Three Years of Growth and Vill-V's Performance

However, his mother's eyes were equally filled with anger, making his heart sink.

At that moment, the necromancer who had slaughtered over ten thousand living beings in the Demiplane trembled beneath his parents' anger like any child who had done something wrong.

An Exemplar Tier being's mind operated far faster than that of an ordinary human. After a brief consideration, Moros decided to confess part of the truth.

"Well, actually, I can explain..."

"Oh? I'd really like to hear what reason could make you disappear without a trace for an entire day!"

One look at Mr. Frakt's gloomy expression was enough to tell him that if Moros's explanation failed to satisfy him, a beating was inevitable.

"I awakened superpowers!"

As he spoke, Moros manipulated the magic power within him and formed a fireball in his hand.

Although what Moros said sounded like complete nonsense, paired with that blazing fireball, it was exceptionally convincing.

"Um..."

Ignoring his parents, who had frozen on the spot, Moros scratched his head sheepishly.

"Today was the first day after I awakened my superpowers. I was so excited that I hid away and played by myself all day. I didn't expect time to pass so quickly and make you worry so much. I'm really sorry."

Listening to Moros's apology and looking at the fireball before them, Emma and Frakt exchanged a glance. Both saw complicated emotions in the other's eyes.

"Moros, aside from us, have you told anyone else about your awakening?"

After calming his agitated emotions somewhat, Mr. Frakt asked solemnly.

As someone who had weathered countless storms and built up an enormous fortune, he had a profound understanding of the complexity and darkness of human nature.

He knew very well what kind of turmoil and consequences the emergence of a superpowered individual could bring in a society filled with competition and tangled interests.

"No!"

Moros immediately replied with a firm attitude

and not the slightest hesitation.

"I guarantee that aside from Mom and Dad, no one knows about this!"

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

Staring into Moros's eyes, Mr. Frakt spoke with utmost seriousness.

"Don't tell anyone that you've awakened superpowers! Absolutely no one!"

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

Seeing Moros make such a promise, Mr. Frakt, who knew how gifted his son was, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he began considering how to handle what had happened today.

By this point, Mr. Frakt was no longer the insignificant company employee he once had been.

He now held a portion of this small city's power. Though it was all gray, even black, power, it also meant that many people had their eyes on him.

And in order to find Moros today, he had made far too much of a commotion.

If those people discovered Moros's uniqueness...

Shaking his head to cast aside the terrifying thought, Mr. Frakt made his decision.

"Today, you merely stayed out playing too late. You absolutely did not run away from home because you had too much homework."

"Mm, I really did just play too late today. Nothing more!"

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

As for Frakt himself?

He needed to use every connection he had to ensure that his final version of events became the official conclusion to today's incident.

After telling his parents the "fact" that he had awakened superpowers, Moros's freedom increased dramatically.

After ensuring that he had mastered all the necessary knowledge, Mr. Frakt even gave Moros the freedom to choose whether he wanted to continue attending kindergarten.

If this had been before he met Vill-V, Moros would have chosen to leave kindergarten without hesitation.

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

After learning of Moros's decision, Mr. Frakt said nothing more.

However, the bodyguards who followed them to and from school every day made it clear that Mr. Frakt had not done nothing.

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

At kindergarten, they became each other's closest friends and spent a carefree childhood together.

With Moros by her side, Vill-V's inferiority gradually faded, and she began facing the world around her with greater confidence.

Of course, compared to children her own age, Vill-V's introverted personality did not change completely.

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

Therefore, whenever he had free time, Moros would send his consciousness into the Graveyard City within the Demiplane and immerse himself in the magical knowledge contained within the Magic Guild Level 3.

Not only that, in order to improve his strength more effectively, Moros also tried replacing part of his sleeping time with meditation.

It was certainly exhausting, but how could one become strong without paying a price?

Yet such wonderful days were not without their drawbacks.

To prevent his disappearing again from causing unnecessary turmoil, Moros had no choice but to temporarily set aside his plan to clear out the wild monster troops in the Demiplane and seize every adventure building.

Moros knew perfectly well what his decision meant.

But compared with this family that had given him such warm familial love, he was willing to bear the consequences.

At worst, when the Finality destroyed the world, he could hide in the Demiplane. As long as he did not stubbornly court death, he would always survive.

Thinking that, Moros enjoyed his beautiful life even more peacefully.

Three Years of Growth and Vill-V's Performance

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

Over those three years, Moros's level had only risen by one, but on the path of magic, he had taken solid strides forward.

Three years ago, Moros could only cast the spells recorded in his Spellbook by rigidly following the instructions.

At that time, he was essentially just a player who possessed the necromancer class.

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

He could now cast magic freely according to his own will, freed from the Spellbook's constraints.

Take the first-circle Destruction Magic spell Eldritch Arrow as an example.

Three years ago, he could only follow the Spellbook's guidance, select a target by the book, and fire a standard energy arrow.

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

This advancement possessed immeasurable value in actual combat.

Level 13 Moros only had 30 mana points. Even if he used all of them to cast Eldritch Arrow, he could fire at most seven shots.

But now, by cleverly adjusting the amount of mana invested, Moros could cast Eldritch Arrow up to thirty times.

Although these energy arrows, which consumed only 1 mana point, were far less powerful than standard Eldritch Arrows, the difference in power was almost negligible when facing enemies who were not superhumans.

Ordinary people only had a pitiful 2 or 3 points of health.

Therefore, whether it was an energy arrow with 4 points of power or an Eldritch Arrow with 40 points of power, either was lethal to them.

Once they hit their target, the result was unquestionably death.

Under such circumstances, Moros's strength had naturally received an enormous indirect boost.

And this was merely a small milestone in Moros's progress along the path of magic.

Besides deeply studying the three first-circle Battle Spells recorded in his Spellbook, Moros had also successfully taught himself three languages over the past three years through the knowledge contained in the Magic Guild Level 3: the common tongue of Ashan World, Elvish, and Draconic.

Although mastering these three languages could not immediately improve Moros's strength, they were crucial to his future growth.

Many Magic Tomes were written in the languages of Ashan World. If Moros did not understand them, he would be unable to comprehend or learn the magical knowledge contained within.

Mages were different from warriors. They could not solve every problem with muscle alone.

For mages, knowledge was power.

This was also where spellcasters were at their greatest disadvantage compared to martial professionals.

For the sake of their future and growth, spellcasters needed to constantly study and master vast amounts of knowledge, which made their growth cycle relatively long.

Compared with martial professionals, spellcasters had to invest more time and effort in accumulating knowledge and experience in order to continuously improve their magical skills.

In Ashan World, Moros's current reserve of knowledge was only equivalent to that of a novice low-level mage.

That was only because he possessed the enhanced intellect of an Exemplar Tier being.

With an ordinary person's intellect, becoming an outstanding low-level mage in Ashan World would require at least fourteen to fifteen years.

Martial professionals, by comparison, were entirely different.

Provided they had both resources and talent, an ordinary person needed at most one year to become a promising low-level warrior.

However, considering the astonishing upper limit of the spellcaster profession,

if the beings of Ashan World had a choice, they would be more inclined to become spellcasters rather than martial professionals.

Aside from his personal growth in strength, Moros's territory had also undergone earth-shaking changes under the passage of time.

The Graveyard City had now begun to take shape.

The Citadel stood firmly, protecting the vast graveyard grounds.

The towering City Hall looked solemn and mysterious, complementing the surrounding buildings.

The magical runes on the Resource Silo and the Magic Guild Level 3 shimmered with an eerie green light.

On either side of the Graveyard City, the Sepulcher and Haunted Tower faced each other from afar, forming a unique sight steeped in a sinister atmosphere.

Between the two troop recruitment buildings stood the Pillar of Bones, which appeared to be formed from two human skeletons standing back to back.

Together with the series of graveyard faction buildings constructed earlier, the Graveyard City was now only one step away from building a Capitol.

By Moros's estimate, in another month or two, that Magical Building symbolizing the true establishment of a kingdom of death would rise within his territory.

Just as Moros was pondering which graveyard building to construct after finishing the Capitol, a soft, sweet voice rang beside his ear.

"Big Brother Moros, what are you thinking about?"

When he turned around, Vill-V's delicate, doll-like face entered his sight.

"Nothing."

Moros answered with a smile.

"I was only thinking about what your performance today would be like."

Today was the graduation ceremony for Moros's class. He had long heard that the adorable little girl beside him would be putting on a wonderful magic show for everyone.

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

"Please look forward to it! My performance will definitely leave you stunned!"

After saying that, Vill-V pattered away toward backstage on her short little legs.

As the little Magician who was about to take the stage, Vill-V still needed to go backstage to have her makeup done.

Watching Vill-V's excited appearance, Moros could not help but feel warmth in his heart.

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

Now, he sincerely regarded Vill-V as his closest friend.

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

She wore a khaki Magician's outfit, her two-toned long hair drifting lightly as she gracefully stepped onto the stage.

Under the spotlight, she seemed to transform into a true mage, radiating a mysterious and captivating charm.

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

The audience gasped in amazement, completely captivated by her performance.