Necromancer, but Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 49

Hearing Moros's question, Mobius's pupils contracted sharply.

She clearly realized that while this meeting with Moros carried immense risk, it was an extremely correct choice.

It seems this little white mouse has a lot of interesting knowledge~

Thinking this, Mobius replied.

"I don't know much about these two life forms that only exist in fantasy, but if you're willing to listen, I'm happy to share my thoughts."

Sharply catching Mobius's emphasis on the word "fantasy," Moros's lips curved upwards into a slight smile.

"Of course, I'm very eager to hear your thoughts, Dr. Mobius."

Before Mobius could speak, Moros made a suggestion.

"But before that, perhaps we could sit down and talk slowly?"

After a moment's consideration of Moros's invitation, Mobius nodded elegantly, agreeing.

Thus, the two found adjacent sofas in the lounge area on one side of the lobby and sat down.

Although the surrounding people cast curious glances from time to time, neither of them paid any mind, focusing only on their conversation.

Of course, to ensure the safety of their conversation and prevent any sensitive dialogue from being overheard by outsiders, Moros cast a magical barrier modified from the Level 3 Dark Magic spell, Mind Control.

This barrier was similar to Dispelling the Idle or the Muggle-Repelling Charm, effectively ensuring the privacy of their talk.

"What you just cast..."

Mobius's gaze was fixed on Moros's hand gestures as he completed the spell, her face showing a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

She lightly mimicked Moros's casting gestures and then asked.

"Is this a superpower? Or magic? Or perhaps a new application of Collapse Energy?"

"As you said, Dr. Mobius, a small application of the Level 3 Dark Magic Mind Control, nothing worth mentioning."

Moros humbly answered the question of the green-haired beautiful snake woman before him.

Following that, he explained the effect of the magical barrier to Mobius in detail.

Mobius listened intently, her eyes sparkling with deep interest in the supernatural ability of magic.

It was as if she saw a completely new world opening its doors to her, waiting for her exploration.

"You're telling me about your abilities so directly, aren't you afraid I'll leak them?"

After hearing Moros's explanation, Mobius leaned back on the soft leather sofa, crossed her arms, and asked curiously.

"You're not that naive, are you?"

Having reviewed the information on Moros within the Moth to Fire database, Mobius knew very well that the boy before her, who appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, possessed terrifying strength beyond imagination.

It was power sufficient to confront the regular army of the Mu Continent head-on, and it was the core reason she had come here to meet him.

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Chapter 84: A Conversation with Mobius

In response to Mobius's question, Moros slightly curled his lips and retorted with a hint of confidence.

"Would you?"

Mobius stared into Moros's eyes, as if trying to see through his thoughts.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"It seems you know me very well."

"I don't know much, but I believe my magic can help you go further on your ideal path."

Moros believed that with Mobius's understanding of the Moth to Fire's higher-ups, after personally witnessing this supernatural power of magic, which she had never encountered before, she would not leak the content of their conversation to the Moth to Fire Council.

"Of course, I might misjudge things."

However, Moros wouldn't place all his hopes on others, not even Mobius.

Therefore, he added in a chilling voice.

"Only

But if that time comes, I certainly won't be the one regretting my wrong decision."

Recalling the information about Moros in the Moth to Fire database, Mobius knew that the boy's words at this moment were not mere empty talk.

"You really do know me."

Giving Moros a deep look, Mobius began to share her thoughts on the life forms of vampires and liches.

"Vampires, originating from folklore in the Balkan Peninsula and Eastern Europe, refer to reanimated corpses that crawl out of graves to drink human blood in these legends..."

Listening intently to Mobius's narration, Moros's eyes sparkled.

Although Mobius's lack of understanding of magic led to some inaccuracies in her views, this did not diminish her value as a thinker and explorer.

On the contrary, through Mobius's narrative, Moros discovered many things he had previously overlooked.

Her unique perspective and way of thinking opened a door to a new world for him.

That was a world called science, a world Moros had willingly abandoned to focus on his magical studies.

Therefore, as Mobius enthusiastically explained her ideas, Moros didn't rush to correct her mistakes. Instead, he took out a notebook and began diligently recording Mobius's views on the two life forms: vampires and liches.

Mobius, in the midst of elaborating on her thoughts, naturally saw the notebook and quill pen appear out of thin air. However, having prepared herself mentally, her pupils contracted slightly, but she showed no other outward reaction.

When Mobius finished her explanation, she stared into Moros's eyes and asked a question that cut straight to the heart of the matter.

"So, are you planning to become a vampire, or a lich?"

With Mobius's intellect, she wouldn't dismiss Moros's questions about vampires and liches as mere tests.

Combining the magic Moros had displayed before her and letting her thoughts wander, Mobius could see that his intentions were quite reasonable.

"Dr. Mobius, which life form do you think is better: humans or vampires?"

"Heh."

Mobius chuckled behind her hand, giving Moros an answer that made him look at her with surprise.

"Humans... why must one be confined to a single form?"

"Dr. Mobius, you truly surprise me time and time again."

Without hiding his admiration for the person before him, Moros summoned a spectre right in front of Mobius.

Immediately after, he opened a demiplane passage only large enough for a head and retrieved a small jar called the [Spectre Jar].

"Dr. Mobius, would you be willing to accept my gift?"

Commanding the spectre holding the [Spectre Jar] to float to Mobius's side, Moros looked at her with a smile.

Sizing up the spectre emitting a faint chill and the mysterious [Spectre Jar] in its hand, a smile played on Mobius's lips.

"People often say: every gift that fate bestows has already been secretly marked with a price."

Mobius met Moros's gaze directly and asked, word by word.

"What do you want to get from me?"

"Your knowledge, your intellect, your techniques, and..."

Gazing at Mobius's gradient pupils, Moros's voice was firm and powerful.

"Your dreams."

As a veteran captain, Moros was certainly aware of the power of the Flame-Chasers.

To say he had no interest in this formidable strength, obtainable through a single [Fusion Warrior Surgery], would be a lie.

However, before meeting Mobius, Moros hadn't considered undergoing the [Fusion Warrior Surgery].

Surgery meant risk, and more importantly, it meant trust in the surgeon.

Clearly, for Moros, entrusting his life to someone he had never met was unrealistic.

More importantly, since he already had magic, a direct path to divinity, why would Moros choose the arduous path of a Fusion Warrior?

But now, the situation was different.

If he could gain Mobius's assistance, then...

Combining the [High-level Vampire Transformation Ritual] with the [Fusion Warrior Surgery] to create a new life transformation ritual that surpassed both became a possibility.

Of course, such a deep collaboration was clearly not suitable for a first meeting.

Therefore, Moros decided to offer Mobius some support first, to demonstrate his sincerity.

He hoped to lay a solid foundation for future in-depth cooperation through this method.

"You want me to work for you?"

Holding the [Spectre Jar] and playing with it, a playful smile appeared on Mobius's face.

"Hiring me isn't cheap."

"I don't have that intention at the moment."

Meeting Mobius's probing gaze, Moros replied without any concealment.

"Currently, I don't have the need or the qualifications to hire you, but I hope that one day, when I possess such qualifications and needs, Dr. Mobius will consider my invitation."

Moros's voice was filled with anticipation and confidence for the future.

Possessing a demiplane, which could almost guarantee survival through the final world-ending event, Moros certainly had the right to say such things.

However, in Mobius's eyes at that moment, this confidence was debatable.

After all, while the first Herrscher's performance was outstanding, by her standards, people of this era would not understand the power of the Herrschers who would descend later.

As for the unstoppable Finality, even Mobius, the most brilliant scientist of this era, had no concrete concept of it yet.

Therefore, although she admired Moros's ambition and determination, Mobius ultimately chose to accept Moros's gift without giving a definitive answer.

Moros, however, was not bothered by this.

In his opinion, the harvest today was already rich enough.

Inviting a wise person like Mobius, someone who could lead an era, failing on the first attempt isn't that normal?

Chapter 85: Three Parties

After watching Mobius get into the car driven by Klein, Moros returned to the hotel's presidential suite.

He had no intention of staying long in this extremely luxurious suite. Without any hesitation, Moros walked directly towards the demiplane portal emitting a faint blue light and stepped into it without looking back.

During his previous conversation with Mobius, Moros had gained a lot of inspiration.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to put these valuable ideas into practice and explore new possibilities on the path of magic.

Even if these inspirations didn't yield much substantial results, Moros believed that as long as he conducted enough magic experiments, he would eventually gain something.

If nothing else, he would definitely gain plenty of experience points to level up.

At Moros's current level (Level 25), the experience points gained from simple meditation had become quite limited.

To further enhance his strength, besides studying the knowledge stored in the Mage Guild, Moros only had two options: either gain combat experience through fighting, or conduct magic experiments.

With the monsters in the demiplane being repeatedly harvested and the Collapse events on Earth not happening frequently enough, conducting magic experiments had become Moros's best option for gaining experience points.

Therefore, even though magic experiments required a large amount of resources, Moros had no complaints about it.

While Moros was immersed in the ocean of magic, Mobius and Klein also returned to the First Research Institute.

As expected, the Moth to Fire council already knew about Mobius's unauthorized actions.

This was not surprising.

With the surveillance capabilities of modern society, it was not difficult for the powerful Moth to Fire to track someone's whereabouts.

However, given Mobius's exceptional talent, the council members did not scold her excessively, merely asking about the content of her exchange with Moros as a formality.

Of course, in addition to this part, the envoy from the Moth to Fire council also notified the First Research Institute, as per custom, that a portion of the research funding for the next quarter would be deducted as a form of punishment.

But this held no warning significance for Mobius at all.

It wasn't the first time she had been warned by the Moth to Fire council; she was already used to it.