Hearing Moros's question, Mobius's pupils suddenly contracted.
She clearly realized that although this meeting with Moros came with enormous risks, it had been an extremely correct choice.
It seemed this little guinea pig possessed quite a lot of interesting knowledge~
With that thought, Mobius answered.
"I do not know much about these two life forms that exist only in fantasy, but if you are willing to listen, I would be happy to share my thoughts."
Keenly catching Mobius's emphasis on the word "fantasy," Moros's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Of course. I am very much looking forward to hearing your thoughts, Dr. Mobius."
Before Mobius could speak, Moros made a suggestion.
"However, perhaps we should sit down and talk at leisure first?"
After giving Moros's invitation some thought, Mobius elegantly nodded in agreement.
Thus, the two found two adjacent sofas in the lounge area at one side of the hall and sat down.
Although the surrounding crowd occasionally cast curious looks their way, neither of them cared, focusing solely on their conversation.
Of course, to ensure the safety of their discussion and prevent outsiders from overhearing anything that should not be made public, Moros still cast a spell barrier modified from the third-tier Dark Magic, Mind Control.
This barrier was similar to a spell that drove away idlers or a Muggle-Repelling Charm, effectively ensuring the privacy of their conversation.
"The thing you just cast..."
Mobius stared intently at Moros's hand gestures as he completed the spell, her face showing a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
She lightly imitated Moros's casting gesture, then asked,
"Was that a superpower? Magic? Or some new application of Collapse Energy?"
"As you said, Dr. Mobius, it was merely a small application of the third-tier Dark Magic, Mind Control. Nothing worth mentioning."
Moros humbly answered the green-haired beauty before him.
He then explained the effects of the spell barrier to Mobius in detail.
Mobius listened attentively, her eyes shining with intense interest in the supernatural power known as magic.
It was as though she could see the gates to an entirely new world opening before her, waiting for her exploration.
"You are just telling me about your abilities so directly? Aren't you afraid I might leak them?"
After hearing Moros's explanation, Mobius leaned back against the soft leather sofa, crossed her arms, and asked curiously.
"You do not seem that naive."
Having reviewed Moth to Fire's internal files on Moros, Mobius knew very well that the youth before her, who appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, actually possessed unimaginably terrifying strength.
It was strength capable of confronting the regular army of the Mu Continent head-on, and it was also the core reason she had come here to meet him.
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Chapter 84: Conversation with Mobius
At Mobius's question, Moros's lips curved slightly as he asked with a hint of confidence,
"Would you?"
Mobius stared into Moros's eyes, seemingly trying to see through his thoughts.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and slowly spoke.
"It seems you understand me very well."
"I do not know much, but I believe my magic can help you travel farther down the path toward your ideals."
Moros believed that, given Mobius's understanding of Moth to Fire's upper ranks, after witnessing the supernatural power of magic—a power she had never encountered before—she would not reveal the contents of their conversation to the Moth to Fire Council.
"Of course, I may also misjudge someone."
However, Moros would not entrust everything to another person, even if that person was Mobius.
So he added in a sinister voice,
"But by then, I certainly will not be the one regretting my mistaken decision."
Recalling the information on Moros in Moth to Fire's database, Mobius knew that the youth's words were not merely empty threats.
"You truly understand me very well."
After giving Moros a deep look, Mobius began explaining her views on vampires and liches as life forms.
"Vampires originated in the folk legends of the Balkan Peninsula and the Eastern European Slavs. In those stories, vampires refer to the corpses of the dead that crawl out of graves to drink human blood..."
Moros listened to Mobius's explanation with his full attention, his eyes gleaming.
Although Mobius's lack of understanding of magic meant that her views contained some errors and omissions, that did not diminish her value as a thinker and explorer.
On the contrary, Moros discovered many things he had previously overlooked through Mobius's explanation.
Her unique perspective and way of thinking opened a door to a new world for him.
It was a world called science, the very world Moros had voluntarily abandoned in order to focus on studying magic.
Therefore, while Mobius enthusiastically explained her ideas, Moros did not rush to correct her mistakes. Instead, he took out a notebook and began carefully recording her views on vampires and liches.
Naturally, Mobius noticed the notebook and quill that had appeared out of thin air while she was explaining her thoughts. However, having already prepared herself mentally, aside from her pupils contracting slightly, she showed no further abnormal reaction.
When Mobius finished her explanation, she stared into Moros's eyes and asked a question that struck directly at the heart of the matter.
"So, do you intend to become a vampire or a lich?"
With Mobius's intelligence, she would never regard Moros's questions about vampires and liches as a mere test.
Combined with the magic Moros had displayed before her, it was entirely reasonable for Mobius to infer his intentions with a little lateral thinking.
"Dr. Mobius, which life form do you think is better: humans or vampires?"
"Hehe."
Covering her mouth as she chuckled, Mobius gave an answer that made Moros look at her differently.
"Humans... Why must one be constrained to a single form?"
"Dr. Mobius, you truly surprise me again and again."
Without concealing his admiration for the person before him, Moros summoned a spectre right in front of Mobius.
He then opened a Demiplane passage only large enough for a human head and took out a small jar known as a Spectre Jar.
"Dr. Mobius, would you be willing to accept my gift?"
Ordering the spectre holding the Spectre Jar to float over to Mobius's side, Moros smiled at her.
Examining the spectre beside her, which radiated a faint chill, as well as the mysterious Spectre Jar in its hands, Mobius's lips curved into a faint smile.
"People often say that every gift bestowed by fate has already had its price secretly marked."
Mobius looked directly into Moros's eyes and asked, word by word,
"What do you want to gain from me?"
"Your knowledge, your mind, your skills, and..."
Gazing into Mobius's gradient-colored eyes, Moros's voice was firm and powerful.
"Your dream."
As an old captain, Moros naturally knew about the strength of Flame-Chaser Warriors.
It would certainly be a lie to say he had never considered the formidable power obtainable through a single Fusion Warrior Surgery.
However, before meeting Mobius, Moros had never considered undergoing Fusion Warrior Surgery.
Surgery meant risk, and even more so, trust in the operating physician.
Clearly, for Moros, entrusting his life to someone he had never met was unrealistic.
More importantly, now that he possessed magic, a towering road capable of reaching the realm of gods, why would Moros walk the rugged little path of becoming a Flame-Chaser Warrior?
But now, things were different.
If he could gain Mobius's assistance, then...
Combining the High-level Vampire Transformation Ritual with Fusion Warrior Surgery to create an entirely new life-transformation ritual surpassing both became possible.
Of course, such deep cooperation was clearly not something suitable to propose during their first meeting.
Therefore, Moros decided to first provide Mobius with some support to demonstrate his sincerity.
He hoped to lay a solid foundation for deeper cooperation in the future through this approach.
"You want me to work for you?"
Turning the Spectre Jar over in her hand, Mobius wore an amused smile.
"My hiring fee is not cheap."
"I do not have such intentions at present."
Facing Mobius's probing gaze, Moros spoke without concealing anything.
"At present, I do not yet have the need or qualifications to hire you. But I hope that someday in the future, when I possess both the qualifications and the need, Dr. Mobius, you will consider my invitation."
Moros's voice was filled with anticipation and confidence for the future.
Possessing a Demiplane and being nearly guaranteed to survive Finality's world-ending disaster, he naturally had the qualifications to say such things.
However, in Mobius's eyes at this moment, that confidence remained open to question.
After all, although the First Herrscher had performed impressively, using It as the standard meant that people of this era could not comprehend the strength of the Herrschers who would descend later.
As for the irresistible Finality, even Mobius, one of the greatest scientists of this era, still had no concrete understanding of it.
Therefore, although she admired Moros's ambition and resolve, Mobius ultimately only chose to accept his gift without giving him a definite answer.
Moros did not mind.
In his view, today's gains had already been rich enough.
As for inviting a wise person like Mobius, someone capable of leading an era, was it not perfectly normal for the first attempt to fail?
Chapter 85: Three Parties
After watching Mobius board the sedan driven by Klein, Moros returned to the hotel's presidential suite.
He had no intention of lingering in that extravagantly luxurious suite. Without the slightest hesitation, Moros walked straight toward the Demiplane passage emitting an eerie blue glow and stepped into it without hesitation.
During his earlier exchange with Mobius, Moros had gained many inspirations.
At this moment, he could not wait to put those valuable ideas into practice and explore new possibilities along the path of magic.
Perhaps those inspirations would not yield many tangible results, but Moros believed that as long as he conducted enough magical experiments, he would eventually gain something.
If nothing else, he would certainly gain plenty of experience points to raise his level.
At Moros's current level, level 25, the experience points gained through meditation alone had already become quite limited.
To further increase his strength, aside from studying the knowledge stored within the Mage Guild, Moros had only two options left: gain kill experience through combat, or conduct magical experiments.
With the monster troops in the Demiplane being harvested batch after batch, and Collapse incidents on Earth not occurring frequently enough, magical experiments had become Moros's best option for gaining experience points.
Thus, although magical experiments consumed enormous amounts of resources, Moros had no complaints.
Just as Moros immersed himself in the ocean of magic, Mobius and Klein also returned to the First Research Institute.
As expected, the Moth to Fire Council had already learned of Mobius's unauthorized actions.
This was hardly surprising.
Given modern society's surveillance capabilities, tracking someone's movements was no difficult task for a powerful and influential organization like Moth to Fire.
However, considering Mobius's outstanding talent, the council members did not reprimand her too harshly. They merely went through the motions by asking about the contents of her exchange with Moros.
Of course, aside from that, the Moth to Fire Council's envoy also routinely informed the First Research Institute that part of its research funding for the next quarter would be deducted as punishment.
However, this held no warning value whatsoever for Mobius.
This was not the first time she had been warned by the Moth to Fire Council. She was already used to it.
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