Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　The necromancer class he chose was indeed powerful, but the class's skills—necromancy—were not without their downsides.

　According to the records stored in the magic guild, as a magician delves deeper into the study of necromancy, the magic of death will erode the researcher's body.

　This is why necromancers are generally considered to have a repulsive appearance.

　This is not an unsolvable problem.

　Whether it's raising necromancy to the master level or transforming one's race through the fifth-level dark magic [Vampirism], both can solve the problem of death magic's corrosive effect on the body.

　Now, Moros has a new option.

　Since strange energy has the potential to strengthen the physical body, it is not unthinkable to use it to resist the erosion of the magic of death.

　Moros realized that this might be an opportunity for him.

　However, it's still too early for Moros, who is just a baby, to study this strange energy.

　Moros, who hadn't even grasped the knowledge stored in the magic guild and whose self-defense abilities were only slightly stronger than ordinary people, was not yet qualified to conduct this level of magical research.

　Moros was aware of his own limitations.

　Only when I reach a higher level can I touch this dangerous energy.

　With this in mind, Moros immersed himself in meditation.

　Over the past few months, he has fully mastered meditation, the most orthodox ability for magicians to enhance their power.

　As time went by, Moros grew up.

　At the age of four, Maurois learned from his mother, Emma, ​​that he was going to school.

　"Mom, can I skip kindergarten? I think I can learn on my own..."

　This isn't just Moros bragging; after becoming a necromancer, his learning, memory, and thinking abilities have all improved significantly.

　For him now, not to mention kindergarten knowledge, even elementary school, no, junior high school knowledge is no challenge for him.

　As for high school knowledge?

　The civilization of the Mu Continent is ultimately more advanced than that of his previous life, and the high school level of knowledge in the Mu Continent is still somewhat difficult for Moros now.

　However, Moros was confident that once he reached level 2, he would be able to easily learn this level of knowledge.

　It'll be soon, just a week or two...

　Over the past three years, Moros has not wasted any time.

　Although limited by his young child's physical condition, he could only meditate for a limited time each day, but three years was enough for him to accumulate experience to a level that was almost advanced.

　Of course, this is also related to learning other basic knowledge stored in the magic guild.

　If Moros were to devote himself wholeheartedly to meditation, even if he could only meditate for a limited time each day, three years would be enough for him to level up.

　“Honey, I know you have the ability to learn on your own, but everyone has to go to kindergarten.”

　Emma couldn't help but laugh when she heard Moros say that.

　“There, you can learn a lot of social skills that cannot be replaced by self-study.”

　Looking into Emma's earnest eyes, Moros knew he couldn't persuade her.

　He was silent for a moment, then nodded resignedly.

　"Okay, Mom, I'll go to school."

　Humans are not plants or trees; how can they be without feelings? These years of living together have made Maurois truly regard Emma as his mother.

　Therefore, he didn't want to disappoint Emma.

　P.S.: I will not yield. Near is near, not jin; level is level, not ping.

Chapter 6 First Encounter with Virvi

　The next day.

　The morning sun shone brightly on the earth, and Emma, ​​holding Moros's hand, walked together into the kindergarten gate.

　Although Moros felt some resistance, he didn't show much emotion on his face, only slightly frowning and appearing somewhat indifferent.

　Unlike other children his age, he didn't cry or struggle.

　He's a time traveler, after all; he shouldn't be infected by the crying of other children.

　His calmness touched the children around him. They looked at each other, then at Moros, and their crying gradually subsided.

　Everyone else is crying, so it's normal for them to cry.

　But since some people aren't crying, it would seem silly for them to keep crying.

　Seeing that the situation was under control, the kindergarten teachers, who had just been overwhelmed by the crying children, breathed a sigh of relief.

　Consequently, they also developed a rather deep impression of the child who didn't cry.

　In contrast, Moros only had time to observe his classmates after being led into the kindergarten classroom by his teacher and other children.

　Yeah, a bunch of little brats, they're not worth wasting my time.

　With this in mind, Moros shifted his attention away from his classmate and instead took out a book about the geography of the Mu Continent from his bag, slowly flipping through it.

　The kindergarten teachers didn't seem to care.

　After all, for a child who has just entered kindergarten, being able to sit quietly in their seat without crying or making a fuss is already quite a good performance.

　They don't expect the new students to do any better.

　After a perfunctory self-introduction, Moros memorized the names of several teachers and then immersed himself in his own world again.

　This is easy to understand.

　At this point, Moros had already taught himself most of the knowledge that junior high school students on the Mu Continent should have. Under these circumstances, it was abnormal to ask him to listen to kindergarten teachers' lectures.

　When the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class and the teachers announced that everyone was free to do as they pleased, Moros stood up and left the classroom.

　On his first day of kindergarten, he hoped to familiarize himself with the layout of the kindergarten so that he could evacuate to a safe place immediately in case of any emergency.

　Unfortunately, as a time traveler, Moros always lacked a sense of security deep down.

　During this process, Moros discovered a little girl hiding and crying.

　The little girl looked to be only four or five years old, but her half-dark green and half-brown hair gave Moros a sense of déjà vu.

　Have I seen her somewhere before?

　With doubts in his mind, Moros began to search his memories.

　But no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't be sure where he was.

　I've seen this girl before.

　"Hello, I'm Moros, who are you?"

　Since he couldn't be sure, Moros stopped worrying about it and walked up to the little girl, asking her in a friendly manner.

　As a child, his problems wouldn't arouse suspicion or concern from others.

　Hearing Moros's question, the little girl looked up at him with teary eyes.

　She hesitated for a moment, seemingly a little afraid of strangers.

　But in the end, she mustered up her courage and timidly said her name.

　"Vilvi."

　When the name of Velvi reached Moros's ears, this extraordinary individual, who was only one step away from becoming a level 2 necromancer, finally remembered where he had seen her before.

　The fifth of the Thirteen Heroes of Fire Chaser, the Spiral Inscription...

　Memories flooded into Moros's mind like a tidal wave, and in an instant, Moros understood what kind of era he lived in.

　The pre-civilization in the world where the main story of Honkai Impact 3rd is set, which was destroyed by the Herrscher of the End!

　As a veteran captain, Moros had some knowledge of the previous civilization.

　The hero who could easily crush ordinary Herrschers, the end of the world, weighed heavily on Moros's mind.

　This was truly a high-level match!

　Thinking of the Herrscher of the End who had driven seven Fusion Warriors, including Kevin, to the brink of defeat, Moros knew he had to work twice as hard.

　That was a real war that would destroy the world.

　Apart from those who survived by entering hibernation pods and Gretchen who escaped Earth in a spaceship, everyone else was reduced to nothingness by the Herrscher of the End's destruction.

　It's important to know that the hibernation pods that can survive the apocalypse are not ordinary technological creations; their true form is the [Fifth Divine Key - Key of Stasis - Hibernation of All Things].

　Thankfully, I was clever in my past life, which earned me a demiplane...

　Even with a demiplane as an escape route, Moros was able to remain calm.

　"Whoo~"

　Moros took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner unease.

　He forced himself to focus his attention on the young Vilvie in front of him.

　Moros crouched down, looked at Vervies tenderly, and asked softly.

　"Vilvie, why are you crying here all by yourself?"

　Despite the turmoil in his heart, Moros forced himself to continue the conversation.

　It's not that he wanted to curry favor with someone powerful.

　Despite possessing extraordinary abilities, Moros still retains a certain arrogance.

　With such a good start, he can rely entirely on his own strength to overcome the final tribulation.

　"Woo~"

　After a brief sob, Velvi raised her head and looked at Moros with teary eyes.

　"Everyone says my hair color is weird, and they don't want to hang out with me..."

　As she spoke, Vivi's eyes welled up with tears again, which streamed down her face.

　Moros remained silent.

　At that moment, he suddenly realized that the current Velvi was not the Fire Chaser who would later bear the Spiral Inscription.

　At this moment, Wilvi was just a little girl who was rejected by her peers.

　Happy people use their childhood to heal their entire lives, while unhappy people spend their entire lives healing from their childhood.

　Clearly, Vilvi is the latter.

　Thinking of this, Moros's heart stirred.

　He stepped forward, reached out, and gently patted Wilvi's shoulder.

　"Don't cry. Those who laugh at you are just ignorant and childish. Don't pay attention to what they say. Nobody wants to play with you, so I'll play with you."

　Upon hearing this, Vivi stopped crying, hastily wiped away her tears, and looked at the little boy who had reached out to help her with hopeful eyes.

　"really?"

　"Really, would you like to be my friend?"

　Moros smiled, his eyes full of sincerity.

　"Ok!"

　Vilvi nodded vigorously, a bright smile spreading across her face.

　Perhaps having a friend wouldn't be bad...

　Gazing at Vervie's smiling face, a warm feeling welled up in Moros's heart.

　"Come with me, let's go have some fun."

　Moros extended his hand to Vilvie, extending an invitation.

　As she stared at Morros's outstretched hand, Velvi's eyes gleamed with delight.

　She carefully grasped that hand and, with the help of Moros, stood up.

　At that moment, she felt a warm force flowing into her heart.

　I have friends now!