Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　What he wanted was to cleanly and decisively eliminate all the powerful and influential people involved in this matter, under the sunlight and in the eyes of everyone.

　Only in this way can those high-ranking officials truly feel fear and understand the high price they will have to pay for their mistakes.

　With Moros's perceptive abilities, he easily detected the subtle movement of the surrounding crowd of onlookers scattering in fear.

　But as mentioned before, the necromancer doesn't care about these people.

　He remained calm and continued to question the dean, whose mind was controlled by dark magic.

　The pen tip, generated by magical power, danced across the paper, recording one name after another that was enough to make Illinois, and even the entire North American continent, tremble.

　A business empire tycoon, a leader of a conglomerate family, a powerful figure in the highest levels of government, a decision-maker in the Senate...

　Behind each name lies a little-known dark history and heinous crimes.

　As these prominent figures were revealed one by one to the light of day, Moros's questioning quietly entered a more in-depth phase.

　He knew all too well that behind any grand conspiracy, there was always the instigation of countless ordinary people.

　Therefore, after acquiring information about those important figures, he began to turn his attention to those seemingly insignificant minor characters.

　Whether they are the security guards who stand guard at the entrance of the dark underground research institute, turning a blind eye to the evil, or the brokers who hide behind the scenes, using cunning methods to move between various forces and facilitate evil transactions, as long as they have been involved in this human experimentation, they are destined to be unable to escape Moros's pursuit.

　Under the unfathomable magical power of the necromancer, the dean being questioned was unable to utter a single lie.

　As the last name escaped from the dean's trembling lips, Moros moved the inquiry into its third phase.

　"Tell me, why did you conduct such cruel human experiments on Gretchen?"

　The necromancer's words revealed an undisguised curiosity and indignation.

　If this happened after the Eighth Great Collapse, he wouldn't have any doubts about it.

　After all, the research value of fusion warriors is beyond doubt.

　Especially for young fusion warriors like Gretchen, their potential scientific research value is immeasurable, enough to drive any researcher crazy.

　But right now, Gretchen is just an ordinary young girl, and her scientific research value is not yet that high.

　So what force drove these scumbags to extend their greedy claws to this innocent child?

　Admittedly, as the child of the fusion warrior Scar, she does possess research value far exceeding that of normal children, but this value is clearly not enough to justify their willingness to defy the world and take such a risk.

　There are people who do business that will get them killed, but no one does business that will lose money.

　“Gresh…her identity has immeasurable value.”

　Under the control of the Puppet Master, the Dean was unable to resist the spellcaster's will and answered mechanically.

　“Once we successfully brainwash her, she will become a valuable assistant in stealing Dr. Mebius’s research findings. Moreover, she may even become a window for us to peek into the deep secrets of necromancers.”

　After hearing these confessions and understanding their true motives for harming Gretchen, Moros's anger burned even more fiercely.

　So, when the dean's parched throat could no longer utter a single valuable piece of information, he coldly announced the end of the interrogation.

　"Okay, you're useless now."

　With the necromancer's cold declaration, a dazzling yet deadly blue-purple energy arrow pierced the air, precisely striking the dean's chest and ending his sinful life.

　However, this is not the end, but the beginning of another story.

　As the power of death surged, necromancy quietly blossomed, granting the recently deceased headmaster the form of a vengeful spirit, allowing him to stand once again in the world in a twisted and venomous manner.

　However, this was not a sign of pity or grace, but a severe punishment for his crimes during his lifetime, the beginning of endless pain and torment.

　"Go, kill all your family and friends."

　Moros's voice was cold and firm as he issued a ruthless command to the newborn vengeful spirit.

　In creating this vengeful spirit, the necromancer deliberately employed superb necromancy techniques to ensure that the dean's sanity was preserved.

　Given his mastery of high-level legendary necromancy, it was only natural that he could achieve this.

　However, it was precisely this preserved sanity that caused the vengeful spirit's face to twist madly the moment it received the command.

　Its eyes flickered with complex emotions—fear, anger, resentment, and a deep despair for the impending slaughter.

　But as an undead creature created by the necromancer himself, it could not defy the supreme will of its creator and could only let out a mournful howl.

　Then, the vengeful spirit transformed into a streak of black light, silently merging into the sky and embarking on its irreversible path of revenge.

　It will carry out the most cruel task according to Moros's will, personally ending the lives that were once closely connected with it.

　All of this is the most direct punishment and retribution for the crimes committed by the dean during his lifetime.

Chapter 405 Liquidation - Part 1

　After finishing his business with the director of this private hospital, Morlos's gaze swept over the list of prominent names that were influential in North America and even the world, and a cold and resolute smile appeared on his lips.

　“Senator Elroy, Senator Marshall, Senator McPherson… Ha, what a bunch of big shots standing at the pinnacle of power…”

　Muttering to himself, Moros suddenly waved the [Netherworld Staff] in his hand, which emitted a faint fluorescent green light, opening a short-range teleportation portal to the underground research center.

　He had not forgotten that within the underground research center, there were many individuals directly connected to this matter who had yet to receive due punishment.

　"No matter who you are, since you dare to meddle in this forbidden matter, don't even think about escaping with your lives!"

　Then, the necromancer resolutely stepped into the portal.

　His figure gradually blurred in the dazzling magical light, eventually merging completely into the light and disappearing without a trace.

　Only the spatial fluctuations generated by the teleportation spell began to slowly spread throughout the parking lot.

　They silently tell of the impending storm and reckoning.

　Chicago, Illinois.

　Night falls, like a heavy velvet curtain, tightly enveloping the city, making all light and warmth seem unattainable.

　In the northern part of the city, in an affluent area where prosperity and tranquility intertwine, an elegant yet somewhat lonely villa is where an unimaginable and terrifying tragedy is slowly unfolding.

　Under the night sky, the Dean's vengeful spirit, transformed by Moros using necromancy while retaining his consciousness, floated in the void like a puppet tightly bound by invisible shackles, forced to obey the necromancer's cold and ruthless commands.

　In its eyes, a ghostly green light flickered, a flame of resentment and despair emanating from the depths of its soul.

　Unfortunately, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not disobey the Creator's command.

　Inside the villa, the dean's family was immersed in the gentle embrace of the night, completely unaware of the impending disaster.

　Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the hall, bringing with it an ominous atmosphere.

　Guided by this ominous wind, the vengeful spirit of the headmaster silently penetrated the thick walls of the villa, descending like a ghost into this family that was once filled with laughter and joy, but is now about to become a living hell.

　When its second son awoke from his dream and looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, astonishment and fear instantly filled his face.

　That was his beloved father, the dean he remembered, but now he stood before him in a terrifying and unfamiliar manner.

　A vengeful spirit resurrected by the magic of death.

　"Dad? Is this...is this a dream?"

　The dean's second son asked in a trembling voice, trying to grasp at a sliver of hope of escaping reality.

　But all that responded to him was the ever-approaching coldness and the endless despair in the eyes of the dean's vengeful spirit.

　The carnage began at that moment.

　The dean's vengeful spirit's fingers transformed into sharp blades, easily piercing through the body of his own flesh and blood.

　The blood, like a blooming flower of evil, stained the floor a shocking red, utterly shattering the tranquility of the night.

　Hearing her second son's heart-wrenching wails, the dean's wife was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep, and an ominous premonition instantly surged into her heart.

　She sat up. It was pitch black all around, except for the faint cries coming from her second son's room, which sounded like sharp blades cutting through the silence of the night.

　"John! My darling, what's wrong?"

　She called out her second son's name anxiously, her voice trembling with barely concealed unease.

　However, all that answered her was her second son's even more piercing and desperate cries, and the ever-growing aura of death.

　The dean's wife didn't bother to get dressed properly; she just threw on her pajamas haphazardly and staggered toward her second son's room.

　Her heart was filled with an ominous premonition, a deep-seated fear that made her almost able to foresee the horrific scene that was about to unfold before her eyes.

　She felt as if she were walking step by step into an endless abyss, and at the end of that abyss lay the most terrible nightmare of her life.

　When she pushed open the door with all her might, the scene before her instantly shattered all her psychological defenses.

　The second son lay helplessly in a pool of blood, his once vibrant eyes now wide open, his face filled with disbelief and extreme fear.

　The dean's vengeful spirit hovered in mid-air, its eerie green eyes like two bottomless vortexes, devouring all the light and hope around it.

　"No! This is impossible!"

　The dean's wife screamed as she desperately lunged at the terrifying figure, trying to stop the nightmare from continuing with her bare hands.

　But her body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible force, and she was unable to move at all.

　She could only watch helplessly as she was violently pushed away by an irresistible force and slammed heavily onto the ground. Pain and fear intertwined, almost suffocating her.

　Just then, the dean's eldest son and eldest daughter were also awakened by this sudden change.

　They rushed out of the room in terror and witnessed this heartbreaking scene.

　The eldest son reacted quickly, his hands trembling as he pulled a pistol from the bedside table. It was his usual hunting tool, but now it had become his only lifeline.

　He took a deep breath and aimed at the dean's vengeful spirit's semi-transparent body.

　With a crisp click of the trigger, the bullet sliced ​​through the air like lightning, heading straight for the vengeful spirit.

　However, to the astonishment of the three living people present, the bullet pierced through the vengeful spirit's body without any hindrance, as if passing through a phantom without leaving any trace.

　"Why? This is impossible!"

　The eldest son let out a desperate roar. He could not accept this illogical reality. The powerlessness of firearms made him feel an unprecedented sense of frustration and fear.

　He pulled the trigger again, and bullet after bullet poured out, but they only pierced through the eerie green, translucent body in vain, unable to cause the slightest real harm to the dean's vengeful spirit.

　Faced with this desperate and bizarre scene, every member of the villa was plunged into extreme fear and helplessness.

　The gun in the eldest son's hand had become a ridiculous toy; each shot only intensified their despair.

　The eldest daughter gripped her brother's arm tightly, tears streaming silently down her face. She couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

　The father who once gave them endless love and protection has now become a terrifying nightmare.

　In this abyss of despair and fear, the dean's vengeful spirit twisted once more.

　The next moment, it appeared behind his once beloved wife.

　"Pfft-"

　With a spray of blood, a bright red heart was ripped out of the chest by the translucent claw.

　"Mother!"

　The eldest daughter's cries were heart-wrenching as she watched helplessly as her mother's life was extinguished in an instant.

Chapter 406 Liquidation (Part 2)

　"Run!"

　The dean's eldest son suppressed his grief, his eyes gleaming with an indomitable spirit.

　He suddenly grabbed his sister's wrist, dragged her along, and ran wildly toward the garage.

　He knew that only by escaping this villa shrouded in terror and despair could he find a glimmer of hope.

　His mother's passing was heartbreaking for him as a son, but reason told him that now was not the time to wallow in grief.

　He must protect his sister and bring...

　Lead her to escape this deadly trap.

　However, faced with a vengeful spirit possessing extraordinary power, the two ordinary people were destined to become victims of this tragedy.

　The vengeful spirits fly at speeds comparable to the armed helicopters deployed on the Mu Continent in the previous generation, and their incorporeal nature, which disregards the laws of physics, inspires despair.

　Even so, the eldest son did not give up.

　He gritted his teeth and ran with all his might, with only one thought in his mind—as long as he had a breath left, he would do everything in his power to fight for that slim chance of survival.

　Unfortunately, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by sheer determination alone.

　Just as the dean's eldest son was about to touch the garage door, a chilling aura swept over him.

　The vengeful spirit of the headmaster, transformed by the necromancer, was like the embodiment of death. It pierced through the solid floorboards and swooped down at an astonishing speed, heading straight for the brother and sister.