Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"Moros, are you free tonight? Would you do me the honor of spending a pleasant dinner with me?"

　When that familiar and melodious female voice came from the [Vengeful Spirit Jar], Moros's lips involuntarily curled up into a smile.

　With a flick of his finger, Vilvie's image appeared clearly before him on the other end of the magical communication.

　This is the result of the necromancer's improvement of her [Wraith Jar] using [alchemy], with Velvi's consent.

　This upgrade enabled communication between the two parties to extend beyond just voice, allowing for real-time image transmission and adding more vividness and realism to their interactions.

　Gazing into the magical communication channel at the girl residing in a luxurious manor on the Australian continent, Moros noticed that her attire today was slightly different from usual.

　This subtle change startled him slightly, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

　This outfit...

　Just as Velvi knew Moros's daily routine intimately, the necromancer was also well aware of the subtle differences between Velvi's eight different personalities.

　【Artificial Collapse Personality (Anti-Kevin Armament - Model 5)】is a personality that only appears when Velvie needs to undergo artificial collapse. Before she underwent the 【Fusion Warrior Surgery】, this personality had not yet been born.

　Now, from the unique aura and clothing style emanating from the girl with pink eyes, Moros keenly sensed that she was different from the other personalities he usually encountered.

　With a look of curiosity and inquiry, he asked.

　"If I may be so bold as to ask, who are you, Vervie?"

　Seemingly uncomfortable with Morros's undisguised scrutiny, Velvi pursed her lips and answered in a melancholy tone.

　"I'm……"

　However, before she could finish speaking, Moros had already given the answer accurately.

　"You are all flavors!"

　The moment the necromancer uttered this answer, Miss Baiwei's face blossomed into a radiant smile, as bright as the spring sunshine, as if all her melancholy had been dispelled by that smile.

　Deeply touched by Miss Baiwei's smile, Moros couldn't help but admire her sincerely.

　"Baiwei, your outfit today is truly eye-catching."

　Miss Baiwei blushed slightly upon hearing such praise.

　She lowered her head shyly and responded softly.

　"Um, thank you for the compliment."

　award."

　Then, she raised her head, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and continued.

　"Moros, regarding my previous invitation..."

　How could Moros possibly refuse when faced with Miss Baiwei's eager and expectant gaze?

　"Of course, I would be happy to participate."

　Upon hearing this answer, Miss Baiwei's face broke into a bright smile once again.

　"Then it's settled. See you at the dinner."

　Miss Baiwei's voice was full of anticipation and joy.

　See you at the dinner party.

　Moros responded with a smile.

　As night falls, the manor is brightly lit.

　Strangely, there wasn't a single guest in this enormous estate, which spanned over a thousand acres, except for Morros and Miss Baiwei.

　Upon closer examination, this makes perfect sense.

　Of all of Vilvie's personalities, apart from the Great Magician, the others don't particularly enjoy crowds and noise.

　At this very moment, even the great magician who enjoys performing magic in front of others probably longs to spend this rare moment of tranquility with her beloved, unwilling to let the outside world disrupt this beautiful moment.

　As the hands of the clock glided leisurely across the face, pointing to the moment the two had agreed upon, a mysterious, dark blue portal quietly opened in the manor's teleportation hall.

　A necromancer dressed in a mage's robe emerged from the slowly rotating portal.

　"You came."

　Miss Baiwei's voice was like a gentle spring breeze, tender and full of anticipation.

　She stood in front of the main entrance of the teleportation hall, smiling as she greeted her lover.

　That smile was like a blooming flower, exuding a captivating fragrance.

　"Of course, I won't miss a single moment with you."

　Moros walked up to Miss Baiwei, his gaze lingering on her with endless tenderness and love.

　He reached out and gently took her hand, which was gloved with white leather. Their fingers intertwined, conveying each other's warmth.

　The two looked at each other and smiled. No words were needed; all their emotions were contained in that smile.

　The necromancer and Miss Baiwei strolled hand in hand along the paths of the manor, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility and beauty.

　The surrounding lights illuminated their figures, as if draping them in a golden halo, making them appear so harmonious and beautiful.

　Inside the restaurant, soft, delicate lighting falls on the gleaming silver tableware, creating a captivating glow.

　The air was filled with the irresistible aroma of food, drawing one in irresistibly into the upcoming culinary feast.

　Miss Baiwei was dressed in an elegant evening gown, her demeanor exuding composure and gentleness.

　She personally pulled out a chair for Moros and spoke softly.

　"Please enjoy the delicious food tonight; it's specially prepared for you."

　As Miss Baiwei finished speaking, the maids moved gracefully between the tables like butterflies, quickly and accurately bringing out one exquisite dish after another.

　Each dish is like a work of art, colorful and with a rich variety of flavors.

　The lush green vegetables looked as if they had just been picked from the garden, fresh and juicy; the meat was cooked to perfection, tender and succulent; and the desserts were sweet but not cloying, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

　These dishes are all masterpieces personally cooked by Miss Baiwei, and then the mysterious scholar casts a spell to ensure that each dish maintains the best taste and temperature when tasted.

　Moros and Miss Baiwei sat facing each other. They raised their glasses and gently clinked them together, producing a crisp and melodious sound, as if setting the stage for this beautiful evening.

　Afterwards, they began to savor the food on the table, enjoying this cozy time together.

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Chapter 268 Dawn and Faith

　The next day, early in the morning.

　Moros opened his sleepy eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

　Despite being a demigod-level spellcaster from Ashan, whose body, having undergone four leaps in life level, could instantly adjust to its optimal state, he chose to immerse himself in this brief moment of tranquility.

　The necromancer just wanted to relax, letting the moist breath of the person beside him gently brush against his cheek, and feeling the soft and warm touch on his arm.

　Turning my head, I saw Vivi's adorable sleeping face.

　A faint blush lingered on her cheeks, making her exceptionally beautiful and captivating in the morning light.

　Somewhat dazed, Moros raised the hand that was not being held by Vilvi and stroked her cheek, enjoying the delicate warmth of her skin against his fingertips.

　Seemingly sensing Moros's touch, Velvi's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

　Then, she slowed down

　She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her lover beside her.

　Good morning, Moros.

　Before Morros could speak, Velvi gave him a sweet smile.

　"Good morning, lecturer."

　Gently stroking Velvi's two-tone hair, Moros lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead.

　"Haven't you kissed enough yet?"

　The lecturer slightly raised her chin and teased her playfully.

　Although that's what she said, her eyes were filled with happiness and anticipation.

　At this moment, she is like a blooming flower, delicate and beautiful, her alluring charm irresistible.

　Seeing Vervie's alluring posture, Moros chuckled and moved his hand that was being held down, watching with great interest as the lecturer's face grew increasingly flushed.

　He only stopped what he was doing when the lecturer, who could no longer bear it, begged for mercy.

　"bad guy!"

　She gently tapped Moros's chest, then touched the spot she had just tapped with a hint of tenderness.

　She gave the necromancer a coquettish glare, but that glare was full of tenderness and affection.

　Then, the lecturer sat up, letting the velvet quilt slip off her body, revealing her back, which was as smooth and delicate as white jade.

　Her hips were perfectly curved, full and firm, her legs were long and shapely, and every inch of her skin radiated an alluring glow.

　The morning light streamed through the cracks in the window, gently bathing her in a golden halo, making her appear even more divine and enchanting.

　Such a beautiful view made Moros marvel once again at his good fortune.

　Winning the favor of Vervière was indeed a great stroke of luck in his life.

　Seemingly sensing the intense gaze behind her, Velvi's body stiffened slightly.

　But she quickly relaxed.

　After all, she and Moros had done far more outrageous things countless times, so it wasn't unacceptable for the lecturer to let him admire her beauty now.

　"Does it look good?"

　Slipping on her brown knee-high boots, Velvi turned gracefully, looking directly at Morros, and began to speak slowly.

　"Ok!"

　The necromancer nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with admiration and affection.

　At the same time, without him making any movement, clothes flew over automatically as if summoned and were put on him.

　Taken aback by Moros's honesty, the lecturer's face broke into a bright smile.

　She walked up to Moros and carefully smoothed out every wrinkle on his collar, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

　"You always manage to surprise me."

　Reaching out, he pulled Vervie into a tight embrace, gazing into her pink eyes, and asked softly.

　"So do you like it?"

　"Ah."

　She nodded gently, her voice filled with sweetness.

　Their eyes met in the air, their feelings for each other needing no words.

　After spending a fulfilling and heartwarming day with each of Virvie's personalities, Moros quietly returned to the magic guild that stood tall in the cemetery territory.

　He knows very well what the wonderful life he has now comes from.

　Without sufficient strength as a support, even with a demiplane as a fallback option, he would never have been able to enjoy such a peaceful and comfortable time.

　That is why, in order not to let this wonderful thing slip away from him, Moros needs to keep working hard and improving his strength.

　For necromancers today, learning new legendary spells is undoubtedly the most direct and effective way to improve their strength.

　Having mastered the powerful legendary spells [Doomsday Judgment] and [Avatar of Death], Moros turned his attention to legendary spells that could enhance survivability.

　You can only contribute if you're alive!

　This is a timeless truth that will never be outdated, regardless of time or place.

　Sitting in the spacious and bright library of the Magic Guild, Moros was immersed in the endless magical knowledge of the Ashan World Cemetery faction.

　He meticulously selected legendary spells that suited his needs. Every ancient book and scroll attracted him like a treasure. The necromancer devoured them, afraid of missing any detail.

　After careful selection, Moros's gaze finally settled on a legendary spellbook called "Protection of the Spider Mother".

　The spells recorded in this book are said to summon the phantom of the Spider Mother, providing the caster with indestructible protection.

　From the cases recorded in the ancient texts, Moros saw the remarkable effects of this spell.