Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

Author: Under the Dark Night

Summary:

Good news, time travel.

The bad news is that the pre-collapse civilization is doomed to destruction.

Fortunately, Moros still has the golden finger.

Now that you've traveled through time, show off your true abilities.

"Anyway, let's set a small goal first and survive the end of the world!"

Standing in front of the gate of the cemetery city and looking at the dilapidated territory, Moros felt that he could still save it.

Dark.

He already has a completed novel, so his character is guaranteed to be good.

Chapter 1 The Birth of a Transmigrator

　Mu Continent, the only hospital in an inconspicuous town.

　"Mr. Flacter, according to our hospital's examination, your child is a boy. Congratulations."

　The doctor in the white coat smiled and informed the man known as Mr. Flacquard of the examination results.

　Upon hearing this, Mr. Flacquard's face lit up with undisguised joy.

　He felt his heart racing, and a strange excitement surged in his chest.

　"Emma, ​​did you hear that? Our child is a boy!"

　He turned to his wife, who was lying on the hospital bed, and called out excitedly, his voice filled with joy.

　“Yes, Flacquard, I heard you.”

　With a happy smile on her face, the young mother gently stroked her still slightly protruding belly, her eyes filled with love and anticipation.

　"Our child will definitely be healthy and happy."

　She spoke softly, as if making a promise to the baby in her belly.

　"Yes, Emma, ​​our child will be the happiest."

　Mr. Flacquard went to the bedside and gently took his wife's hand.

　"I will do everything I can to give him a warm home and a happy childhood."

　His words were filled with determination and resolve, a promise a man about to become a father made to his future.

　The doctor stood to the side, smiling as he watched the happy couple.

　Where am I...?

　As the chaotic consciousness gradually cleared, the transmigrator became aware of his own existence.

　The transmigrator, curled up, felt as if he were completely immersed in water, with a band of flesh and blood connecting him to the space he was in.

　Am I... not even born yet...?

　Stretching out his hands and feet, he unsurprisingly touched flesh and blood, gaining his initial understanding of his predicament.

　The fetus's brain cannot support prolonged thinking. After a brief period of cognition, the time traveler once again fell into a chaotic slumber.

　After an unknown amount of time, when the transmigrator's consciousness awoke again, he could clearly feel that his body had grown considerably larger.

　How long has it been?

　With great effort, the transmigrator opened his eyes and saw that the surrounding environment was still warm liquid. He began to try to move more vigorously.

　He could feel that his body was stronger than before, and every movement of his hands and feet could create a slight flow of water.

　"Ouch, the baby is kicking me!"

　A gentle female voice rang out, and the transmigrator, still in fetal form, could sense that the space around him was distorted.

　"Can you feel it, Flacquard?"

　Emma excitedly told Mr. Flacquard, who was pressing his ear against her belly, her face beaming with the joy of becoming a mother for the first time.

　"Yes, I can feel it; our baby is a lively little one."

　With a blissful smile on his face, Mr. Flacco looked up and gently stroked his wife's belly, his eyes filled with affection.

　Listening to the words of his parents, the transmigrator felt a ripple in his heart.

　Although he was not a native of this world, the deep expectations and love from his parents still warmed his heart.

　He began to try to interact with the couple who were about to become his parents in his own way.

　He kicked his leg lightly, a tiny movement, but enough to surprise his mother once again.

　"Look, he's moving again!"

　Emma said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with maternal love.

　Mr. Flacquard smiled, then lowered his head again, pressing his ear against his wife's belly, trying to feel the movement of their son more clearly.

　Father... Mother... or...?

　An irresistible drowsiness struck again, and with hopes for the future in mind, the transmigrator's consciousness once more fell silent.

　"Honey, shall we name our baby?"

　Faintly, the time traveler heard a gentle voice.

　That was his mother, Emma.

　"Well, let me think."

　Another familiar voice rang out; it was his father, Mr. Flacquard.

　"Let's call him Moros."

　Mr. Flacquard's voice was full of pride and determination.

　"Moros, a gift from fate!"

　Unlike the present era, in this era people only have names, but no...

　surname.

　Amidst the parents' affectionate conversation, the time traveler gradually regained consciousness.

　So, is my name Moros?

　The moment the transmigrator received a name, a dazzling orb of light appeared in his mind.

　This is... a cheat code! I knew it, how could a time traveler not have a cheat code!

　Moros thought excitedly, feeling as if the sphere of light was the source of his soul, fused with him, inseparable.

　However, perhaps because the appearance of the light sphere had consumed too much energy, even though Moros was still very excited, he still felt waves of irresistible weariness washing over him, and then he fell asleep.

　Between moments of lucidity and confusion, time slipped away silently.

　When he stretched out his arms and legs and could easily touch the walls made of flesh and blood, Moros realized that the moment he left the womb was very close.

　It was at this moment that Moros suddenly felt a strong push coming from behind, as if some force was propelling him forward.

　He was startled and instinctively began to struggle, but the force grew stronger and stronger, making it impossible for him to resist.

　Immediately afterwards, a tremendous feeling of compression spread throughout his body, and he felt as if he were being squeezed out of a narrow passage.

　What is this? Am I about to be born?!

　Although he had already realized this fact, Moros still felt nervous at this moment.

　However, even a fully developed fetus cannot resist the mother's strength due to its own tension.

　Under the immense force, Moros's body was pushed out of the mother body.

　In an instant, blinding light shone into his eyes, and Moros instinctively closed them.

　When he opened his eyes again, he found himself having left that warm and comfortable space and entered a completely new world.

　His lungs began to breathe on their own, and fresh air filled them, making his consciousness increasingly clear.

　Then, he let out his first cry.

　"Wow--"

　Just then, he was picked up by a pair of hands and brought to a weak woman.

　"Moros! My darling!"

　Despite her weakened state, Emma gently kissed Mauros's forehead, ignoring the oil on the newborn baby's skin.

　Is this my mother?

　Moros strained his eyes to try and visualize the image of the smiling, gentle woman before him.

　He instinctively reached out his small hand, trying to touch the beautiful woman.

　Emma's face lit up with a happy smile as she gently took Moros's little hand and stroked it tenderly.

　At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

　Outside the delivery room, Mr. Flaccher, upon hearing the good news, was so moved that he shed tears of happiness.

　"Welcome to this world, Moros."

Chapter 2 Cemetery Lord

　Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was the third day since Moros was born.

　Newborn babies are physically weak and lack energy. Even a transmigrator with a cheat-like ability cannot stay awake for long.

　Therefore, during these three days, Moros was unable to study the cheat system he possessed.

　Each time Moros puts his consciousness into the shining orb, he feels extremely tired and can only obediently submit to his instincts and fall into a deep sleep.

　Therefore, during this period, he spent most of his time eating, sleeping, and defecating.

　Obviously, the last point was extremely shameful for Moros, who had once been an adult.

　But there was no way for a mere infant to stand up to the nurses in the delivery room.

　Fortunately, he was a normal newborn and only needed to stay in the delivery room for three days.

　So when Moros awoke from his slumber once more, he had left the familiar setting of the hospital delivery room and entered a warmly decorated room.

　Moros blinked, then laboriously turned his head to survey his new surroundings.

　Well, it seems I was born into a pretty good family. Although we can't be called a rich young master, we can be considered a well-off family.

　Just as Moros was observing everything in the room, a familiar, gentle female voice rang out.

　"Moros, what are you looking at?"

　Upon hearing the sound, Moros turned his head with difficulty to look at the source of the sound.

　Immediately, a beautiful woman appeared in his sight. She was wearing a light blue loungewear dress and had a gentle smile on her face.

　"Wow (Mother)!"

　As it turns out, Möbius was special.

　Even if Moros was a time traveler, he couldn't speak on the third day after birth, let alone pronounce his own name right after birth.

　"Baby, are you hungry?"

　As a mother, Emma was quite adept at caring for babies.

　In her opinion, the baby crying

　There are only two reasons for a child to be restless: they are hungry or they need to poop.

　Since there's no strange smell in the air right now, there's only one answer: I'm hungry.

　Sure enough, after feeding him for a while, Moros fell asleep in her arms.

　A month later.