After all, this World Bubble would soon submit beneath his staff.
Since that was the case, why would Moros need to go out of his way to hide himself?
Getting back to the matter at hand, he merely waved a hand, and a magical hand condensed from force fields effortlessly drew the Herrscher Core of Flames before him.
A Herrscher Core was the most valuable thing on a Herrscher's body. Naturally, an undead wizard would not let it go.
Moreover, he was curious to investigate exactly what differences existed between the Herrscher Cores produced in this World Bubble and those produced in the material universe (sensitive word).
However, such research was clearly not Moros's top priority at the moment.
Thus, after properly storing the Herrscher Core of Flames in his Storage Ring, he directly opened a portal leading to Elysia's private box.
Of course, to prevent those tactless fools from disturbing his private time with the Pink Fairy Lady, the undead wizard still cast a cold glance at the watching eyes before stepping through the portal, including the military satellites floating in synchronous orbit above the planet, as though silently warning them—do not disturb.
Moros held nothing but utter contempt for the reactions of those in power who controlled the course of human civilization within this World Bubble.
Why had he
tirelessly pursued the pinnacle of power?
Was it not to break free of all restraints, achieve true freedom, and walk the world as he pleased?
Now that he possessed supreme power enough to conquer the entire world, why would the undead wizard care about the thoughts and actions of those ant-like, insignificant beings in his eyes—lives he could erase with ease?
Accompanied by the subtle spatial ripples caused by the teleportation spell, Moros's figure abruptly vanished from where he