Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Faced with this strange man wearing a metal mask and with an extremely unfriendly attitude, Qi's patience and kindness began to be challenged.

　He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

　"You should state your name before asking someone a question; this is basic social etiquette."

　"Thousands of calamities."

　After a moment of silence, Qianjie finally uttered his name.

　After receiving a response, Qi nodded and began to answer Qianjie's question.

　"This is a sanatorium."

　As if remembering something, Qi added another sentence.

　"Don't worry, with Mommy Aponia here, it's safe here. Those thugs won't dare come here."

　In Qi's opinion, the only people in this area who could injure Qian Jie, who looked like a formidable fighter, so badly were probably thugs.

　However, in this place protected by Aponia

　Even the most ruthless thugs on Dusk Street would never dare to set foot in the sanatorium.

　With Aponia's beauty, how could no one covet her in a place like Twilight Street?

　However, her absolute persuasiveness was enough to dispel any wicked thoughts that might have been harbored towards her.

　After all, no one wants their mindset to be altered by others.

　A large group of thugs with ill intentions were persuaded by Aponia's words to change their minds and become volunteers serving the community.

　This chilling spectacle made the villains of Twilight Street realize that there was a force they couldn't afford to mess with in this land.

　In this situation, the sanatorium where Aponia was located was regarded as her exclusive territory by the villains.

　Given any other option, they would try to avoid stepping into this dangerous place.

　Suppressing his inner turmoil, Qianjie listened to Qi's introduction to Aponia and gained a general understanding of the master of this place.

　He felt that staying here temporarily until his injuries healed would be a good option.

　Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards the elevator.

　Seeing this, Qi hurriedly asked.

　"Thousand Tribulations! Where are you going?"

　However, Qianjie acted as if he hadn't heard Qi's words and walked straight towards the elevator.

　"Mr. Qianjie, please wait a moment..."

　Qi followed closely behind, raising his voice again in an attempt to get his attention.

　But Qianjie's steps did not stop until Qi's calls began to annoy him.

　He stopped and turned back to look at Qi with a cold gaze.

　"Shut up, brat! I want to go back!"

　Upon hearing this, Qi was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly understood Qianjie's intention.

　Then, a smile appeared on his face.

　“Mr. Qianjie, your injuries really don’t suit moving. If you need anything, I can help you.”

　"unnecessary!"

　Although Qianjie firmly rejected Qi's proposal, Qi did not give up.

　He quickly caught up with Qianjie and offered his help to this seemingly difficult man.

　As the manager of this sanatorium, Aponia naturally learned of Qianjie's awakening immediately.

　Unfortunately, her schedule was always filled with busy work.

　In the complex and ever-changing land of Twilight Street, apart from the residents of the sanatorium under her protection, few people were willing to show even a shred of compassion.

　Furthermore, Aponia, with its magnanimous heart and boundless compassion, became a haven for homeless orphans, giving them love and warmth.

　Therefore, the sanatorium's finances have always been strained.

　In order to ensure the normal operation of the nursing home and provide shelter for those in need of care, Aponia had to do everything she could, traveling around to seek financial support.

　Under such a tense and demanding work situation, she often finds it difficult to take the time to visit each resident in person.

　But when she learned that the strange wounded man, Thousand Calamity, was preparing to leave the sanatorium, Aponia decided to put aside her work and go see this special wounded man.

　"Mother Aponya..."

　Qi's voice rang out in the corridor. He seemed to want to say something, but Aponia had already started walking.

　"It's okay, let me talk to him, alright?"

　After saying that, she pushed open the door and went inside, without waiting for a reply.

　Even she herself didn't know when this situation started, nor did she know where the absolute persuasiveness in her words came from.

　But since she became conscious, she seems to have never been rejected by anyone.

　The man who refused to take off his mask was sitting next to a fire he had started himself, seemingly unaware of how to use the modern equipment.

　When the staff at the sanatorium first found him, the man's frostbite was enough to kill him, but now, without any treatment, he has almost fully recovered.

　"Did you... come here from a very cold place?"

　Without hesitation, she walked to the other person's side and reached out her hand to the flame.

　"I just met a very cold person."

　The man spoke, for the first time—a fact that surprised even her.

　"Oh? How is she now? Did she get frostbite like you?"

　The man seemed not to understand her words, and lowered his head, lost in thought for a long time.

　"She's not alone anymore."

　"Really...that's good."

　The woman had clearly misunderstood something.

　"So...do you have any other relatives?"

　"It seems like it happened, but it was always in a very far place."

　"Well... I really hope they find you soon."

　At this moment, the man finally raised his head; he thought the woman was crazy.

　"What on earth do you want to do?"

　"I want to know if you need help."

　The man nodded.

　"need."

　"Can you tell me what people usually say when they want someone they dislike to stay away from them?"

　"This……"

　"Perhaps it's... asking you to leave or something like that."

　"It's too long, I can't remember it."

　"Is that so... Well... although it's not very polite... it's definitely more common for people to say it this way..."

　"Get out of here?"

　The man was hearing this word for the first time.

　He found it somewhat novel, and...smug.

　"Okay... get out of here."

　The woman laughed.

　Her smile was very gentle, without a trace of malice.

Chapter 257 First Encounter with Aponia

　As a demigod-level necromancer, Moros can clearly remember every detail of his past life.

　Therefore, he knew exactly where the alien who killed the Fifth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Ice, was located at this moment.

　At the current level of necromancers, they can accurately track targets even with only a vague location.

　However, despite knowing Qianjie's whereabouts, Moros did not intend to actively seek him out.

　Among the thirteen heroes, Qianjie was not an ally he needed to win over.

　Given this, and considering the alien's "unique" temperament, the necromancer felt it was wise not to disturb the porter.

　Of course, this is mainly because he is currently busy researching the [Death Avatar] and has no time to spare.

　If it weren't for that, he might have been interested in meeting this alien.

　However, even so, he did not completely ignore the existence of Qian Jie.

　Under the orders of the necromancer, the vengeful spirits wandering Twilight Street began a secret search for Qianjie's whereabouts.

　He believed that given enough time, the vengeful spirits would surely find Qianjie's hiding place.

　Moros's idea was quite clear.

　While Qianjie has not yet undergone the [Fusion Warrior Surgery] to become a Fusion Warrior, obtain the purest genetic sample from this alien.

　This sample is of immeasurable value to him.

　It will become a valuable resource for research into curse spells, providing Moros with a strong backup plan.

　At the same time, this sample will also help his personal research and help him better understand the world.

　More importantly, this alien genetic sample will become an excellent gift for him to give to Möbius.

　Moros was confident that this gift would definitely pique Mebius's interest and win her favor.

　The necromancer was not kept waiting long; in just over ten minutes, the vengeful spirits found Qianjie's location.

　Upon hearing this news, a hint of joy flashed in Moros's eyes.

　He temporarily set aside his research on the legendary spell [Death Avatar] and shifted all his attention to the sanatorium on Twilight Street.

　After weighing the pros and cons, he made a decision.

　As the necromancer's thoughts shifted, the vengeful spirits far away in Twilight Street began to act.

　Taking advantage of their status as "spiritual beings," the vengeful spirits ignored the walls of the sanatorium and silently infiltrated the only sanctuary in this twilight street.

　Soon, the vengeful spirits found the medical bandages that Qianjie had changed.

　In fact, Moros never intended to obtain tissue samples directly from Qianjie from the beginning.

　In any case, the tissue samples carried on these medical bandages were enough to meet his needs, so there was no need to risk taking them from Qian Jie's body.

　The necromancer didn't believe that a mere vengeful spirit could accomplish something as simple as annihilating an alien who could destroy a Herrscher in such a short time.

　After obtaining the desired tissue sample, he ordered the vengeful spirits to return to their stronghold in Twilight Street.

　Dusk Street, a notorious and chaotic place on this planet, is where many of the Thirteen Heroes have intricate connections. Such a place, rich in talent and resources, is naturally not to be missed by necromancers.

　As for the exact location of this hideout, you'd have to ask the gangsters who operate in this area.

　After randomly selecting an unfortunate gang stronghold and having the vengeful spirits thoroughly slaughter it, Moros gained an abandoned office building that could be used as a base.

　To ensure the safety of the stronghold, under the will of the necromancer, the vengeful spirits ruthlessly eliminated any intruders who dared to set foot there.

　Whether they were incorrigible gang members, other criminals with malicious intentions, or even ordinary people who stumbled in unintentionally, they all became victims for the vengeful spirits to vent their hatred for living beings.

　As a result, in just one month, the office building became infamous and a forbidden place that everyone on Dusk Street avoided at all costs.

　No one dared to approach easily anymore, and no one dared to linger here.

　Getting back to the point, just as Moros was about to withdraw his attention from the vengeful spirits, a gentle and unhurried female voice quietly entered their ears.

　Although vengeful spirits, as undead creatures in spirit form, do not possess ears, their hearing is exceptionally acute, capable of detecting...

　The faintest sound wave in the air.