price for his usual arrogance.

Through the link with his undead minions, sensing the information transmitted back by the spectre that had found the target, Moros's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Go, my servants!"

With no intention of going downstairs, Moros chose to stand his ground and wait.

He knew the spectres would bring the person he wanted to him.

Time ticked by, and Moros waited patiently.

He didn't have to wait long. In just a few minutes, the spectres brought the general manager before him.

At this moment, the general manager of XX Entertainment Company was no longer the aloof, high-and-mighty figure who looked down on contracted artists.

His face was etched with fear and unease, his eyes revealing deep confusion and bewilderment.

Clearly, this stout, middle-aged man had no idea who these monsters escorting him to the top floor were, nor what they wanted.

"Who are you..."

With his hands bound behind his back, the general manager tried to get an answer from Moros, who was surrounded by spectres.

However, Moros didn't give him the chance.

Without waiting for the general manager to finish speaking, the Level 5 Dark Magic spell, Puppet Master, descended upon him.

Moros had no intention of wasting words with an ordinary person; he chose to speak directly through the power of magic.

With Moros's casting ability, the ordinary general manager naturally couldn't resist his spell.

In an instant, the helmsman of Mu Continent's most influential entertainment company became the Necromancer's puppet.

"Tell me, what's going on with Eden?"

"The chairman believes that with Eden's image and singing talent, if she continues to focus on classical music, it would pose a threat to his youngest daughter's acting career. Therefore, he ordered me to transfer her to another field to continue utilizing her value..."

Faced with Moros's question, the general manager, controlled by the power of magic, revealed everything he knew without reservation.

"So, you sacrificed Eden's future and dreams like this?"

"Yes, Master. The company belongs to the chairman, and no one dares to defy his decisions."

As if trying to salvage his precarious life, the general manager continued to explain.

"In the entertainment industry, artists are merely tools used to generate profit. Although Eden is exceptionally talented, in the chairman's eyes, she is nothing more than a tool to create value for the company..."

"Shut up!"

Moros's sharp command cut off the general manager's words.

The Necromancer understood that everything the general manager said made sense, but as Eden's friend, how could he possibly let her be sacrificed like this?

"Who is the chairman of this company? What is his family background? Among the shareholders of this company, who has enough say..."

Under the mighty power of magic, the general manager willingly revealed everything he knew to Moros.

The truth was, in the face of magic's incredible power, free will was a laughable thing.

A single spell could easily manipulate the minds of ordinary people, making them obey commands like puppets.

Quietly listening to the general manager's narration, Moros's plan gradually took shape in his mind.

He decided to completely transform this entertainment company and then present it as a gift to Eden.

To achieve this, he needed to "have a word" with each of the company's shareholders.

Moros believed that faced with their own lives, the shareholders would make a wise choice.

If they remained stubborn and unwilling to obey Moros's will, then the fifth-level Dark Magic, Puppet Master, would "help" them make the right decision.

"When you go back, prepare all relevant documents, as well as a company development strategy centered around Eden."

After hearing the general manager's account, Moros issued a new order.

"Master, what about the chairman..."

"By tomorrow's sunrise, you will hear news of the chairman's passing. At the same time, other shareholders will also gradually transfer their shares to Eden."

Moros's voice carried an undeniable decisiveness.

Upon learning that the chairman's family lived in this very city, Moros already had a clear plan. After tonight, the obstacles hindering Eden's pursuit of her artistic ideals would be completely removed.

Standing on the top floor of the building, overlooking the dazzling lights of Fuyuan City under the night sky, a confident smile played on Moros's lips.

He knew that this city would become the stage for Eden to soar.

"Eden, may your future be as brilliant as gold!"