Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Without hesitation, Moros took out another twenty-five gold bars and placed them on the long table.

　He then received all the intelligence about the Firemoth, including its organizational structure, member list, action plan, and so on.

　Moros carefully read the intelligence, gaining a deeper understanding and assessment of the fox's abilities.

　As expected of a widely recognized intelligence dealer, Fox's understanding of [Fire Moth] is quite good.

　When he saw the keywords Dr. Mebius, the First Institute, Dr. Spassy, ​​and the Fifth Institute, Moros knew that he had obtained enough information and could now begin to pursue the real purpose of his trip.

　"I need all the information about the congressman."

　Just as the hooded man put his phone away and was about to operate it again, Moros spoke up again to emphasize.

　"Note that it's all of them!"

　At that moment, the atmosphere in the room became solemn and tense.

　But soon, with the hooded man making another offer, the atmosphere in the room returned to normal.

　"Fifteen million!"

　Fifteen million—that's truly an astonishing number.

　But when it is equivalent to the full information of a member of parliament—one of the leaders of such a world-leading superpower—the price seems reasonable.

　"make a deal!"

　Moros took out ten gold bars, pushed them in front of the hooded man, and continued.

　"I'll make a call."

　Moros certainly had enough money to pay this large sum, but at this moment, he did not intend to pay it directly.

　Whether it's cash worth fifteen million or gold bars, their size and weight exceed the limits that ordinary people can carry.

　He needs to ensure the secrecy of this transaction, and at the same time, he needs to ensure his own safety.

　In this situation, direct payment is clearly not a wise choice.

　"Please make yourself at home, guest."

　The hooded man shrugged, appearing very magnanimous.

　He then pressed a button on his phone, and the signal jammer in the room was turned off.

　In front of the hooded man, Morros pretended to make a phone call.

　Shortly after, a truck loaded with banknotes issued by Mu Continent drove into Twilight Street.

　The truck eventually stopped in front of the Twilight Wine, just as Moros had predicted.

　He had already prepared such a contingency plan before entering Twilight Street.

　Right now, we're just activating one of the contingency plans.

　"My payment is in the truck below. Please check it."

　Moros crossed his arms and spoke calmly.

Chapter 33 Overconfident Gangsters

　After operating the specially designed smartphone smoothly for a while, the hooded man put down the phone and waited for the results of the inspection.

　Even skilled inspectors

　It will still take some time for the staff to inspect the entire 15 million in cash.

　This is also the main reason why large transactions tend to be conducted via bank transfer rather than cash.

　However, considering that they were currently in Twilight Street, most of the traders on this street were wanted by the Mu Continent government.

　Asking these people to transfer money through a bank is clearly asking too much of them.

　Therefore, the fox naturally has a comprehensive strategy for dealing with customers who use large amounts of cash for transactions.

　The hooded man was simply following the pre-arranged plan.

　Soon after, he received a text message from the inspector confirming the successful transaction.

　The hooded man then pushed the smartphone toward Moros.

　Upon receiving the phone, Morales immediately began to carefully examine all the information about the congressman.

　From his resume and family background to his social connections and some unknown secrets, all the information was presented to Moros.

　Looking at this intelligence, Moros felt that the price of 15 million was well worth it.

　With this valuable intelligence, Moros was now fully confident that he could successfully intercept this veteran politician who held considerable influence in the Mu Continent's political arena.

　Let me think, where should I go to ambush him next...

　Moros pondered possible battle locations, and based on the intelligence he had, he already had several alternative plans in mind.

　Each has its unique advantages and risks, and he needs to weigh them carefully.

　Moros knew that with the power of the congressman, it would be very difficult to find his whereabouts again if the operation failed.

　Therefore, Moros wanted to ensure that this revenge operation would go perfectly.

　Seeing that his trading partner was deep in thought, the hooded man didn't urge him. He simply placed his hands in front of him, waiting for Moros's next question.

　Not long after, Moros finished his thoughts.

　He nodded to the hooded man to express his gratitude, then got up and left the room used for intelligence transactions.

　From Moros's firm and powerful strides, the hooded man seemed to see a scene of a major political earthquake in the Mu Continent.

　Perhaps this guest's information is worth a lot of money...

　As he pondered this, the hooded man began performing a series of operations on his smartphone.

　Stepping out of the bar called "Twilight Wine," Moros boarded the truck he had just used to transport intelligence payments.

　With the "putt-putt" sound of the engine, he patted the driver next to him lightly on the shoulder.

　This seemingly ordinary action brought about amazing changes.

　What was originally an ordinary middle-aged truck driver was instantly transformed into a skeleton.

　As a necromancer who has mastered expert-level [Necromantic Arts], Moros can easily extract a soul fragment from other souls and inject it into the Soulfire of the Skeleton Archer.

　With the driving experience of the truck driver who previously worked for the gang, even the Skeleton Shooter was able to skillfully operate this heavy truck.

　"drive!"

　With Moros's order given, the Skeleton Archer drove the truck in the direction of leaving Twilight Street.

　"Boss, they've left."

　The gatekeeper watched the truck drive away and then reported the situation to the inside via walkie-talkie.

　"Don't worry about them."

　"Yes!"

　Upon hearing the order from the walkie-talkie, the guard put the assault rifle he had just picked up back in its place, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

　While the owner of [Twilight Wine] makes wise decisions, not every gang on Twilight Street has such a clear-headed leader.

　There are many gangsters here, and their desires and greed are often as uncontrollable as wildfire.

　The boxes of cash unloaded from that truck have undoubtedly spread throughout the neighborhood.

　The allure of those adorable little cuties printed by the Central Bank of Mu Continent is enough to drive countless people crazy.

　Blinded by greed, the gangsters, even though they knew in their hearts that the person holding such a huge sum of money was no good, still chose to ignore this potential danger.

　Just as the truck carrying Moros was about to leave Twilight Street, a dozen modified vehicles rushed out from both sides of the street and stopped them.

　“Sir, we don’t want to hurt you, but our brothers need some sponsorship…”

　Hearing the voice coming from the gang's loudspeaker blocking his way, Moros revealed a dangerous smile.

　I've stopped bothering you ATMs, and you dare to come and block my way?

　The necromancer who was cornered didn't waste any words. He didn't even get out of the car; he simply raised his hand to the still clueless gangsters.

　The next moment, a dark beam of light shot out from Moros's hand, splitting rapidly as it moved forward, and finally landing on each of the gangsters blocking the truck.

　【Frenzy】!

　In powerful dark magic

　Under the influence of force, a gangster wielding an assault rifle suddenly went berserk.

　He felt utter disgust for the gangster who was shouting.

　"Ugh! Damn it! I've had enough! Why are you so annoying?!"

　He angrily raised his assault rifle and opened fire on the henchman who was still shouting.

　Before the latter could react, he was hit by a hail of bullets and fell into a pool of blood.

　This scene was not an isolated case; the powerful force of the [Madness Curse] drove every affected gang member into madness.

　They lost their minds and attacked the creatures closest to them with madness, showing no mercy even to their own companions.

　Even when hit by bullets from their own side, the gangsters affected by the [Madness Curse] will not stop their attack.

　"Oh my god! What happened?!"

　"Are those guys in front crazy?"

　"The devil is in that car!"

　Having witnessed the horrific carnage of their accomplices, the gangsters in the modified vehicles that had blocked the truck's escape route panicked instantly.

　They were completely stunned by what they saw and were unable to react for a moment.

　However, unlike the panicked gangsters, Morlos remained calm and rational.

　After casting the [Curse of Madness], he quickly targeted the gangsters behind him who hadn't yet reacted.

　Puppet Master!

　As Moros's deep chanting began, an invisible force was released from the necromancer's fingers, enveloping the gangsters behind him.

　“Go back, kill everyone in your gang, then commit suicide!”

　After giving orders to the gangsters controlled by the Puppet Master, Moros signaled the skeleton archer beside him to continue driving.

　Moros believed that these gangsters, controlled by level five dark magic, could give their backers a big surprise.

Chapter 34 Boarding the Plane and First Encounter with Eden

　Thirty minutes later, at the hideout of a gang that didn't even deserve a name.

　"Routine inspection!"

　The two gangsters guarding the gate shouted loudly as they watched the returning modified convoy.

　They noticed that the number of returning convoys was significantly less than when they set off.

　This made the two guards very grateful that their job was simply to guard the gate, rather than to follow the convoy into the unknown dangers.

　"Inspect my ass! Didn't you see these old men just escaped death? Open the door!"

　Although the gangsters controlled by the "Puppet Master" have changed their allegiance, they have not lost their minds.

　On the contrary, those who act solely to fulfill the spellcaster's orders, devoid of personal desires, demonstrate a more intelligent side.

　"Open the door! Or I'll kill you all!"

　Noticing the faintly raised gun barrels in the convoy, the two gangsters guarding the gate didn't dare to be negligent and immediately nodded and bowed in response.

　"Yes, boss, we'll open the door right away!"

　"Hurry up! Don't keep the old men waiting!"

　Soon, the door to this gang's hideout slowly opened from the inside.

　Two gangsters stood at the door with beaming smiles, welcoming the convoy back.

　"You know what I mean!"

　The convoy drove in one vehicle after another. Just as the last modified car passed by two guards, the window suddenly opened, revealing a dark gun barrel.

　"Da da da~"