Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Upon hearing Moros's praise, Alicia was taken aback at first, then a sweet smile appeared on her face.

　Although she is not a professional musician, Alicia still gratefully accepts the praise from the audience.

　"What an adorable little fan..."

　After looking the little boy up and down, Alicia smiled and asked Moros a question that seemed very strange to others.

　"Did you already know me?"

　As the Herrscher of Origin after all, even though she is far from mature, Alicia can still see many things that others cannot.

　She could sense the hint of delight in Moros's eyes when he looked at her.

　This subtle emotional tone might be difficult for others to perceive, but for Alicia, it was as clear as a mirror.

　As expected of Alicia, she can even tell that...

　With a sigh in his heart, Moros fell silent.

　He didn't want to lie to Alicia, but he couldn't answer the question without lying.

　"..."

　He opened his mouth, but in the end, Moros said nothing.

　Seeing Morros's reaction, Alicia narrowed her eyes slyly.

　"Seriously, can't you just be as frank as me and directly tell me I'm cute?"

　She winked mischievously, seemingly teasing Moros's shyness and reserve.

　Is this what social terrorists are like? Terrifying indeed...

　With this in mind, Moros gained a more intuitive understanding of Alicia's abilities.

　But this is for the best...

　As a being of the exemplary level, Moros was able to force himself to calm down by mobilizing the magic power within his body.

　"My lovely lady, my name is Moros. May I ask your name?"

　"My name is Alicia, and as you can see, I am a shy girl like a flower."

　Although she was a little annoyed that Moros had skipped over the previous questions, the understanding Alicia wouldn't press a cute-looking child for answers.

　She's a real sucker for good looks, how could she possibly do something so inelegant?

　"Alright, it's getting late. If my lovely little fan has nothing else to say, I'm going back to rest."

　Alicia covered her mouth and yawned, looking quite adorable.

　"You know, staying up late is a girl's worst enemy, so, little Moros, see you next time!"

　"Well, see you next time."

　Moros responded with a smile, but felt a sense of loss in his heart.

　It wasn't until Alicia's figure disappeared from sight that Moros belatedly realized that he hadn't obtained Miss Pink Fairy's contact information.

　This annoyed Moros somewhat, but he quickly composed himself.

　After all, this encounter with Alicia was an unexpected surprise. He had only gone to Changkong City to study, but he never expected to meet Alicia, who was traveling.

　He knew that such an encounter was rare, and he understood that life's encounters were unpredictable.

　Moros decided to let things take their course and trust in fate.

　He believed that he and Alicia were destined to meet again in the future.

　On the way back to the cabin, the two bodyguards kept exchanging glances.

　Is the young master interested in that little girl?

　I do not know.

　Should we tell the boss about this?

　I do not know.

　How come you don't know anything?

　I do not know.

　"Ok?"

　Just then, Moros, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

　"who are you?"

　He asked calmly, his voice carrying a hint of authority.

　At this moment, the two bodyguards realized that they were surrounded by several men in suits with cold expressions.

　Although Flaccot was a big shot in that obscure town, he was, after all, just a black glove in the underworld, and the professionalism of the bodyguards he provided was not something to be overly expected.

　Of course, there was another important reason why Morales was able to detect these ill-intentioned people earlier than his bodyguards, besides the fact that his bodyguards' professionalism needed improvement.

　That means he has already advanced to the Exemplary level, with physical attributes comparable to an A-rank Valkyrie, and his perception abilities are naturally far beyond those of ordinary people.

　"Moros?"

　"who are you?"

　After repeating the question, Moros circulated the magic within his body, gathering it on his skin to form an invisible magic shield.

　As a mage of exemplary caliber, although his knowledge base is not yet sufficient, it is not unimaginable that he could develop a defensive measure similar to [Mage Armor].

　Although the magic shield that Moros generated at this moment was not very reliable, it could still withstand a physical attack that dealt less than 10 points of damage.

　A single bullet from a modern automatic pistol that hits a vital organ will only cause 7 points of damage.

　Unless it's a powerful pistol like the Desert Eagle that uses .50 magnum bullets, this shield is perfectly capable of withstanding attacks from ordinary pistol bullets.

　Of course, this refers to a single bullet.

　However, for Morros, he only needed to withstand the first bullet.

　Once he successfully withstands this sneak attack, with the magic that Moros possesses, he will have enough ability to escape danger even when facing an army of ordinary people.

　"Do it!"

　Having confirmed that the little boy in front of them was their target, the men in black didn't waste any words.

　They quickly dispersed, forming an encirclement that completely blocked the escape route of Moros and his two companions.

　At the same time, several of the men in black pulled out pistols fitted with silencers from their pockets, preparing to carry out an assassination.

　"Puff puff!"

　After a series of gunshots, the two bodyguards who had just been gossiping about the person they were protecting fell into a pool of blood.

　As for Morros, he was clutching his bleeding shoulder, leaning against the cabin wall, his face pale.

　Although for beings at the Exemplary level, being shot in a non-lethal area is not a major injury.

　But for Morros, who had never been injured before, the pain of a bullet entering his body was excruciating.

　He clenched his teeth tightly.

　He tried his best not to let painful groans escape his throat.

　"Number 37, are you out of practice? You can't even hit at such close range?"

　The leader of the men in black angrily reprimanded his subordinates.

　He pulled out the empty pistol magazine, quickly filled it with a full magazine, his eyes revealing coldness and determination.

　Clearly, for him, killing a little boy was completely irrelevant in order to complete his mission.

Chapter 16 First Blood

　Great!

　The pain in his shoulder jolted Moros awake, and he realized that his strength was not as great as he had imagined.

　Or rather, as a flower grown in a greenhouse, Moros was unable to fully realize his potential.

　Despite his best efforts, summoning all the undead troops, he was able to contend with a modern armored division.

　However, even a small squad of assassins could cause Moros to bleed and be injured in a sneak attack.

　However, Moros was ultimately a being of the Exemplary level, and after the initial raid failed, the assassins' fate was sealed.

　"Summon Creatures!"

　As Moros whispered, a squad of undead led by a lich appeared right under the assassins' noses.

　[Summon Creatures]: Summon an army. Each soldier summoned requires one mana point.

　Under Moros's precise control, the undead squad arrived at the perfect spot, separating him from the assassins.

　"What the hell is this?"

　Even the highly trained assassins were astonished when faced with the undead squad that appeared out of nowhere between them and their target imp.

　This is not surprising.

　Imagine that zombies, ghosts, vampires, liches—monsters that only exist in fantasy and legends—suddenly appear before your eyes. The shock and astonishment would be enough to leave you speechless and your mind blank.

　"Kill them!"

　Moros's orders were cold and decisive. He was consumed by rage, and the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder reminded him how deserving these killers were.

　Upon receiving the necromancer's order, the two liches simultaneously raised their staffs.

　Meanwhile, the other undead launched a swift attack on the assassins on both sides.

　"Fire!"

　The assassin leader reacted quickly, turning his gun, which was originally aimed at Moros, towards the undead that were charging at high speed.

　As he pulled the trigger, the other assassins followed suit and opened fire.

　Their weapons spewed deadly flames in an attempt to stop the undead charging towards them.

　However, these fantastical creatures seemed unafraid of the bullets. They continued to charge forward despite the hail of bullets, occasionally sputtering sparks that seemed to have no effect.

　The undead charging towards the assassins are not like Moros, whose fighting ability is affected by pain.

　Although their individual strength is inferior to that of the necromancers, as a unit, their ability to coordinate combat on the battlefield and their superb killing skills make them far superior to the inexperienced Moros.

　First, two dark green magic rays fell into the area where the assassins were relatively concentrated, dissolving all the assassins in the area.

　Then, the vampires, wielding steel longswords, mercilessly charged into the fray, unleashing a swift and brutal massacre.

　Before the ghosts even reached their effective killing range, all the assassins had already been eliminated.

　Looking at the corpses of the assassins who had been cut in half at the waist by the vampire's blade, Moros suddenly realized that he had just killed flesh-and-blood humans, not wild monsters from the demiplane.

　However, even with this understanding, Moros did not feel nauseous or vomit.

　What? Novels are all lies...

　He chuckled inwardly, showing utter disdain for the descriptions in novels of the intense psychological impact a protagonist experiences upon committing their first murder.

　"alert!"

　After giving the orders to the undead, Moros walked up to the mutilated corpses of the dead assassins.

　Necromantic magic!

　Under Moros's spell, the souls of the assassins who had just been killed by the vampires were extracted.

　Tell me, why do you want to kill me?

　Looking directly into the souls of the assassins, Morros's tone was cold and direct.

　"I'm not dead?"

　"Kid, what's with your attitude?"

　"Damn it, why should we answer you?"

　"..."

　The souls awakened by the power of [Necromantic Spells] were clearly still a bit confused about the situation.

　Seeing this, Moros didn't waste any words and directly gave them a lesson.