Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"Guest, please wait."

　As the gentle yet solemn female voice rang out, the vengeful spirits all turned their heads in unison.

　Immediately afterwards, the owner of the female voice gracefully entered their field of vision.

　At the same time, through his spiritual connection with the vengeful spirits, Moros also witnessed this scene.

　She was a beautiful young girl who gave off a strange sense of holiness and radiated a faint maternal glow.

　Her delicate face and long brown hair were lightly veiled by a pure white veil, and her blue eyes were clear and pure, yet carried an indescribable ethereal quality.

　The girl was dressed in a solemn black nun's habit. Although she didn't reveal much skin, she still gave off a sexy vibe.

　And her stunning figure is unforgettable at first glance.

　Aponia!

　Moros's heart skipped a beat, and he recognized the girl's identity.

　At this moment, he was even more convinced that his initial choice of the cemetery camp was wise.

　Like all units in the Necropolis faction, the Wraiths also possess the unit trait of [Undead].

　This characteristic makes them naturally immune to mind-based magic or related abilities.

　While this immunity is not absolute, for Aponia who has not yet undergone the [Fusion Warrior Surgery] and become a Fusion Warrior, this class trait is enough to ensure that the wraiths will not be controlled by the [Discipline].

　Aponia's gaze was as calm as autumn water, gently sweeping over the vengeful spirits without a ripple, yet bringing an indescribable peace to the surroundings.

　In this peaceful atmosphere, the vengeful spirit controlled by Moros spoke.

　“Miss Aponia, it is an honor to meet you here.”

　"You are……"

　A hint of confusion appeared on Aponia's stunningly beautiful face.

　She frowned slightly, clearly surprised by the sight before her.

　To her surprise, she discovered that she was unable to glimpse the threads of fate behind the monster she was communicating with.

　Aponia was born with a special ability: she can clearly see the threads that intertwine people's destinies, threads that guide her to foresee the future and understand people's hearts.

　It is with this ability that she is able to accurately track the traces of vengeful spirits and sense the manipulators behind them.

　However, the monster before them was different.

　In her vision, countless threads extended from behind these translucent monsters, as dazzling as the Milky Way, stretching infinitely towards the sky until they disappeared into the distant unknown.

　Just like all the other ordinary people whose threads of fate she saw.

　But among these intricate threads of fate, one stands out particularly—thick and deep, exuding an extraordinary aura.

　Unlike the other threads, this one did not point towards the sky, but stretched straight into a void where nothing existed.

Chapter 258 Communication with Aponia

　The moment Aponia uttered her question, a playful smile appeared on Moros's face in the Magic Guild.

　Can't she see this reaction...?

　With a deep understanding of the profound wisdom gained from four leaps in life level, the necromancer quickly discerned Aponia's current state of confusion.

　Moros was not surprised that Aponia was unable to see the threads of her own destiny.

　He is currently in the demiplane where the cemetery territory is located.

　If Aponia's abilities could penetrate the dimensional barrier of this extremely special demiplane, she wouldn't have chosen to merge with [Paradise of the Past] in the main storyline, becoming the "destiny" of Paradise.

　It was precisely because of this confidence that Moros was able to confidently allow the vengeful spirits to steal the Thousand Calamities' organizational sample.

　Otherwise, faced with an entity that could look directly at fate and manipulate people's hearts, Moros would rather give up this precious organizational sample than make contact with it.

　Just like the cautious choice he made when he first stepped into Twilight Street.

　Without sufficient ability, approaching someone like Aponia would almost certainly lead to misfortune, given his personality.

　Moros has a clear understanding of himself.

　He understood that as a legitimate necromancer, he was incompatible with Aponia's kindness and light.

　However, with his demigod-level strength, Moros wouldn't show any unusual thoughts on the surface.

　"I am Morros, the master of Australia, New Zealand, and Indonesia, a necromancer."

　After briefly identifying himself, he got straight to the point.

　“Miss Aponia, I’m curious, what exactly made you decide to stop my servants?”

　Upon hearing Moros's question, Aponia was puzzled by the unseen threads of fate behind the vengeful spirit he controlled.

　But her good upbringing led her to first address the question of the self-proclaimed necromancer behind the monster in front of her.

　"Your servant... the threads wrapped around its body are quite different from those of ordinary people, and I wish to know the reason why."

　The girl, dressed in a solemn nun's habit, spoke slowly, her voice as clear as spring water.

　Moros keenly caught the word "it" in the Aponia language, and a slight thought struck him, as if he had realized something.

　Isn't it them...?

　As he silently recited the mantra, a flash of understanding appeared in the necromancer's eyes.

　He realized that he was the special one, and the strange threads of fate entangled on the vengeful spirit were merely an external manifestation of his power.

　This discovery filled Moros with excitement; he felt as if he were seeing a new world, a future full of possibilities.

　He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, his voice revealing an unprecedented confidence.

　"It seems that I too will become an indispensable footnote in the history of this era."

　As Moros finished speaking, Aponia was surprised to find that the threads of fate that had been clearly visible and entangled behind the vengeful spirits had now fallen into a frenzied chaos.

　They intertwine and entangle with each other, forming a complex network that makes it impossible to discern their original paths.

　"Mr. Morros, what is this...?"

　A complex light, a mixture of curiosity and wariness, flickered in Aponia's eyes as she fixed her gaze on the vengeful spirit directly controlled by the necromancer.

　What did I do...?

　She pondered to herself, trying to understand the scene before her.

　Just then, Moros manipulated the vengeful spirits and performed a standard mage's salute to Aponia, a gesture common to spellcasters in the Ashan world.

　“Miss Aponia, thank you so much. You made me realize some things I hadn’t noticed before.”

　Seemingly sensing something, Aponia's eyes became more focused and alert.

　"Mr. Moros, what are you referring to as something that we hadn't noticed before?"

　Aponia asked tentatively.

　She hoped to get more information about the Threads of Fate from this self-proclaimed necromancer.

　After all, this girl who could see the threads of fate had never encountered anything that could change her destiny.

　not a single one!

　including herself.

　Aponia also tried to change the fate of others.

　For example, changing the cause to influence the result, using "precepts" to change people and thus their path, making people isolated individuals to prevent them from influencing each other...

　However, without exception, all her attempts ended in failure.

　What saddened the girl even more was that those whose fates she had manipulated all met even worse ends.

　All these failures made Aponia firmly believe in the inevitability of fate.

　However, the appearance of Moros shattered her belief.

　Right before her eyes, this unknown being who controlled the monster altered the threads of fate, leaving Aponia both confused and delighted.

　She was puzzled by how Moros had done it, but delighted that she might find a new opportunity to break free from the shackles of fate.

　“Miss Aponia, the threads of fate you speak of are not actually unchangeable.”

　"So, Mr. Morros, how did you do that?"

　Aponia pressed on impatiently.

　In her eagerness to get an answer, she even unconsciously took a few steps forward.

　However, Moros avoided answering her questions.

　It was obvious that he had no intention of answering the nun's question.

　Under the necromancer's command, except for the vengeful spirit that served as the medium for communication between the two, the other vengeful spirits silently left the sanatorium with the tissue samples they had collected.

　Upon seeing this, Aponia became a little anxious.

　"Please...tell me."

　Although she was reluctant to use the power of the [Discipline] easily, she ultimately could not give up when faced with the possibility of changing the threads of fate.

　Unfortunately, the development of events disappointed the nun.

　Even though she used the power of the [Discipline] to try to extract an answer from the vengeful spirit, the spirit remained silent and did not give any response.

　For Aponia, who has not yet accepted the [Midoro] gene and become a fusion warrior, vengeful spirits with [undead creature] characteristics are not objects she can control.

　Realizing this, Aponia took a deep breath, trying to calm her impatience and disappointment.

　“Miss Aponia, as a token of my gratitude, I would like to sponsor your sanatorium.”

　After saying that, he casually locked onto the spatial coordinates of the vengeful spirit.

　Immediately afterwards, a [Communication Badge] shimmering with a faint magical glow appeared before Aponia via a teleportation spell, respectfully presented by the wraith.

　Looking at the exquisite and mysterious badge, a strange emotion welled up in the nun's heart.

　"Someone will come later; you just need to show them the [Communication Badge]."

　Having understood the necromancer's meaning, Aponia expressed her sincere gratitude.

Chapter 259, Chapter 258

　Each chapter's development

　Withdrawing his attention from the vengeful spirit, Moros took out a [Communication Badge] marked with the word "Keane".

　After giving a brief explanation, he put the badge back into his storage ring.

　For matters like funding an orphanage-like sanatorium, a necromancer obviously doesn't need to handle it personally.

　This is indeed of great significance to Aponia.

　But for him, it was just a small favor.

　Given the delicate and complex relationship between Moros and the human society on this planet, it would be a good idea if he personally appeared in Twilight Street to provide funding.

　That might not be a good thing for Aponia.

　Therefore, he decided to entrust the matter to his bureaucrats, as this would be a more prudent approach.

　Both being seasoned veterans of the political arena, Morales could rest assured that Keane was handling the matter.

　As it turned out, the necromancer's trust was not misplaced.

　Having grasped the meaning of loyalty to his lord, Keane, with exceptional efficiency and meticulous thinking, devised a comprehensive funding plan.

　He plans to divide the funds supporting the nursing home managed by Aponia into hundreds of small amounts, using a variety of channels and strategies to deliver them silently to her.

　This ensured that the funds flowed accurately into the sanatorium's account while cleverly concealing the subtle connection between Aponia and Moros, thus avoiding unnecessary trouble and attention.

　Moloss gave high praise to the funding plan submitted by Keane.

　He praised Keane's exceptional abilities and meticulous planning without reservation.

　To express his deep appreciation for his work, the necromancer generously bestowed several rich islands in the Timor Sea upon this outstanding member of his bureaucratic system.

　As a demigod-level spellcaster from Ashan, Moros was well aware of the wise saying, "If you want a horse to run fast, you have to feed it enough grass."

　He understood that only by providing sufficient incentives and rewards could he unleash the potential and loyalty of his subordinates, enabling them to dedicate all their efforts to their goals.

　Having settled matters in Aponia, Moros turned his attention back to his previously shelved research into the legendary spell, [Death Avatar].