Necromancer, But From Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 4

The Necromancer class he chose was indeed powerful, but the class skill it brought, Necromancy, wasn't without its side effects.

According to the ancient texts stored in the Mage Guild, as mages delved deeper into the study of Necromancy, death mana would corrode the researcher's body.

This was also why Necromancers generally had hideous appearances.

This wasn't an unsolvable problem.

Whether it was by raising Necromancy to a master level or by transforming one's race through the Level 5 dark magic skill [Vampirism], the erosion of the flesh by death mana could be resolved.

But now, Moros had a new option.

Since this strange energy had the potential to strengthen the body, it wasn't inconceivable to use it to resist the erosion of death mana.

Moros realized this might be an opportunity for him.

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

He hadn't even fully grasped the knowledge stored in the Mage Guild, and his self-preservation abilities were only slightly stronger than an ordinary person's. Moros currently wasn't qualified to conduct magic research of this magnitude.

Moros was self-aware of this.

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

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

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

As time passed, Moros gradually grew up.

At age 4, Moros learned from his mother, Emma, that he was going to school.

"Mom, can I not go to kindergarten? I feel like I can learn everything myself..."

This wasn't Moros boasting. After becoming a Necromancer, his learning, memory, and thinking abilities had all improved significantly.

For him now, let alone kindergarten knowledge, even elementary school, no, middle school knowledge wouldn't be difficult for him.

As for high school knowledge?

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

However, Moros was confident that once he reached Level 2, he would be able to easily learn knowledge of this level.

It was close, just a week or two away...

Over the past three years, Moros hadn't wasted any time.

Although limited by his infant body, the time he could meditate each day was limited, but three years was enough for his experience to accumulate to the point of nearly leveling up.

Of course, this also included learning other basic knowledge stored in the Mage Guild.

If Moros had focused solely on meditation, even with the limited time he could meditate each day, three years would have been enough for him to level up.

"Honey, I know you have the ability to self-study, but everyone has to go to kindergarten."

Hearing Moros say this, Emma couldn't help but laugh.

"There, you can learn many social skills, which self-study cannot replace."

Looking at Emma's serious eyes, Moros knew he couldn't convince her.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded as if resigned.

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

Humans are not plants; how can they be without feelings? The years of living together had made Moros truly regard Emma as his mother.

Therefore, he didn't want to disappoint Emma.

PS: I will not yield. Jin is jin, not jin. Ping is ping, not ping.

Chapter 6: First Meeting with Vill-V

The next day.

The morning sun shone down on the land, and Emma held Moros's hand as they walked into the kindergarten gate together.

Although Moros felt some resistance internally, he didn't show too much emotion on his face, only frowning slightly, appearing somewhat aloof.

Unlike other children his age, he didn't cry or struggle.

He was a transmigrator, after all; he wouldn't be affected by the crying of other children.

His calmness infected the children around him. They looked at each other, then at Moros, and the crying gradually subsided.

If everyone else was crying, then their crying was normal.

But since someone wasn't crying, continuing to cry would make them look foolish.

Seeing that the situation was under control, the kindergarten teachers, who had been overwhelmed by the crying children, breathed a sigh of relief.

Along with that, they also formed a relatively deep impression of the child who wasn't crying.

On the other hand, after being led by the kindergarten teacher into the classroom with the other children, Moros finally had the chance to observe his classmates.

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

With this judgment, Moros shifted his attention away from his classmates and took out a book about the geography of the Mu Continent from his backpack, leisurely flipping through it.

The kindergarten teachers didn't mind this either.

After all, for a child just starting kindergarten, being able to sit obediently without crying or making a fuss was already quite good behavior.

They didn't expect the newly enrolled children to do any better.

After the routine self-introductions, Moros memorized the names of the teachers and then retreated back into his own world.

This was easy to understand.

Moros had already self-taught most of the knowledge that junior high students on the Mu Continent were supposed to master. Under these circumstances, asking him to listen to a kindergarten teacher's lecture was abnormal.

When the bell for class ending rang and the teachers announced free time, Moros stood up and left the classroom.

On his first day of kindergarten, he wanted to map out the kindergarten's layout, ensuring he could retreat to a safe place immediately if a special situation broke out.

It couldn't be helped. As a transmigrator, Moros always lacked a sense of security deep down.

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

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

Had I seen her somewhere before?

With a question in his heart, Moros began to search his memories.

But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't be sure where he had seen this girl.

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

Since he couldn't be sure, Moros didn't dwell on it. He walked up to the little girl and asked kindly.

As a child, his question wouldn't arouse suspicion or attention from others.

Hearing Moros's question, the little girl looked up, her eyes teary as she looked at him.

She hesitated, seeming a little afraid of strangers.

But in the end, she mustered her courage and timidly spoke her name.

"Vill-V."

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

The Thirteenth Flame-Chaser, the fifth one, Mark of the Spiral...

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

The previous civilization from the world of Honkai Impact 3's main story, which was annihilated by the Herrscher of the End!

As an old captain, Moros knew something about the previous civilization.

Flame-chasers who could easily crush ordinary Herrschers, and the Herrscher of the End who brought about the apocalypse. Moros felt a heavy heart.

This was truly a high-stakes game!

Thinking of the Herrscher of the End who had driven seven Flame-Chaser Warriors, including Kevin, into a corner, Moros knew he had to work even harder.

That was a genuine world-ending war.

Except for those who survived in hibernation pods and Griseo, who escaped Earth on a spaceship, everyone else had vanished in the Herrscher of the End's apocalypse.

It's worth noting that the hibernation pods capable of surviving the Herrscher's apocalypse were not ordinary technological creations; their true form was the Fifth Divine Key: Stagnation Key: Dormancy of All Things.

Thank goodness I was clever in my previous life and secured a demi-plane...

With a demi-plane as a fallback, Moros could still remain calm.

"Hoo~"

Moros took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner unease.

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

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

"Vill-V, why are you crying here by yourself?"

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Moros forced himself to continue the conversation.

This wasn't because he wanted to latch onto someone powerful.

Possessing a Golden Finger, Moros had some pride.

With such a good start, he could completely overcome the apocalypse with his own strength.

"Wuuu~"

After a sob, Vill-V looked up at Moros, her eyes still teary.

"Everyone says my hair color is strange, and they don't play with me..."

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

Moros fell silent.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the Vill-V before him was not the future Flame-Chaser who bore the Mark of the Spiral.

At this moment, Vill-V was just a little girl ostracized by her peers.

Happy people spend their lives healing from childhood, while unhappy people spend their lives healing their childhood.

Clearly, Vill-V was the latter.

Thinking this, Moros felt a stir in his heart.

He took a step forward, reached out his hand, and gently patted Vill-V's shoulder.

"Don't cry. Those who mock you are simply ignorant and childish; you don't need to pay attention to their words. If no one else wants to play with you, then I will."

Upon hearing this, Vill-V stopped crying. She haphazardly wiped the tears from her face and looked at the little boy who had offered her a hand with hopeful eyes.

"Really?"

"Really. Do you want to be my friend?"

Moros smiled, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Okay!"

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

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

Watching Vill-V's smiling face, a warm current surged through Moros's heart as well.

"Come with me, let's go play together."

Extending his hand to Vill-V, Moros invited her.

Staring at Moros's outstretched hand, Vill-V's eyes sparkled with joy.

She carefully took his hand and, with Moros's help, stood up.

At this moment, she felt a warm power flow into her heart.

I have a friend now!