Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Then, Moros stepped forward alone, placed his fingers on the wooden door, and gently pushed it open.

　As the wooden door opened, a warm and elegant atmosphere wafted out, and the scene before him moved him deeply.

　Eden sat there quietly, her figure appearing even more graceful and noble under the soft light. Every subtle movement and every fleeting glance seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by nature, exuding a breathtaking charm.

　"Eden."

　As he softly called her name, a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on Moros's lips.

　"You're here! I've already ordered the restaurant's signature dishes for you. I hope you like them. Of course, if there's anything else you'd like to try, or if you have any special requests, please let me know."

　Eden's voice was equally gentle and full of care.

　She looked at Moros, her eyes sparkling with understanding and familiarity towards the young man in his magnificent mage robes.

　Before Moros arrived, Eden had already made careful preparations.

　Knowing Morales's preferences and tastes well, she specially selected the restaurant's signature dishes, hoping to give him an unforgettable dining experience.

　This thoughtfulness and attentiveness is something that only Alicia and Moros can enjoy.

　"Eden, your arrangements are always so thoughtful."

　Moros sincerely praised Eden's arrangements.

　At the same time, he very naturally pulled out the chair opposite Eden and sat down, his gaze gently falling on this most outstanding artist in the class.

　"Moros".

　Raising his wine glass and taking a small sip of the bright red liquid, Eden cut straight to the point without much small talk.

　"I invited you here because there are some important things I want to discuss with you."

　Her tone revealed a hint of seriousness and expectation, causing Moros to involuntarily straighten his posture, ready to listen to every word she said.

　"Moros, I'm planning to cancel my plans to expand into the entertainment industry."

　Eden's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly making Moros's eyes widen in surprise and profundity.

　He almost blurted out the question, but reason told him that Eden had more to say.

　"You don't need to comfort me, I've already made up my mind."

　Seemingly seeing through Moros's thoughts, she gently shook her head and continued.

　"Now, my singing can no longer bring hope to the people of this era."

　At this point, Eden's ever-present confident smile faded slightly, replaced by an indescribable, subtle sense of powerlessness.

　Eden's wisdom and vision were undeniable in making him a symbolic figure of his era.

　She has already foreseen that future where "entertainment will eventually die."

　If people can't even guarantee their most basic survival needs, how can they possibly have enough leisure and mood to pursue luxurious spiritual enjoyment—entertainment?

　After hearing Eden's explanation and understanding her thoughts, Mo...

　A complex mix of emotions welled up in Los's heart.

　His memories as the old captain in his previous life told him that Eden's guess was correct.

　After the seventh Great Collapse, the shadow of the Collapse disaster will spread rapidly at an alarming geometric rate.

　Even if the moths chase the flame with all their might, they cannot stop the violent upheaval and disintegration of the existing order in human society.

　When the ninth Great Collapse occurred, and the Herrscher of Rock released an artificial black hole that swallowed the continent of Mu, humanity had to give up all its former prosperity and enjoyment in order to survive.

　At that time, entertainment, once a source of spiritual comfort, will lose its former allure and become an unattainable luxury.

　However, even though he had rationally accepted this irreversible fact, whenever his illusions were shattered and he realized that he would never be able to experience Eden's concert live again, a faint sadness would still rise in his heart.

　After a moment of contemplation, Moros slowly spoke.

　“Eden, my territory is enough to provide you with a safe haven, so that your song may continue to resonate in the hearts of those who need it.”

　The necromancer's voice carried a hint of pleading and insistence.

　He hopes to do his best to preserve a sense of warmth and hope for this singer of our time.

　Even under the shadow of the apocalypse.

　Upon hearing this, a gentle light flashed in Eden's eyes.

　She put down her cutlery and looked intently at Moros, her eyes filled with both gratitude and relief.

　"Moros, I feel your kindness, it's really heartwarming."

　She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly.

　"But do you know what? My decision wasn't made on a whim, but after careful consideration. I believe that even if the era of entertainment eventually comes to an end, the power of art will never disappear. It just may exist in another form and continue to illuminate people's hearts."

　She paused, seemingly gathering her thoughts, before continuing.

　"In fact, I have already discussed this with Alicia and decided to join the Fire Moth and become one of them."

　Moros frowned upon hearing Eden's words.

　But in the end, he decided to support Eden's choice.

　"I support you. Please tell me what help you need. My territory and my resources are ready to serve you."

Chapter 381 The Moth's Reaction

　Moros already had a general idea of ​​what Eden's decision to join the Firemoth was.

　On one hand, Alicia works for the Fire Moth.

　Given her deep and sincere friendship with Eden, it's understandable that this beautiful older sister with long, wine-red hair and a gentle, charming demeanor would choose to work with the pink fairy.

　On the other hand, looking across the entire planet, only the Fire Moths raise the banner of resistance against the Honkai.

　Having witnessed firsthand the horror and despair brought about by the Honkai, Eden hopes to bring real change and hope to the world through his actions.

　Indeed, if measured solely by the number of Herrschers annihilated, the necromancer's record is undoubtedly brilliant, far surpassing that of the Fire-Chasing Moth.

　However, when it comes to matters concerning the well-being of the people and dealing with ordinary collapse disasters that are more common and directly affect people's lives, even Moros himself has to admit that the Fire Moths are the absolute main force.

　Moros is a standard evil-aligned graveyard spellcaster.

　In his spare time, he either improved himself or spent time with Vervi and the others.

　This pursuit of greater strength, coupled with his cherishing of beautiful emotions, leads him to prefer delegating the tedious tasks of dealing with routine collapses and disasters to his bureaucratic system.

　It is well known that the bureaucratic system’s “talent” for concealment and delay is almost innate and requires no instruction.

　When faced with a collapse, the bureaucrats who manage the territory for the necromancers often choose to conceal it for various reasons.

　They were well aware that reporting meant more responsibility and potential risks.

　Therefore, whenever faced with disruptive challenges beyond their capabilities, these bureaucrats demonstrate exceptional interpersonal skills, weaving various seemingly reasonable but actually irresponsible reasons and excuses to delay or completely avoid timely handling of the events.

　Their aim is simply to leave these thorny issues to time, or to hope that other factors will unexpectedly resolve the crisis.

　Moros was well aware of how bureaucrats handled such matters.

　Without the cooperation of the undead forces stationed in various places, the limited private armies of the bureaucrats are simply unable to effectively deal with the increasingly frequent Honkai disasters.

　Since the undead army has been deployed, don't expect the necromancer to be unaware of it.

　However, Moros showed unexpected tolerance in the face of all this.

　In his view, as long as the bureaucrats could maintain the basic stability of the territory and ensure that taxes were collected on time and in full, their petty actions were tolerable.

　It was precisely because he clearly understood the bureaucratic system under his command was ineffective in handling the collapse...

　No matter how abstract the event was, when Eden expressed her desire to join the Firemoth, the necromancer only frowned slightly before making the decision to support her.

　The moment he gained Moros's support, Eden's golden eyes shone with a dazzling light of joy.

　Just as the necromancer cherished the deep bond between them, Eden, the singer who carried the melodies of the era, also regarded this connection as an irreplaceable treasure in her life.

　She rose gracefully, walked lightly toward Moros, and personally poured him a glass of red wine.

　"Thank you, Morros. Your understanding and support mean a lot to me."

　"Given our relationship, there's no need for excessive formalities."

　After speaking, the necromancer raised his goblet and saluted Eden.

　"Ah."

　With a soft chuckle, Eden also raised his glass, gently clinking it against Moros's, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

　The red wine swirls in the glass like a dancing sprite, offering the most beautiful ode to this profound friendship and understanding.

　At this moment, time seemed to be imbued with magic, becoming slow and long.

　The noise and disturbances of the outside world are kept out of this warm and peaceful atmosphere.

　Only the necromancer and the singer of the era remained, their hearts intertwined, sharing the warmth and peace they received from each other.

　Just as Eden and Moros were enjoying a cozy dinner, a disturbance caused by Alicia caused a huge uproar within the Firemoth Council.

　Her proposal to have Eden join the Firemoth was like a boulder thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly creating waves of shock and reverberating through the hearts of every Firemoth member of parliament.

　This is Eden!

　A singer who shines like starlight and glitters like gold!

　A symbol of the pinnacle of art of our time!

　What's even more remarkable is that Eden not only possesses extraordinary talent and charm, but also astonishing wealth.

　In contrast, the Fire Moth, a behemoth bearing the heavy responsibility of protecting the world, is facing a severe shortage of funds.

　Despite the increasing annual funding from the United Nations, this amount remains insignificant for the large and complex organization that is the Fire Moth, making it difficult to support the enormous expenses of its daily operations and demanding missions.

　The reason behind this is actually not hard to understand.

　Due to the existence of the poisonous pupa unit, the internal supervision mechanism of the Fire Moth is practically non-existent, existing mainly only as words on paper.

　What makes things more complicated is that a complex network of interests has been established between legislators and middle-level managers.

　The existence of this network of relationships makes the flow of funds complex and chaotic, no longer a simple financial operation, but a battlefield where various forces compete for dominance.

　Various forms of exploitation and plundering have emerged, eroding the organization's valuable resources that should be used for development and mission.

　In such an environment, funds that are truly used for organizational development and task execution naturally become extremely scarce.

　Eden's involvement is like a timely rain, bringing significant relief and improvement to this predicament.

　The members of the Moth of Fire's Council did not expect Eden to be a hero on the battlefield.

　They deeply understood that Eden's value lay in its intangible riches.

　Her vast economic resources, extensive social influence, and her connection with Morales.

　These will all become indispensable aids to the development of the Fire-Chasing Moth.

　As seasoned politicians, the members of the Moth of Fire Council were keenly aware of the relationship between Eden and Morros.

　They understood that any action that might jeopardize Eden's security could have unpredictable consequences.

　Especially considering the power and uncontrollability of necromancers.

　Therefore, the members of the Firemoth Council reached a consensus—the safety of Eden must be ensured, and any actions that might provoke the necromancer must be avoided.

　Fortunately, the Fire-Chasing Moth did not fall into a predicament of lacking combat effectiveness.

　With Kevin successfully undergoing the super-transformation surgery and transforming into a fusion warrior, the organization now possesses a powerful super soldier.

　Although MP Vincent had some reservations, this did not dampen the overall enthusiasm of the Moth Chaser Parliament.

　Therefore, the Firemoth Council approved Eden's proposal to join the fold without hesitation.

Chapter 382 A New Chapter for the Fire-Chasing Moth

　As Moros personally escorted Eden to Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, 20 kilometers west of Jakarta, and as she was about to board the transport plane belonging to the Moth of Fire, which Alicia had personally greeted, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

　He was both pleased that Eden had found her own way and deeply saddened by her departure.

　Soekarno-Hatta International Airport, as Indonesia's shining jewel facing the world, is always bustling with activity.

　But today, an unusual tranquility hangs over this international hub in Southeast Asia.

　Under the will of the necromancer,

　The airport was temporarily closed and all flights were suspended, all to ensure Eden's absolute safety during his trip.