Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　He had to stop pretending to be asleep and slowly opened his eyes.

　The next moment, a pair of azure eyes came into his view.

　Bathed in the soft, mysterious light of the magic lamp, the pink fairy's eyes appeared even more sparkling and clear.

　"Ellie..."

　"Hey, did you miss me? No matter when or where, Alicia will always be there to answer your questions~"

　The pink fairy smiled radiantly, her captivating voice like a gentle spring breeze, stirring ripples in Moros's heart.

　He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Alicia's flawless cheek. The touch from his fingertips deepened the necromancer's smile.

　Although they hadn't crossed that final line yesterday, he had experienced everything else.

　It must be said that Alicia truly embodies all the good things in humanity.

　Even though he had experienced the unique charm of Velvi, the feeling that Miss Pink Fairy gave him was still captivating.

　"Ellie, your existence is the most vibrant color in my life."

　Moros's voice was deep and sincere.

　He gazed at Alicia with deep affection, his eyes gleaming with a complex and indescribable light.

　It is an emotion that is interwoven with reflections on the past, appreciation for the present, and expectations for the future.

　He gently and tenderly pulled the pink fairy closer, so close that they could almost hear the resonance of each other's heartbeats.

　Feeling the warmth and intimacy that belonged only to them, Alicia's cheeks flushed again, shy yet charming.

　But she did not back down at all. Instead, she bravely met Moros's gaze, her eyes sparkling with happiness and satisfaction.

　"Moros, me too. Every moment with you makes me feel incredibly happy and fulfilled."

　Alicia's voice was soft yet firm, filled with anticipation and trust for the future.

　He took the pink fairy's hand, and their eyes met again. As they smiled at each other, the tacit understanding and sweetness seemed to transform into a melody flowing in the air, making this morning even more warm and unforgettable.

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Chapter 392 Level 36

　"So, you still want to go back to the Moth of Flame?"

　Sitting leisurely in the Arcane Garden on the upper level of the Magic Guild, Moros sipped his red tea.

　His gaze pierced through the fine tea steam and landed on Alicia's flawless and delicate face.

　"Ah."

　With a slight nod, Alicia's voice was gentle yet filled with unwavering determination.

　"I know that the Fire Moth has its flaws, but it is undeniable that it is indeed an important force in fighting against the Honkai and protecting the world."

　"Ellie, about your decision to have the super-transformation surgery done here."

　A hint of worry was lurking in Morros's words.

　"You should be very clear about the significance behind this action and its potential consequences."

　He gazed intently into Alicia's sapphire-like eyes, a complex emotion flickering within them.

　The necromancer knew that although his intimidation was enough to keep the Firemoth councilors outwardly silent.

　However, Alicia's position and situation within the organization will undoubtedly be put in a rather awkward position due to this bold move.

　Seeing that the pink fairy in front of him remained unmoved, Moros prepared to try to persuade her again with more delicate and subtle words.

　"I……"

　Just as Moros was about to speak again, trying to persuade him in another way, Alicia lightly extended a slender white finger and gently placed it on his lips, stopping him from uttering the words he was about to say.

　Ellie, you still love humans so much...

　Sighing inwardly, Moros knew his persuasion was futile, but he still clung to a sliver of hope, wanting to pave another path for Alicia.

　"If you wish, I can create an organization for you focused on dealing with Honkai disasters, freeing you from the constraints of being a moth drawn to a flame."

　However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Alicia's gentle yet firm "shh".

　She smiled radiantly, her eyes sparkling with boundless hope and determination for the future.

　"I'm so sorry, Moros, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

　The pink fairy's words were filled with gratitude and apology, but even more so with her insistence on her choice.

　"Being a moth drawn to the flame is my choice, for there lie my comrades. No matter how arduous the road ahead, I will choose to fight alongside them until the very end."

　That being said, Alicia still harbored an important reason that she did not voice.

　She is the key link maintaining the delicate and fragile peace between human society and necromancers.

　This identity forced her to choose to remain permanently at the Moth of Fire.

　Without her mediation and buffer, Miss Pink Fairy had no doubt that the rift between necromancers and human society would have widened rapidly, eventually escalating into an unavoidable conflict.

　Even without the threat of collapse, human society will still be heading towards self-destruction in this civil war.

　Of course, given Alicia's intelligence, she wouldn't voice this reason.

　Otherwise, she was really worried that the young man sitting across from her might do something drastic.

　"Ellie, you're really giving me a hard time."

　Slowly setting down his teacup, the necromancer gazed at Alicia with even more tenderness.

　"Okay, I'll respect your choice..."

　"Wow, thank you! I knew you were the best to me!"

　Before she could finish speaking, Alicia had already eagerly thrown herself into his arms.

　Feeling the warmth and affection in his arms, Moros was overwhelmed with indescribable emotions.

　He held Alicia tightly in his arms, as if using his own strength to build a solid defense for her, protecting her from any harm.

　On this planet watched over by the cocoon of the end, in this era destined to be annihilated by the final judgment, beautiful moments are like morning dew, both fleeting and incredibly precious.

　In order for this beautiful moment to last forever, and to protect those he loves, Moros needs to acquire even greater power.

　Therefore, after seeing Alicia off, he once again devoted himself to the study of the legendary spell [Soul Torrent].

　As a demigod-level necromancer, Moros had a clear understanding of his own condition.

　He believed that when he truly mastered this powerful single-target legendary spell, he would gain not only an increase in combat power, but also a profound understanding and accumulation of the essence of the profession.

　This invaluable feedback, coupled with the professional experience accumulated through years of tireless effort, is enough to solidify his reputation.

　The male rank has been raised another level.

　Having set a goal in mind, the necromancer will naturally put it into practice.

　Thanks to his previous accumulation of soul crystals, the rare magical material required to study the legendary spell [Soul Torrent]—the souls of intelligent beings—was nothing more than a piece of cake for him, posing no challenge whatsoever.

　More importantly, he underwent four transformations at different levels of life, resulting in a qualitative leap in his wisdom and insight.

　Under these circumstances, it is perfectly reasonable that Moros's research into the legendary spell "Soul Torrent" is progressing at breakneck speed.

　It must be acknowledged that the study of magic is a long and expensive path.

　It requires not only researchers with exceptional intelligence and unwavering will, but also substantial financial support.

　Purchasing expensive experimental materials, borrowing or copying priceless spellbooks, and maintaining daily necessities with potions and magical artifacts...

　Each of these expenses is enough to deter ordinary people and even businessmen.

　But Morales was different; he had enough financial resources to support his research.

　Moreover, he understands how to trade resources for time and how to achieve higher research efficiency at the cost of greater consumption.

　With the continuous investment of massive resources, each of Moros's attempts and breakthroughs brought him one step closer to mastering legendary spells.

　In just over half a year, he successfully mastered the legendary spell [Soul Torrent].

　This achievement has also brought substantial rewards in his career.

　【Moros】

　【Level: 36】

　[Race: Human]

　[Template: Blue Elite]

　[Class: Necromancer]

　[Racial Talent: Enhanced Learning (Experience Gain Efficiency +20%)]

　[Hero Specialty: Necropolis Lord (Attack and Defense +1 every 3 levels when commanding Necropolis units)]

　Attack: 25 + 12

　[Defense: 67 + 12]

　[Curse Power: 59 + 10]

　[Knowledge: 43]

　【魔力：6450（半神蜕变+1000%，智慧学+50%）（魔力再生：魔力恢复速度+100%）（神秘训练：施法消耗-20%）】

　[Super Magic Skill: Instant Spell Casting]

　[Skill: Logistics (Expert)]

　[Mastery of: Necromancy (High Legendary), Enlightenment (Expert), Dark Magic (Expert), Summoning Magic (Expert), Destruction Magic (Expert), Light Magic (Expert), Sorcery (Expert), Alchemy (High), Potions (Intermediate)]

　【Trait: Spellcasting Demigod (Magic Amplification, Spell Power Amplification)】

　Legendary Spells: Doomsday Judgment, Avatar of Death, Legion's Protection, Soul Torrent

Chapter 393 Su and the Honkai Disease

　Time is the most impartial measure in the universe, treating all things equally.

　Even a demigod, who stands above all living beings, cannot make it stop for even a moment; he can only go with the flow.

　Just as Moros was deeply immersed in the vast abyss of magic and swimming in the ocean of knowledge, on the other side of the earth, on the continent of Europe, thousands of miles away from Australia, a gray-haired, green-eyed youth awoke from his dream.

　The young man slowly opened his slightly sleepy eyes, accompanied by a lazy yawn, as if gently exhaling the fatigue of the night.

　Last night, he stayed up very late again researching cases of Honkai disease, so much so that he unknowingly fell asleep at his desk.

　When he woke up, the morning light dappled his face through the gaps in the curtains, and he could clearly feel the aches and pains in his waist and neck from maintaining a poor sleeping posture for so long.

　When talking about last night, a bizarre dream quietly surfaced in his mind.

　In his dream, he was clad in a technologically advanced exoskeleton armor, transforming into a valiant warrior who engaged in fierce battles against monsters of various shapes and ferocious nature.

　"Ugh."

　With a sigh, the young man stood up and walked towards the washroom.

　"He's not a kid anymore."

　He picked up his toothbrush and began his daily brushing routine, unable to resist making a self-deprecating remark about the strange dream he had just experienced the previous night.

　However, amidst this self-deprecating remark, he couldn't help but think of his close friend, Kevin.

　"However, Kevin would probably really enjoy that kind of life."

　Several years ago, a disaster occurred in Changkong City.

　The entire city was wiped out in that disaster.

　His friend, Kevin, was in high school in Changkong City at the time.

　He disappeared after the disaster.

　To this day, the government has still not released the cause of the disaster.

　Although various versions of speculation and rumors circulate among the public, for a surgeon who has made outstanding achievements in the medical field, these rumors are nothing more than entertainment during leisure time and should not be taken seriously.

　However, shortly after the disaster in Changkong City, a strange and inexplicable disease began to break out on a large scale around the world.

　[Honkai disease].

　The patient developed purple streaks all over his body, his organ functions deteriorated, and he eventually died.