Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"Inform the necromancer about our progress and emphasize that we need his assistance."

　She paused briefly, as if she had thought of something.

　Dr. Mei then added in a caring tone.

　"At the same time, we will inform every Fusion Warrior of this estimated time, so that they can use this last bit of time to do something they want to do."

　"Snap—Snap—"

　Holding a shovel, Pado dug something little by little under the full moon.

　This is Twilight Street, the place where she was born.

　Or at least, the place where she has lived since she can remember.

　Oh, perhaps... saying "this used to be Twilight Street" would be more accurate.

　During the Ninth Great Collapse, the Ninth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Rock, released a pseudo-black hole at the end of her life, which swallowed the entire continent of Mu.

　Dusk Street was naturally not spared either.

　However, as a whole continent, even if the main body is swallowed by that terrifying pseudo-black hole, some remnants and fragments will always be left behind.

　At this moment, the small patch of land beneath Pado's feet is just one remnant of that.

　Pado didn't know if the wreckage was actually from Twilight Street, but she was willing to believe it was.

　"Snap—Snap—"

　Nobody noticed her.

　Or rather, there are simply not many people left in the world today.

　The pit in front of them was dug deeper and deeper, while the soil around them was piled higher and higher.

　She felt like she was digging her own grave.

　—No, no, no.

　She shook her head, trying to shake the ominous thought out of her mind, and her two ears swayed back and forth.

　Soon, she will be heading there with the others.

　Yes, it's that round, bright, lifeless moon hanging in the sky right now.

　So this might be her last chance to bury these "treasures".

　"My favorite canned food, unique bottle caps with crooked printing, my wanted poster, and these team uniforms I no longer wear..."

　"Oh, no, canned food won't work... it will still expire if left out for too long."

　Although the box next to her was already locked, she knew every single one of the "treasures" inside.

　It contained all the rare treasures she had found since childhood, and all the wealth that Padoflis cherished.

　—Okay, okay, that's deep enough.

　She wiped the sweat from her brow and reluctantly touched the treasure chest beside her.

　—It's just an insurance policy. She'll be back here soon and dig them up again.

　But if that's the case, why should I go through all that trouble?

　This ominous question arose in her mind.

　—Just in case. Just in case… right, maybe my treasures can survive into the next era… and see the light of day again…

　She stopped thinking about it and carefully placed the box at the bottom of the pit with her muddy hands.

　Holding the shovel, she gazed at her treasure for a long time, as if replaying her life in a video.

　Then, she shoveled up a handful of dirt and poured it on the box.

　Suddenly, a chill ran through her body. It was as if the soil hadn't been poured on her treasure chest, but rather on…

　On a [coffin].

　—Damn it, what's wrong with me! I keep thinking about all sorts of random things today!

　Half angry and half trembling, she quickly buried the box and patted the soil off it.

　——Okay! That's all!

　She threw down the shovel and turned to walk away.

　She had made up her mind; she would go there with the others no matter what...

　As a member of the [Fire-Chasing Moth].

　Despite every hair on my body protesting, despite my mud-covered hands still trembling...

　But...for no apparent reason, she smiled.

　"It's alright..."

　"..."

　"...We've always been very lucky."

　This is Twilight Street, the place where she was born.

　Under the moonlight, all that could be seen were ruins, and it was difficult to even tell which parts of the ground had been dug up.

　Just like the shovel and the big hole from before, it was as if they had never appeared.

　Just as if the people who once stood here never existed.

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Chapter 711 Together Towards the End

　Time moves forward.

　Upon receiving the urgent communication from the Firemoth organization, Canberra officials acted without hesitation.

　They immediately activated the [Communication Badge] to accurately convey Dr. May's urgent request to the necromancer they served.

　After Keane finished reporting everything via the [Communication Badge], Moros's expression instantly became extremely solemn.

　"Will the Herrscher of the End descend upon the far side of the moon...?"

　The necromancer stroked his smooth chin, having already made up his mind.

　"Tell the Moths that I will go to the moon with them to fight the Herrscher of the End together."

　"Yes, Your Majesty."

　After severing magical communication with Canberra, Moros raised his head and looked at the four girls in front of him who were looking at him with worry.

　"I was wondering why you suddenly called Alicia to your office, but I didn't expect it was because of this."

　Although Mebius spoke calmly, a hint of worry flashed across her pink-green serpentine eyes.

　This worry truly reflects the turmoil in her heart.

　She felt immense worry and concern about the upcoming battle and Moros's safety.

　"Professor, can you not go?"

　After glaring fiercely at Alicia, who was trying to play the ostrich, Velvi finally couldn't help but ask for a request.

　Clearly, she was also filled with worry and unease about the impending final judgment.

　Smiling at Vilvie, the necromancer's eyes radiated confidence.

　"Don't worry, don't you know my strength? No problem."

　Clearly, he was trying to use this confidence to soothe Virvi's concerns.

　After carefully examining her lover and mentor, the newly logged-in conductor confirmed that he had not lied to them; he indeed possessed sufficient strength and confidence to survive this battle.

　This realization eased her worries a little, but even so, she still didn't want Morros to take any risks.

　After all, this battle was far too dangerous, filled with too many unknowns and variables.

　Moreover, Velvet knew perfectly well that this battle against the Herrscher of the End was entirely for Alicia and Eden.

　If it weren't for considering their feelings, she and Moros could have retreated to a safe demiplane, far from the conflict, and quietly observed the turmoil unfolding outside.

　However, in order to protect them, Moros chose to step forward and face the terrifying Herrscher of the End.

　“Mentor, I know you are powerful, but this battle is too dangerous, I…”

　Before she could finish speaking, the conductor's eyes were already slightly red.

　She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound more firm.

　“I…all of us don’t want you to take any risks. Alicia, Eden, Mebius, and myself, we all want you to be safe and sound.”

　Seeing this, Moros felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

　He walked up to Vervi and gently patted her on the shoulder.

　“Vilvie, I understand your concerns, but believe me, I won’t risk my life.”

　Staring intently into the necromancer's eyes, finding an unwavering resolve within them, the conductor gradually accepted this fact.

　She knew that once Moros made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

　Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Vervi took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself.

　"Alright, mentor, since you've made up your mind, we'll fully support you. But you must promise me that you'll come back safely no matter what."

　The conductor's voice was choked with emotion.

　With a smile and a nod, Moros's heart was filled with gratitude and warmth.

　This sincere emotion is priceless to him.

　"I promise you, Vilvi, I will definitely return safely."

　"Well, pull the hook!"

　Nodding emphatically, Miss I, who had logged in from the top account, extended her little finger, her pink eyes sparkling with anticipation.

　"Yeah, hook."

　After saying that, Moros also extended his little finger and hooked it tightly with Vilvi's.

　Seeing that Miss Id had logged off again, before he could say anything more, Wilvi suddenly spoke up.

　"Moros, I want to join you in this battle too."

　"what?"

　The necromancer stared in astonishment at the girl before him, his surprise evident on his face.

　He never expected that Vervi would make such a bold request at this time.

　But when he looked closely, he realized that he was controlling his body at this moment

　When Moros realized which one of the Vivi was, his initial surprise was gradually replaced by understanding.

　"Extremely evil?!"

　This call also caught the attention of Mebius, Alicia, and Eden.

　They all focused their gaze on Vervi, their three beautiful eyes filled with both curiosity about the unknown and anticipation for the future.

　They already knew the traits and habits of the other seven personalities within Velvi very well through their long-term interactions.

　Although they already knew of this extremely wicked lady's existence, this was the first time they had ever stood face to face with her.

　Faced with the complex and subtle gazes cast by her three romantic rivals, Miss Evil not only did not back down, but straightened her back, her eyes flashing with a malicious light.

　In her heart, the other Vilvies may have accepted the fact that she would share Morros with them, but she herself had never truly agreed.

　Despite her deep affection for Moros, which allows Miss Evil to tolerate the existence of Mebius, Alicia, and Eden to some extent, she doesn't mind causing these "rivals" some minor troubles deep down.

　However, at this moment, she was mainly focused on the necromancer and didn't have any spare time to deal with them.

　So she simply smiled faintly and steered the conversation back to Moros.

　"Moros, you haven't answered my question yet."

　"Vilvie, have you really thought this through?"