Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　If it were for his own sake, the necromancer would not hesitate to hide in the demiplane and await the end of the world.

　In this situation, he only needs to focus all his efforts on dealing with the Herrscher of the End for a period of time, which will be enough to explain himself to Alicia and Eden.

　Once the battle is nearing its end, the necromancer only needs to retreat into the demiplane to remain unharmed.

　The special demiplane he possessed had its dimensional walls forged by a great being, making it indestructible.

　Let alone a mere Lawbringer of the End, even if the Cocoon of the End were to personally arrive, it would only be able to look on in despair.

　Within the vast tree-sea system, only the supreme [Imaginary Tree] and [Sea of ​​Quantum] possess the immense power to break through the crystal walls of a demiplane.

　It is obvious that these two great beings would not get involved in such a trivial dispute.

　This is the fundamental reason why Moros, knowing that the Cocoon of the End had its eye on him, was still unwilling to give up everything on that blue planet and embark on a path of escape like So.

　It is not his style to choose to escape without trying when there is a safe way out.

　However, such planning is based on the premise that the Cocoon of the End remains silent and does not intervene personally.

　The end of the eleventh Great Collapse truly marks another victory for human civilization on this blue planet over the invasion of the Collapse.

　But for the necromancer, in that thrilling duel with the eleventh Herrscher, the Herrscher of Binding, he learned many cold and ruthless realities that he had to face.

　For example, the Cocoon of the End has already set its sights on him, and this powerful being dwelling in the bright moon has already taken action.

　Although Aponia's reply revealed that He would not personally participate in the upcoming Twelfth Great Collapse.

　However, her words also hinted at a fact: the Cocoon of the End would take action against him with the help of the Herrscher of the End.

　"Ellie..."

　With a soft sigh, Moros had already made up his mind.

　He understood that when the Herrscher of the End descended, he had to embark on a journey to the moon for the sake of Alicia and Eden.

　There was no other way; this was the price he had to pay for falling in love with Alicia and Eden.

　Of course, deciding to confront the majesty of the Law of the End is one thing, but how to act specifically is another.

　In the eyes of the necromancer, out of love for Alicia and Eden, he was willing to lend a helping hand to help human civilization fight against the Herrscher of the End.

　But human civilization on this planet shouldn't expect to reap the benefits without sowing; they must put in their own efforts.

　When Moros lands on the moon and faces the Herrscher of the End, whose shadow looms over the Cocoon of the End, the Moths must also take action and demonstrate their courage and determination.

　To put it more bluntly, the Fusion Warriors of the Flame Chaser must first clash with the Herrscher of the End before the Necromancer will step in to help at the crucial moment.

　After clarifying these crucial issues, Moros finally had time to review Aponia's advice to him.

　Have I lost myself in the pursuit of power...?

　Upon careful examination of his own heart, the necromancer came to a negative conclusion.

　From beginning to end, he was always clear about his deepest desire—to enjoy life freely—and he had been working tirelessly toward this goal, never straying from this path.

　Having already clarified what one desires, there is naturally no need for any changes.

　As for the potential harm this road might cause to others?

　Just a little bit of wind and frost.

Chapter 570 Virvi's Request

　Just as Moros was immersed in planning for the future and reflecting on the past, a barely perceptible sound coming from the library entrance caught his attention.

　The necromancer places great importance on demiplanes as his last resort.

　Besides Moros himself, only a very few people who have been granted special permission by him have the authority to enter this forbidden land.

　Among these individuals who have been bestowed with such honors, only a handful are actually allowed to enter the magic guild that serves as Moros's daily residence.

　There were only four people: Velvi, Alicia, Eden, and Mebius.

　Even Klein, the one who understood Mebius, failed to gain permission to enter the [Level 5 Magic Guild], a sacred temple of magic.

　Therefore, after Moros made a quick deduction based on the approximate location of the four people, he didn't even need to bother managing the artificial soul aggregate of this magic guild; he already knew the identities of the visitors.

　Velvet.

　His lover and apprentice.

　Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the library, a fragrance mixed with the unique charm of ancient books wafts out, emanating from the magical incense that is carefully arranged inside the library year-round to create an atmosphere.

　This incense is carefully blended with rare and valuable spices, and its efficacy is beyond doubt.

　Even for high-level spellcasters who have undergone two life level leaps, it can greatly help them concentrate and significantly improve their meditation efficiency.

　However, for Moros, who had already entered the realm of demigods, the actual effect of this precious incense, which was priced at 50 to 75 Ashan gold coins per ounce on the market, was more reflected in its pleasant aroma, becoming a pure luxury.

　Considering the vastness of this large library, located in the middle of the Magic Guild and rich in books, the sheer quantity of incense needed to be burned to fully exert its effect is beyond ordinary imagination.

　But in Moros's mind, as long as it could bring even the slightest benefit to Vilvie, this considerable expense was worthwhile and justified.

　Of course, this luxurious experience was also supported by the richer financial revenue that the necromancers gained after conquering the Australian continent, thanks to their unparalleled military strength and flexible ruling strategies.

　Getting back to the point, Miss Baiwei walked briskly to Moros, carrying a food box full of freshly baked desserts.

　She gently placed the food box on the table in front of the young man, a tender and expectant smile on her face.

　"Moros, I'm back."

　Miss Baiwei's voice was soft and full of love.

　She knew that no matter how busy he was, Moros would always make time for her, listen to her, and share her joy.

　Looking up at Vilvie, the necromancer's eyes, which were devoid of emotion when facing others, shone with a gentle light.

　His lips curled up slightly, forming a warm smile.

　"Vilvie, it's so good to see you back."

　With deep dependence and adoration sparkling in her pink eyes, Miss Baiwei gracefully pulled over a chair and sat down.

　Then, she carefully pulled open the lid of the food box, revealing the contents.

　The small desserts are arranged neatly on the surface.

　These desserts were baked by her own hands for this special occasion, each one a meticulously crafted work of art, exuding an enticing aroma.

　"This is a little dessert I prepared especially for you. Try it."

　Vervi's voice was filled with anticipation and a hint of barely perceptible unease.

　She hoped that Morros could feel her sentiment and appreciate the love she had poured into this gift.

　Reaching out, the necromancer picked up a small dessert and carefully examined its shape and color, his focused expression as if he were admiring a precious treasure.

　Then, he took a small bite, and the sweet taste instantly spread throughout his mouth, intoxicating him.

　"It's delicious, Baiwei! Your cooking skills have improved again."

　He exclaimed sincerely, his eyes filled with admiration and affection for Vervie.

　They had known each other for a long time, and he knew every aspect of Vilvie's personality like the back of his hand.

　Even the rarest of the Primordial Lady and the Extremely Evil Lady are no exception.

　Yes, unlike the original world, in this world, due to the existence of necromancers, Velvi's true self was not always hidden deep within her heart.

　At the same time, it was precisely because of Moros's existence that she no longer needed to tightly suppress her pride.

　Because she believed that no matter what challenges her pride might bring, her lover and mentor would be able to handle them well and provide her with the strongest support.

　Seeing how much Moros enjoyed the desserts she had prepared, Miss Baiwei felt an indescribable joy and satisfaction welling up inside her.

　Her pink eyes shone even brighter, gleaming under the light of the magic lamp.

　“I’m glad you like it, Morros. I was worried you might find it too sweet or not refined enough.”

　Smiling and shaking his head, the necromancer's gaze remained fixed on Vervie's face, as if trying to imprint every expression of hers deep in his heart.

　“I’ve always trusted your cooking skills. And these desserts are not just delicious, they’re a reflection of your heart. I can feel your love and care, and that’s more important than anything else.”

　Upon hearing this, two blushes appeared on Vilvi's cheeks.

　She lowered her head, gently fiddling with her fingers, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

　"Actually, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you."

　Slightly taken aback, Moros immediately stopped smiling and his expression became serious.

　"What is it? Tell me, whatever it is, I will do my best to help you achieve it."

　Taking a deep breath, Miss Baiwei mustered her courage and spoke.

　"Um... I... I hope to learn about necromancy."

　"Oh?"

　There was a hint of surprise in Moros's voice.

　Although Moros was a necromancer himself, and necromancy was his most proficient magical art, he was still reluctant to accept this request from his only apprentice.

　It was precisely because he had climbed to the peak of the demigod level on the path of necromancy that he deeply realized that this kind of magical skill was not something that ordinary people could bear.

　It brings not only a profound change in personality, but also the inevitable erosion of negative energy during the study process.

　This kind of erosion is undoubtedly an extremely heavy burden for a beautiful young girl like Vilvie.

　Despite having reached the demigod level, Moros is still unable to completely escape the negative energy corruption brought about by necromancy.

　However, his life level has already undergone four leaps, and the time he has spent studying necromancy is relatively short compared to the native necromancers of the Ashan world, so he can temporarily resist this erosion.

　But in the long run, even he cannot be immune to this negative impact forever.

　Why would you have such a thought?

　Moros's voice became low and serious.

　Vilvi lowered her head again, her voice trembling slightly.

　"I...I want to be your capable assistant, to better understand you and support you."

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Chapter 571 Peaceful Times and Bearing Heavy Burdens

　After hearing Virvi's reasons, Moros felt a warm feeling well up inside him.

　He slowly reached out and gently stroked Vilvi's silky smooth two-tone short hair, his eyes sparkling with endless love and admiration.

　"Vilvie, your determination and courage have moved me..."

　After sincerely praising Miss Baiwei several times, the necromancer suddenly changed his tone.

　"I fully support your exploration of the wider realm of magic, but you must remember that this is not to make you my appendage or replacement, but to allow you to shine even brighter."

　The light in your eyes helps you achieve a more perfect self.

　Seeing that Vervie's mood seemed to be shrouded in a faint gloom, Moros, though reluctant, still firmly expressed his decision.

　"As for learning necromancy..."

　Sensing the unwavering resolve in Vilvie's heart, the necromancer hesitated for a moment before giving Miss Baiwei a slightly disappointing answer.

　“I do not wish to see you step onto this dark and profound path. But if you insist, with my assistance, you can gain a preliminary understanding of this magical art that is not suitable for everyone.”

　Moros's attitude was very clear: he did not want Vervie to follow the unique path of a necromancer.

　However, he also knew that it was better to guide people reasonably than to forcibly stop them.

　Although learning necromancy carries the risk of being corrupted by the magic of death, under the personal supervision of this demigod-level necromancer, the risk is still within a controllable range if one only gains a preliminary understanding.

　However, Moros would never allow Velvi to truly enter the realm of necromancy.

　Even an apprentice level is not acceptable!

　After hearing her lover's answer, the light in Miss Baiwei's pink eyes dimmed slightly.

　Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was trying hard to control the turmoil in her heart and not let her emotions be fully revealed.

　“I understand your concerns, Moros.”

　Vervi's voice was so gentle that Morros felt a little guilty.

　However, out of his deep love for her, he could not bear to watch Velvi embark on this path filled with killing and death.

　“I know there are risks involved in learning necromancy, but I also understand that only by truly understanding it can I better protect myself. I hope to have the opportunity to gain a preliminary understanding of the mysteries of this art under your guidance.”