This was not a new Flight Magic he had developed. Rather, several spectres had condensed into physical form beneath his feet, supporting his body.
In daylight, the spectres' forms 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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25th Level and Two Years
While nations across Earth were vigorously supporting Collapse Energy-related research, Moros also completed another level-up.
Moros Level: 25 Race: Human Template: White Common Class: Necromancer Racial Talent: Learning (Experience 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 (Basic) Mastered Skill: Necromancy (Expert)
Unlike before, when he gained experience through slaughter and directly raised his hero level with the help of the Hero Panel,
this time, Moros's advancement came from studying the knowledge within the Mage Guild and
meditating day after day.
This change was reflected not only in the extra point of Knowledge he had gained, but also in the disappearance of Expert Necromancy from his skill list.
The moment Moros completely mastered Expert Necromancy, the Necromancy (Expert) entry on the Hero Panel vanished outright.
This did not mean that he had lost this vital skill of a necromancer. On the contrary, it marked Moros's ascent to a higher realm on the path of necromancy.
The disappearance of Necromancy (Expert) did not affect Moros's skill in casting the magic that transformed corpses into undead units.
On the contrary, he could now decide at will what kind of undead unit to create, rather than mechanically converting them into skeleton soldiers through the Hero Panel as he had in the past.
The Hero Panel was both an aid and a shackle.
Moros knew that only by transcending the restraints of the Hero Panel could he hope to break through the Destiny Legend rank (Level 40) and advance to a higher tier.
Back to the matter at hand, after Moros completely mastered Expert Necromancy, an empty skill slot appeared on his Hero Panel.
After careful consideration, he ultimately chose Light Magic as his new skill from the three options offered by leveling up.
Through learning Necromancy, Moros had deeply realized that the skills on the Hero Panel provided enormous assistance in learning the corresponding knowledge.
It was precisely with the guidance provided by Necromancy (Expert) on the Hero Panel that he had successfully mastered Expert Necromancy in just two years.
Yes, by the time Moros completed his advancement and officially became a Level 25 necromancer, a full two years had passed on Earth.
Although he had spent those two years within the Demiplane, Moros was not entirely unaware of Earth's developments thanks to the occasional magical communications from Elysia and Eden.
However, due to the limitations of their current standing, Elysia and Eden mainly relayed major events that nations around the world had made public.
As for major incidents such as the first Great Collapse, they naturally knew nothing about them, since they only learned of the world through the media.
But for Moros, that information was already enough.
With the necromancer's current strength, he would not fall into danger as long as he did not act rashly.
At this point in time, excluding nuclear weapons, the only high-end combatants on humanity's side capable of threatening him were Elysia, Kalpas, and Sakura.
Given the relationship between Moros and Elysia, she would not stand against him as long as he did not intend to destroy human civilization.
As for Kalpas, he was still playing house in that small village that worshipped an evil god. He had no intention of leaving the village or making contact with the world.
Even if he appeared early, his berserker-like fighting style posed little threat to Moros.
Kalpas's power in a direct battle was beyond question, but what could a melee-focused team possibly do against a spellcaster who had mastered teleportation spells?
And Sakura, the assassin codenamed "Setsuna," was the greatest threat to Moros among the three high-end combatants.
However, Moros was not worried about her. He had complete confidence in his mana shield.
Moros believed that with the strength of his mana shield, Sakura, who had yet to undergo Fusion Warrior Surgery, would be unable to break it.
After years of improvements and reinforcement, Moros's mana shield was no longer that fragile thing that could be shattered by a few bursts of pistol rounds.
With his Mana stat as high as 42, his current mana shield was as tough as a Protoss's Hardened Shield.
Clearly, Sakura, who had not yet undergone Fusion Warrior Surgery, had no way of dealing with a mana shield of that level.
As for how Elysia and Eden maintained communication with Moros across planes, that was thanks to the Spectre Jars he had given them before the first Great Collapse arrived.
This magical creation, combining alchemy and Necromancy, could not only conduct magical communication across the crystal walls of a Demiplane, but also support ultra-long-range communication across galaxies.
However, there was no chance to test communications on that scale within the Solar System.
The reason was simple. The Cocoon of Finality had sealed off the Solar System. Without power surpassing the Cocoon, it was impossible to escape the prison of the Solar System.
Having already taken firm steps down the path of magic and achieved remarkable results, Moros naturally intended to keep up the momentum, remain in the Mage Guild, study more profound magical knowledge, and strive to transform his other skills into magic as well.
But a magical communication from Elysia changed Moros's mind.
"Moros, don't you think they've gone too far?"
Elysia's voice on the other end of the communication 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 preferences?"
Listening to the Pink Fairy Lady's grievances, Moros also learned what had happened.
Eden and the entertainment company she had signed with had come into conflict over her musical path.
The company wanted her to switch to pop music to cater to market demand and achieve greater commercial value.
However, Eden herself had a deep love for classical music and wanted to continue pursuing 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 treated as secondary. All entertainment companies cared about was the commercial value their artists could bring them.
However, as Elysia and Eden's close friend, Moros's position was obviously completely different from that of the entertainment company.
"Ely..."
Moros spoke softly, his voice gentle yet firm.
"Don't worry. Leave this to me. Trust me, Eden won't have to be troubled by this for much longer."
Simple and Brutal, but Effective
Stepping on stairs condensed from spectres, Moros arrived smoothly at the top floor of XX Entertainment Company's headquarters.
Without wasting any time, he immediately ordered the spectres to pass through the floors and search downward level by level for the general manager of the entertainment company Eden had signed with.
Before long, a spectre reported to him that it had found the target.
That was easy enough to understand.
Bosses with even a little wealth liked placing their offices on the top floor. They did not like having people constantly stepping over their heads.
Under normal circumstances, that was certainly satisfying. But now, the general manager of this entertainment company would have to pay the price for his usual air of superiority.
Through his link with the undead units, Moros sensed the information transmitted back by the spectre that had found the target. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Go, my servants!"
With no intention of going downstairs himself, Moros chose to remain where he was and wait quietly.
He knew the spectres would bring the person he wanted before him.
Second by second, Moros waited patiently.
They did not keep him waiting long. In only a few minutes, the spectres appeared before him, escorting the general manager.
At that moment, the general manager of XX Entertainment Company was no longer the lofty figure who looked down on every artist signed to the company.
His face was filled with fear and unease, while his eyes revealed deep confusion and bewilderment.
Clearly, this potbellied middle-aged man had no idea what these monsters escorting him to the top floor of the building were, nor what they intended to do.
"Who are you..."
With his arms twisted behind his back, the general manager tried to get an answer from Moros, who stood surrounded by spectres.
However, Moros gave him no such opportunity.
Before the general manager could finish speaking, the Level 5 Dark Magic, Puppet Master, descended upon him.
Moros had no interest in wasting words on an ordinary person. He chose to let magic speak for him.
With Moros's spellcasting ability, there was no way the general manager, who was merely an ordinary man, could resist his spell.
In a single instant, the man at the helm of Mu Continent's most influential entertainment company became the necromancer's puppet.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on with Eden?"
"The chairman believes that if Eden continues to cultivate herself in classical music, her image and singing ability will threaten his youngest daughter's career. So he ordered me to transfer her to another field and continue extracting her value..."
Faced with Moros's question, the general manager, controlled by the power of magic, revealed everything he knew without holding anything back.
"So you sacrificed Eden's future and dreams just like that?"
"Yes, Master. The company belongs to the chairman. No one dared defy his decisions."
As if trying to save his precarious life, the general manager continued to explain.
"In the entertainment industry, artists are merely tools for making profits. Eden may be exceptionally talented, but in the chairman's eyes, she is nothing more than a tool to create value for the company..."
"Shut up!"
Moros's shout cut off the general manager.
The necromancer naturally knew that every word the general manager had said was true, but as Eden's friend, how could he allow Eden to be sacrificed like this?
"Who exactly is this company's chairman? What is his family background? Which shareholders in this company have enough influence..."
Under the overwhelming power of magic, the general manager willingly told Moros everything he knew.
It proved just how laughable free will was before the power of magic.
With a single spell, one could freely manipulate an ordinary person's mind and make them obey commands like a puppet.
As he quietly listened to the general manager's account, a clear plan gradually took shape in Moros's mind.
He decided to completely reshape this entertainment company, then give it to Eden as a gift.
To do that, he needed to have a "talk" with each of the company's shareholders.
Moros believed that, when faced with life and death, the shareholders would make the wise choice.
If they remained stubborn and refused to obey Moros's will, then the Level 5 Dark Magic, Puppet Master, would "help" them make the right choice.
"After you return, prepare all the relevant documents, as well as a company development strategy centered around Eden."
After listening to the general manager's account, Moros issued a new order.
"Master, what about the chairman..."
"By sunrise tomorrow, you will hear news of the chairman's death. At the same time, the other shareholders will gradually transfer their shares to Eden."
Moros's voice carried an unquestionable decisiveness.
After learning that the chairman's family lived in this city, Moros already knew that after tonight, all obstacles preventing Eden from pursuing her artistic ideals would disappear completely.
Standing atop the building and looking down at Fuyuan City's brilliant lights beneath the night sky, Moros's lips curled into a confident smile.
He knew this city would become the stage upon which Eden spread her wings and soared.
"Eden, may your future shine as brilliantly as gold!"
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