Therefore, when he stepped out of the long-range portal, the artificial intelligence responsible for managing the research institute displayed no hostility.
On the contrary, it guided the Necromancer toward the laboratory where Dr. Mobius was located with utmost friendliness.
As Moros entered one of the institute's corridors, his gaze caught sight of a young girl with short emerald-green hair.
"Hi, Klein. Long time no see."
The moment Moros spoke, Klein's eyes immediately lit up with surprise and joy.
She hurried forward, unconsciously clasping her hands over her chest as though confirming that what stood before her was real.
"It really is you, Lord Moros! Wonderful, you finally came!"
"Klein, seeing how anxious you are, did Mobius lock herself in the lab again and forget to eat and sleep?"
Moros smiled, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.
"Mm-hmm!"
Klein nodded, her brows filled with worry.
"Yes, Lord Moros. You know that once Dr. Mobius immerses herself in research, she often loses track of time. I'm worried her body won't be able to take it. She's been working continuously for several days and has barely rested properly."
As a fellow Serpent-class Flame-Chaser Warrior, Klein naturally understood deep down that such a workload was actually nothing difficult for Mobius.
However, as someone who understood Mobius, she truly could not bear to watch her doctor throw herself into her work so recklessly.
Yes, although Klein looked delicate and frail enough to be easily knocked over, after undergoing Hypermutation Surgery personally performed by Mobius, her physical abilities had already become—
genuine, undeniable Serpent-class Flame-Chaser Warrior abilities.
It was simply that Klein had never set foot on the smoke-filled battlefield against the Collapse.
Thus, exactly how much potential she could unleash from the body of a Flame-Chaser Warrior, and how much of its power she