My First Meeting with Vill-V

The Necromancer class he had chosen was indeed powerful, but the class skill it brought—necromancy—was not without side effects.

According to the records stored in the Mage Guild, as mages delved deeper into necromancy, Death Mana would corrode their bodies.

That was why necromancers were generally so hideous in appearance.

This was not an unsolvable problem.

Whether by raising necromancy to the master level or transforming one's race through Vampirism, a fifth-tier Dark Magic spell, one could solve the problem of Death Mana eroding the flesh.

Now, however, Moros had a new option.

Since that strange energy had the potential to strengthen the body, using it to resist Death Mana's corrosion was not beyond imagination.

Moros realized that this might be an opportunity for him.

However, researching such strange energy was still too early for Moros, who was currently just a baby.

He had not even finished understanding the knowledge stored in the Mage Guild, and with self-defense abilities only slightly stronger than those of an ordinary person, Moros was not yet qualified to conduct magical research of this level.

Moros was well aware of that.

Only when my level is higher can I touch such dangerous energy.

With that thought, Moros devoted both body and mind to meditation.

Over the past several months, he had completely mastered meditation, the most orthodox method for mages to improve their strength.

As time passed, Moros gradually grew up.

At the age of four, Moros learned from his mother, Emma, that he was going to school.

"Mom, can I skip kindergarten? I think I can teach myself completely well..."

Moros was not bragging. After becoming a necromancer, his learning, memory, and thinking abilities had all improved considerably.

For him now, let alone kindergarten knowledge, even elementary school—no, middle school knowledge—would not pose any difficulty.

As for high school knowledge?

The civilization of the Mu Continent was ultimately more advanced than that of his previous life. High school knowledge on the Mu Continent was still somewhat difficult for Moros.

However, Moros was confident that once he reached Level 2, he would be able to master knowledge of that level with ease.

Soon. Just another week or two...

Moros had not wasted time over the past three years.

Though limited by an infant's body and the amount of time he could meditate each day, three years had still been enough to bring his experience close to leveling up.

Of course, that was also because he had spent time studying other basic knowledge stored in the Mage Guild.

If Moros had devoted himself entirely to meditation, then even with his limited daily meditation time, three years would have been enough for him to level up.

"Sweetheart, I know you can teach yourself, but kindergarten is something everyone has to attend."

Emma could not help but laugh when she heard Moros say that.

"There, you can learn many social skills. Those are things self-study cannot replace."

Seeing the serious look in Emma's eyes, Moros knew he could not persuade her.

He fell silent for a moment, then nodded as if resigned to his fate.

"Alright, Mom. I'll go to school."

Humans were not plants or stones; how could they be without feelings? These years of living together had made Moros truly regard Emma as his mother.

Therefore, he did not want to disappoint Emma.

PS: I will not yield. Jin is jin, not jing; ping is ping, not pin.

Chapter 6: First Meeting with Vill-V

The next day.

Morning sunlight spread across the ground as Emma held Moros's hand and walked with him through the kindergarten gates.

Although Moros felt somewhat resistant inside, he did not show much emotion on his face. He merely frowned slightly, appearing rather indifferent.

Unlike the other children his age, he neither cried nor struggled.

He was a transmigrator, after all. He would not get infected by the crying of other children.

His calmness affected the children around him. They looked at one another, then looked at Moros, and their cries gradually quieted down.

If everyone cried, then it was normal for them to cry.

But since someone was not crying, continuing to cry would make them look rather foolish.

Seeing the situation brought under control, the kindergarten teachers, who had just been left dizzy by the crying children, all breathed sighs of relief.

At the same time, they formed a rather deep impression of the child who had not cried.

As for Moros, only after a kindergarten teacher led him and the other children into the classroom did he have the leisure to examine his classmates.

Hm, a bunch of brats. Not worth wasting my time on.

Having reached that conclusion, Moros withdrew his attention from his classmates. Instead, he took a book about the geography of the Mu Continent out of his backpack and began flipping through it leisurely.

The kindergarten teachers did not mind.

After all, for a child who had just entered kindergarten, sitting obediently in his seat without crying or making trouble was already quite an impressive performance.

They did not expect newly enrolled children to do any better.

After the routine introductions, Moros committed the names of several teachers to memory, then immersed himself in his own world once more.

That was easy to understand.

Moros had already taught himself most of the knowledge an average middle school student on the Mu Continent was expected to know. Under such circumstances, expecting him to listen to kindergarten teachers was abnormal to begin with.

When the dismissal bell rang and the teachers announced free activity time, Moros stood up and left the classroom.

On his first day at kindergarten, he wanted to familiarize himself with the layout of the place so that if anything unexpected happened, he could retreat to a safe location immediately.

It could not be helped. As a transmigrator, Moros had always lacked a sense of security deep down.

During this process, Moros discovered a little girl hiding away and crying.

The little girl looked only four or five years old, but her hair, half dark green and half brownish-yellow, gave Moros a strange sense of familiarity.

Have I seen her somewhere before?

With that question in mind, Moros began searching through his memories.

Yet no matter how hard he thought, he could not determine where exactly he had seen this girl before.

"Hello, I'm Moros. Who are you?"

Since he could not figure it out, Moros stopped dwelling on it. He walked over to the little girl and asked in a friendly tone.

As a child, his question would not arouse anyone's suspicion or attention.

Hearing Moros's question, the little girl lifted her head and looked at him through tear-filled eyes.

She hesitated, seemingly afraid of strangers.

But in the end, she gathered her courage and timidly gave her name.

"Vill-V."

When Vill-V's name reached Moros's ears, the extraordinary being who was only one step away from becoming a Level 2 necromancer finally remembered where he had seen her.

The Thirteen Flame-Chasers, the fifth among them, the Mark of the Spiral...

Old memories flooded into Moros's mind like a tide, and in an instant, he understood exactly what era he was in.

The Pre-Collapse Civilization from the world of Honkai Impact 3rd's main story, the one destroyed by the Herrscher of the End!

As an old Captain, Moros knew something about the Pre-Collapse Civilization.

The Flame-Chasers who could easily crush ordinary Herrschers, the world-ending Herrscher of the End... Moros felt a heavy weight in his heart.

This was truly a high-level match!

Thinking of the Herrscher of the End that had driven seven Flame-Chaser Warriors, including Kevin, into a desperate situation, Moros knew he had to work twice as hard.

That had been a genuine battle for the end of the world.

Other than those who survived by entering hibernation pods and Griseo, who escaped Earth aboard a spaceship, everyone else had been reduced to nothing beneath the Herrscher of the End's destruction.

One had to know that the hibernation pods capable of surviving the end brought by the Herrscher of the End were not ordinary technological creations. Their true form was the Fifth Divine Key—the Stagnation Key—Universal Slumber.

Good thing I had the foresight to exchange for a Demiplane in my previous life...

With the Demiplane as a way out, Moros was still able to remain calm.

"Phew..."

Moros took a deep breath, trying to calm the unease in his heart.

He forced himself to focus on the still-young Vill-V before him.

Moros crouched down, looked at Vill-V gently, and asked softly.

"Vill-V, why are you crying here all alone?"

Though his heart was in turmoil, Moros still forced himself to continue the conversation.

It was not because he wanted to cling to someone powerful.

With a Golden Finger in hand, Moros still had that much pride.

With such a good start, he could completely rely on his own strength to survive the calamity of the Herrscher of the End.

"Sniff..."

Vill-V sniffled, raised her head, and looked at Moros with watery eyes.

"Everyone says my hair color is strange, so nobody wants to play with me..."

As she spoke, Vill-V's eyes grew wet again, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Moros fell silent.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the current Vill-V was not yet the Flame-Chaser bearing the Mark of the Spiral.

Right now, Vill-V was merely a little girl rejected by her peers.

Happy people used childhood to heal a lifetime, while unhappy people spent a lifetime healing their childhood.

Clearly, Vill-V was the latter.

With that thought, something stirred in Moros's heart.

He stepped forward, extended a hand, and gently patted Vill-V on the shoulder.

"Don't cry. Those people mocking you are merely ignorant and childish. You don't need to care about what they say. If no one wants to play with you, then I'll keep you company."

Hearing that, Vill-V stopped crying. She hastily wiped the tears from her face and looked hopefully at the little boy who had offered her a helping hand.

"Really?"

"Really. Would you like to be my friend?"

Moros smiled, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Mm!"

Vill-V nodded vigorously, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face.

Maybe having a friend isn't so bad...

Watching Vill-V's smiling face, Moros felt warmth rise in his heart as well.

"Come with me. Let's go play together."

Moros extended his hand toward Vill-V, offering his invitation.

Staring at Moros's outstretched hand, delight sparkled in Vill-V's eyes.

She carefully grasped that hand and used Moros's strength to stand up.

At that moment, she felt a warm strength pass into her heart.

I have a friend too!