Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 7

However, his mother's eyes were also filled with rage, which sent a chill down his spine.

At this moment, the Necromancer who had slaughtered thousands in the Demiplane trembled in the face of his parents' anger, just like any naughty child who had made a mistake.

The thought processes of beings at the Paradigm level far surpassed those of normal humans. After a brief deliberation, Moros decided to reveal part of the truth.

"Um, I can actually explain..."

"Oh, I'm very curious. What reason could you possibly have for disappearing for an entire day without a trace!"

Judging by Mr. Frakt's grim expression, if Moros's explanation didn't satisfy him, a beating was inevitable.

"I awakened my superpowers!"

As he spoke, Moros manipulated the magic within his body, conjuring a fireball in his hand.

Although what Moros said sounded like utter nonsense, coupled with the blazing fireball, it carried an extraordinary amount of conviction.

"Um..."

Ignoring his stunned parents, Moros scratched his head sheepishly.

"Today is the first day I awakened my superpowers. I was just too excited, so I hid away and played by myself all day. I didn't realize how quickly time passed and how worried you must have been. I'm truly sorry."

Listening to Moros's apology and looking at the fireball before them, Emma and Frakt exchanged glances, seeing complex emotions in each other's eyes.

"Moros, regarding your awakening, have you told anyone else besides us?"

After calming his excitement, Mr. Frakt asked solemnly.

As a man who had weathered countless storms and built a vast fortune, he possessed a profound understanding of the complexities and darkness of human nature.

He was acutely aware of the ripples and consequences that the emergence of a superpowered individual would cause in a society filled with competition and vested interests.

"No!"

Moros replied immediately, his attitude firm and unwavering.

"I can guarantee that besides Mom and Dad, no one else knows about this!"

"Very good, Moros. You must remember that superpowers are not a game, nor are they something to show off."

Staring into Moros's eyes, Mr. Frakt spoke very seriously.

"Don't tell anyone about awakening your superpowers! Absolutely not!"

"I understand, Dad. I won't tell anyone anything about superpowers!"

Seeing Moros's assurance, Mr. Frakt, who knew how brilliant his son was, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he began to consider how to handle the day's events.

By now, Mr. Frakt was no longer the mere company employee he once was.

He now held a portion of the power in this small city. Although it was all in the gray, even black, areas of power, it meant many people were watching him.

And today, his actions in searching for Moros had been a bit too conspicuous.

What if those people discovered Moros's peculiarity...

Shaking his head to dispel the terrifying thought, Mr. Frakt made a decision.

"Today, you were just out too late playing. It definitely wasn't because you ran away from home due to too much homework."

"Yes, I was indeed out too late today. That's all!"

Moros's answer made Frakt nod in satisfaction. Then, he left the remaining time to the two people he valued most.

As for Frakt himself?

He now needed to leverage all his connections to ensure his final explanation became the definitive conclusion to today's events.

After informing his parents of his "superpower awakening," Moros's freedom increased dramatically.

Ensuring he had mastered all the necessary knowledge, Mr. Frakt even granted Moros the freedom to choose whether or not to continue attending kindergarten.

If it were before meeting Vill-V, Moros would have unhesitatingly chosen to drop out of kindergarten.

However, he now felt that spending his childhood with Vill-V was also a good choice.

Upon learning of Moros's decision, Mr. Frakt didn't say much.

However, the presence of two bodyguards who accompanied them to and from school every day indicated that Mr. Frakt had not been idle.

And so, Moros and Vill-V began their kindergarten life together.

In kindergarten, they became each other's closest friends, spending their carefree childhood days together.

With Moros's companionship, Vill-V's inferiority complex gradually faded, and she began to face the world around her with more confidence.

Of course, compared to children her age, Vill-V's introverted personality hadn't completely changed.

The time spent with Vill-V made Moros feel happy and fulfilled, but he also understood how desperate the future of this era was.

Therefore, whenever he had free time, Moros would immerse his consciousness into the Graveyard City within the Demiplane, delving deep into the magical knowledge contained within the [Magic Guild Level 3].

Not only that, but to better improve his strength, Moros also attempted to replace some of his sleep time with meditation.

It would certainly be difficult, but how could one become strong without paying a price?

However, such wonderful times weren't without their drawbacks.

To prevent his own disappearance from causing unnecessary commotion, Moros had to temporarily set aside his plan to clear out the wild monster troops in the demiplane and occupy all the outdoor structures.

Moros understood very well what his decision meant.

But compared to this home that gave him the warmth of family, he was willing to bear the consequences.

At worst, he could hide in the demiplane when the world ended in destruction. As long as he wasn't reckless, he'd surely survive.

Thinking this, Moros felt even more at ease enjoying his current wonderful life.

Chapter 11: Three Years of Growth and Vill-V's Performance

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three years had quietly passed.

During these three years, although Moros's level had only increased by one, he had taken solid steps on the path of magic.

Three years ago, Moros could only cast the spells recorded in his spellbook by reading them directly.

At that time, he was essentially just a player with the [Necromancer] class.

However, after three years of study and research, Moros was now a genuine necromancer.

He could now break free from the constraints of the spellbook and cast magic freely according to his own will.

Taking the Level 1 Destruction Magic spell, [Eldritch Arrow], as an example.

Three years ago, he could only follow the spellbook's instructions, meticulously select a target, and fire a standard energy arrow.

But now, Moros could flexibly adjust the amount of magic he invested, allowing [Eldritch Arrow] to exhibit different levels of power.

This progress held immeasurable value in actual combat.

Level 13 Moros only had 30 mana points, and even if he used all his mana to cast [Eldritch Arrow], he could only fire it a maximum of 7 times.

But now, by cleverly adjusting the mana input, Moros could cast [Eldritch Arrow] up to 30 times.

Although these energy arrows, which only consumed 1 mana point, were far inferior in power to the standard [Eldritch Arrow], the difference in power was almost negligible when facing enemies who were not transcendent beings.

Ordinary people's life force was only a meager 2 or 3 points.

Therefore, whether it was an energy arrow with 4 power or an [Eldritch Arrow] with 40 power, it was enough to be fatal to them.

Once it hit the target, the result was an unquestionable death.

In such a situation, Moros's strength had naturally been greatly enhanced.

This was just a small milestone in Moros's progress on the path of magic.

In addition to deeply researching the three Level 1 combat spells recorded in his spellbook, during these three years, Moros also successfully self-taught himself the common language of the Ashan World, Elvish, and Draconic, through the knowledge contained within the [Magic Guild Level 3].

Although mastering these three languages did not immediately increase Moros's strength, it played a crucial role in his future growth.

This was because many magic tomes were written in the languages of the Ashan World, and if Moros did not understand these languages, he would be unable to comprehend and learn the magical knowledge within them.

Mages were different from warriors; not everything could be solved by muscles alone.

For mages, knowledge was power.

This was also the weakest point of spellcasters compared to combat classes.

For their future and growth, spellcasters needed to continuously learn and master a vast amount of knowledge, which made their growth cycle relatively long.

Compared to combat classes, spellcasters needed to invest more time and effort to accumulate knowledge and experience in order to continuously improve their magical skills.

In the Ashan World, Moros's current knowledge reserves were only equivalent to those of a low-level mage just starting out.

This was still due to his having the intellectual level elevated by a paragon-tier being.

If it were an ordinary person's intellectual level, it would take at least fourteen to fifteen years to become an excellent low-level mage in the Ashan World.

In contrast, combat classes were completely different.

Given the resources and aptitude, an ordinary person would only need at most one year to become a promising low-level warrior.

However, considering the astonishing career ceiling of spellcasters.

For beings in the Ashan World, if they had a choice, they would prefer to become spellcasters rather than combatants.

In addition to the growth in personal strength, under the power of time, Moros's territory had also undergone earth-shattering changes.

At this moment, the Graveyard city had already taken initial shape.

The [Citadel] stood firm, protecting the vast expanse of the Graveyard.

The towering [City Hall] appeared solemn and mysterious, complementing the surrounding buildings.

The magical runes on the surfaces of the [Resource Silo] and [Magic Guild Level 3] flickered with a greenish glow.

On both sides of the Graveyard city, the [Sepulcher] and the [Haunted Tower] echoed each other, forming a unique landscape filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Between the two troop recruitment buildings was the [Pillar of Bones], which appeared to be formed by two human skeletons embracing each other.

With the addition of the series of Graveyard faction buildings established earlier, the Graveyard city was now just one step away from establishing the [Capitol].

According to Moros's estimation, it would only take another month or two for the magical building, symbolizing the true establishment of his death kingdom, to rise within his territory.

Just as Moros was contemplating which graveyard building to construct after the Capitol, a soft voice sounded in his ear.

"Brother Moros, what are you thinking about?"

He turned his head and saw Vill-V's delicate face, as exquisite as a porcelain doll, before him.

"Nothing,"

Moros replied with a smile.

"I was just wondering what your performance would be like today."

Today was the graduation ceremony for Moros's current batch of students. He had already heard that the adorable little one beside him would be putting on a spectacular magic show.

Moros's answer made Vill-V's eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Please look forward to it. My performance will definitely surprise you!"

With that, Vill-V trotted off towards the backstage on her short legs.

As a young magician who was about to perform on stage, Vill-V needed to go backstage to get ready.

Watching Vill-V's excited demeanor, Moros felt a warmth spread through his heart.

Over their three years together, Moros and Vill-V's friendship had grown ever deeper.

Now, he genuinely considered Vill-V his close friend.

At the graduation ceremony, Vill-V's magic show arrived as scheduled.

She was dressed in a khaki magician's costume, her two-toned hair flowing lightly and elegantly as she walked onto the stage.

Under the spotlight, she seemed to transform into a true sorceress, exuding a mysterious and captivating aura.

Vill-V began her performance. With a gentle wave of her hands, brilliant and colorful magical lights appeared in the air.

The audience was astonished, completely captivated by her act.