Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　It expresses respect for Cangxuan and Danzhu's choices, regret for the impending loss of a capable experimental assistant, and helplessness in the face of walking alone on the path of scientific research.

　"They...still left."

　Möbius muttered to himself, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

　Although she had experienced countless partings, the moment Cangxuan and Danzhu truly left, the lingering sense of loneliness still swept over her like a surging tide, completely overwhelming her.

　Möbius knew that the departure of Cangxuan and Danzhu was not just a simple farewell to her personally, but also a challenge and questioning of her scientific research philosophy.

　Recalling the scene before they left, on the monitoring screen, Cangxuan and Danzhu looked back at the direction of the research institute with reluctance. Their eyes revealed an undisguised longing and reluctance for the past.

　At that moment, Mebius was deeply moved.

　"I hope you can find your own path, Cangxuan and Danzhu."

　These words were her last blessing to those far away, filled with sincerity and warmth.

　Möbius understood that everyone's life path is chosen by themselves, and all she could do was offer respect and understanding.

　As the figure in the surveillance footage gradually blurred and eventually disappeared into the night, Mebius slowly turned around, his gaze falling on what appeared to be nothing behind him.

　"Moros, aren't you coming out yet?"

　Before she finished speaking, the air behind her was stirred by the power of magic, and a figure dressed in a blue-purple mage robe gradually appeared.

　It was Möbius's lover, the necromancer Moros.

　When Mebius needed care the most, he came to her side silently, offering her support and comfort.

　Moros's face was calm and serene, his deep eyes filled with understanding and heartache for Mebius.

　He walked steadily toward her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. The warm and firm touch instantly dispelled the chill and loneliness in her heart.

　“They have made their own choices, Mebius.”

　The necromancer's words were like a gentle spring breeze, soothing her wounded heart.

　"You cannot control who stays or leaves, just as you cannot stop the passage of time. But please believe that the knowledge and experience they accumulate under your guidance will become valuable assets on their future path."

　With a slight turn of his head, Mebius looked at Moros beside him, a soft light shimmering in his pink-green serpentine eyes.

　She nodded, a gesture that seemed to be both a response to Moros's words and a whisper to herself.

　"I know, but I still can't suppress the sense of loss in my heart. Cangxuan and Danzhu are not just my experimental assistants, they are more like my friends and my family."

　Moros gently embraced her, letting her head rest against his chest.

　"Don't be sad, Mebius."

　The necromancer's words carried an obvious sense of comfort.

　"Everyone has their own path to walk, and you can't experience it for them. But please believe that wherever they go, they will remember everything you gave them."

　In Moros's embrace, Mebius felt an unprecedented warmth and peace.

　She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if to etch this feeling into her heart forever.

　When she opened her eyes again, the determination and light in her pink-green snake eyes had returned.

　Looking at Moros, Möbius's lips curled into a faint smile.

　“You’re right, I can’t let their departure affect me. I have more important things to do and a longer road ahead.”

Chapter 665 The Taste of Snake

　Seeing that Mebius's emotions were gradually calming down, Moros's mind also returned to normal.

　Then, his hands started to wander a little.

　Noticing Moros's subtle movement, Mebius slowly raised her head and scrutinized the necromancer who was tightly embracing her with a meaningful look.

　After lowering her eyes and pondering for a while, she seemed to have finally made up her mind, staring into Moros's eyes and speaking with unusual solemnity.

　"You did a great job just now, I should reward you properly."

　As she spoke, Mebius shifted her body, allowing Moros to experience her beauty more deeply.

　"If you want to do this or that to me, I can accept it."

　Upon receiving Mebius's invitation, Moros's hands involuntarily stopped moving.

　If he had heard such words when he had just met her, he wouldn't have hesitated for a second.

　However, to this day, he truly regards Möbius as an indispensable and beloved partner in his life, rather than just a fictional character in a game.

　Therefore, this demigod-level necromancer was willing to give her more consideration and respect.

　"Are you really sure?"

　"Ah."

　Nodding, a blush quietly appeared on Mebius's fair and flawless cheeks.

　Even snakes can't help but feel a little shy at this moment.

　How could Moros remain unmoved when he looked at the charming woman before him?

　In the blink of an eye, he had already opened an interdimensional portal to his private living room in the magic guild.

　He gently put his arm around Mebius's waist and led her into that private space that belonged only to the two of them.

　Before long, the room was filled with Mebius's alluring and lingering low moans.

　The next day, noon.

　The sunlight, created by magic, gently fell.

　A graceful and alluring figure was quietly curled up in the soft, thin blanket, her long green hair cascading down like a waterfall, smoothly draped over her smooth shoulders.

　A few slightly disheveled strands of hair swayed gently with her breath, adding a touch of languid drowsiness and a faint, tired beauty to Mebius.

　The room was filled with a subtle and indescribable atmosphere. The wrinkled sheets seemed to still retain the dampness and warmth of last night, silently telling the story of the lingering passion and romance of the previous night.

　Opening his eyes, Moros gently brushed the strand of green hair from his lips aside, then held the smooth, soft body in his arms even tighter.

　"Ugh, Morros, stop messing around, let me sleep a little longer."

　Mebius struggled to open his blurry eyes and murmured sweet nothings to Moros.

　"It's already noon, aren't you going to get up and eat?"

　Moros's voice carried a hint of amusement.

　The four leaps in his life level made his perception exceptionally sharp; he could accurately know the time without even looking at a clock.

　"Honestly! You went to bed so late this morning, couldn't you just let me get some rest?"

　Mebius's words carried a hint of coquettishness, but more so a deep affection for Moros.

　Even so, she still craved the warmth of the bed and had no desire to get up.

　Last night was far too exhausting for her.

　Within that time-accelerated field constructed by the legendary spell [Time Warp Field], she and he experienced dozens of moments of pleasure together. The intense and continuous sensory impact nearly brought her thoughts to a standstill, pushing her brain to the brink of shutdown.

　Looking at Mebius's exhausted yet still beautiful face, Moros felt a pang of pity.

　He didn't disturb her anymore, but simply hugged her even tighter, quietly feeling her breath, experiencing her warmth, and enjoying this rare tranquility and beauty.

　Until most of the day had passed, and as time on Earth quietly slipped into the embrace of evening, Möbius...

　She managed to let out a soft moan and struggled to open her heavy eyelids.

　Her hazy gaze lingered for a long time on the living room ceiling inlaid with various dazzling magical gems before she gradually broke free from the mist of her dream, slowly reaching out to rub her still somewhat confused head.

　As Mebius moved, the thin blanket slipped down, revealing her mature and alluring body, like a captivating painting quietly unfolding before Moros's eyes.

　The necromancer gazed tenderly at Mebius, his eyes filled with love and affection.

　He pulled the thin blanket back up and gently covered her with it.

　"You're awake, darling."

　Upon hearing Moros's voice, Mebius turned his head slightly and looked at the young man lying beside him.

　Moros...

　A complex expression flashed in her pink-green gradient eyes. As if she had sensed something, her face changed instantly.

　"Moros, don't do this."

　Mobius nudged the necromancer beside him, his voice carrying a hint of pleading.

　Even with her physique fused with the [Shesa] gene, she was not yet fully recovered from yesterday's fatigue.

　If I were to immerse myself in intimate communication with Moros again, my body might really be overwhelmed, and even experience unpredictable reactions, such as extreme conditions like peeling.

　Seeing Mebius's weak and helpless appearance, Moros felt a pang of guilt.

　"I'm sorry, darling, I was too impatient. You should rest well, I'll stay here with you."

　"Wow... Wow..."

　In the empty laboratory, only the crisp sound of surgical instruments colliding echoed.

　Mebius was cleaning the operating table where Hua had lain three days earlier, all by himself.

　In the past, her movements would have been much gentler.

　But after the grueling battle with Moros, even she showed signs of fatigue.

　Recalling the joy of the past two days, Mebius's lips still couldn't help but curve into a happy smile.

　Normally, when she makes this expression, everyone around her becomes extremely wary.

　Fortunately, she was the only one in the laboratory at that time.

　To avoid the embarrassing situation of molting like a snake due to excessive pleasure, Mebius has temporarily "exiled" Moros to Velvi.

　After all, if such a thing really happened, Mebius couldn't imagine whether he would still have the face to go out in public afterward.

　Getting back to the main point, as Mebius cleaned the operating table, he silently planned his next move.

　She knew that although her intimate moments with Moros made her incredibly happy, she couldn't stay in that state forever.

　As a serpent pursuing the infinite, she also has her own mission and ideals to pursue and realize.

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Chapter 666 The fledgling, the snake, and the moon throne

　Thinking of this, Mebius suddenly regained his spirits.

　She quickly straightened her clothes and walked briskly towards the adjacent ward.

　That is Hua's residence, where he is recuperating after waking up.

　……

　"Hmm... Dr. Möbius?"

　Hua opened her eyes and saw Mebius looking at her with a rare smile, as if he cared about her.

　This sudden tenderness made Hua subconsciously move a little further to the inside of the bed.

　"Is there a problem?"

　"Of course I've come to check on your recovery."

　Mebius naturally leaned against the edge of the bed and moved closer to Hua—which made Hua slightly regretful; she shouldn't have moved her body closer.

　At a distance where you could hear her breathing, Möbius carefully observed Hua—observing every subtle change in her, from the inside out.

　"Hmm, it's even better than I expected. Your body's self-repairing ability is getting stronger and stronger."

　As a fusion warrior, Mebius's perception abilities have long surpassed those of ordinary people. The precision of her vision even surpasses the most advanced scanning equipment on the market before the Third Great Collapse.

　Therefore, she was able to assess Hua's current physical condition with ease.

　"Of course, there will still be pain. But... for the sake of our tomorrow, enduring it for a little while is acceptable, right?"

　Reaching out, Möbius gently touched Hua's forehead with his fingertips, feeling the temperature slightly higher than normal. His words carried a strong sense of persuasion.

　"After all... if humanity goes extinct, what awaits us?"

　Tomorrow, it won't just be about pain.

　She had a very deep understanding of Hua and knew how to use words to persuade him to willingly lie on her experimental table.