Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　After all, Moros's strength and influence cannot be ignored, and his existence is always an indispensable factor on this planet.

Chapter 154 Communication with Möbius

　Mu Continent, the First Research Institute under the Fire-Chasing Moth.

　Dr. Möbius, with waist-length green hair and wearing the white lab coat that is the hallmark of scientific researchers, was busy working in front of a dissection table.

　She was facing nothing more than a corpse—no matter how terrifying it may have been when it was alive, at this moment it was nothing more than a corpse in an autopsy room.

　Why must humanity... be confined to this one form?

　Mebius's question remained unanswered.

　No one in the dissection room could provide an answer.

　Her current research has not been approved by the Firemoth Council, and in order to protect her followers, Mebius deliberately excluded Klein.

　Just as Mebius was halfway through dissecting the corpse in front of her, she suddenly stopped what she was doing.

　She turned around, letting her long, light green hair, which was tied behind her head, fall loosely, and carefully used her body to block the tool she had just been holding.

　"Alicia? This isn't a place for you, is it?"

　Whether it's Alicia's unique way of applying for the badge, her outstanding strength, or the mysterious relationship between her and Moros, all of these are enough to keep Möbius paying close attention to her.

　Alicia did not respond immediately.

　She turned her head and looked at the corpse on the autopsy table, as if she was thinking about something.

　"Second Herrscher... Möbius, your research application hasn't been approved yet, has it?"

　Alicia subtly tiptoed – she wasn't used to looking up at the other person while speaking, even just a little bit.

　“You’re overstepping your bounds, Alicia. This is none of your business.”

　Her gaze swept up and down Alicia's body, and then... she also slightly tiptoed.

　"Sigh, Doctor... I just don't want to see you go astray... You're not the only one who's been misled by the Herrscher..."

　Mebius dismissed Alicia's advice with disdain.

　"Bewitching? Hmph..."

　She turned her head and looked at the corpse behind her.

　What a beautiful life this is!

　The power she displayed, the way she wielded authority... all of it was dazzling and mesmerizing.

　But she looks so much like a modern human... no, she used to be a human too.

　So why... can't all humans become like that?

　Seemingly sensing Mebius's thoughts, Alicia spoke up again.

　"Ah, that's true... For you, it certainly doesn't count as seduction."

　“But, Möbius, you know what? I can actually see what people are thinking at a glance, but you are different from them... The colors in your heart are constantly changing, which fascinates me.”

　"So, dear Möbius... today, could you satisfy this little curiosity of mine?"

　At that moment, the electrical circuit malfunctioned somewhere, and the dissection room suddenly went dark.

　Only Mebius's sharp, serpentine eyes still gleamed faintly in the darkness.

　"What do I want? Alicia... Even if I tell you, you won't understand. You can't possibly understand me when you compare me to those people."

　"What I want is actually very simple..."

　"With my own hand... I ascend to godhood."

　After saying that, Möbius left the dissection room without looking back.

　She knew very well that the moment Alicia's figure appeared in her field of vision, the dissection of the Second Herrscher's corpse could no longer continue.

　At least, that's true at this moment.

　Back in the lounge, Mebius retrieved the [Wraith Jar] that Moros had given her.

　"Moros, it is I, Mebius."

　Through a spiritual link with the vengeful spirit sealed in the [Vase of Vengeful Spirits], the necromancer who knew about Mebius's request to speak with him did not delay.

　His will swiftly took control of the consciousness of the vengeful spirit sealed within the [Vase of Vengeful Spirits].

　This is the working principle of a low-level magical artifact called the "Wraith Jar." It can transmit the caster's will to undead units at a great distance through the spiritual link between the necromancer and the undead, thus achieving cross-space communication.

　"Doctor, you're contacting me now because you've made a new discovery?"

　From this, it's clear that Moros, far away in the demiplane, was aware of Mebius's unauthorized dissection of the Second Herrscher, the Herrscher of the Void.

　As for necromancers who haven't studied astrology, which can reveal future destinies, they would have no other way to obtain such profound information except through Mebius's personal instruction.

　Clearly, the collaboration between Moros and Mebius had long transcended ordinary trust and was built on a foundation of deep understanding and a high degree of tacit agreement.

　"Moros, you've guessed wrong this time..."

　Mebius's voice, tinged with a mocking smile, traveled through the [Wraith Jar] into the necromancer's ears.

　She shook her head slightly, seemingly amused by Moros's misunderstanding.

　“Alishia’s arrival did interrupt my dissection, but that is not the main reason I contacted you this time.”

　She paused, as if choosing the right words, and then continued.

　"Moreover, her insight and interest in me also surprised me somewhat."

　Moros fell into a brief silence at the other end of the [Wraith Jar], seemingly pondering Mebius's words.

　A moment later, his voice rang out again, carrying a hint of undisguised emotion and nostalgia.

　“Alicia…she is indeed a special being. But what intrigues me more is, what is the real reason you contacted me?”

　Mebius took a deep breath, his voice revealing barely concealed excitement and exhilaration.

　"During the autopsy, I made a major discovery..."

　Moros listened quietly to Möbius's story, but deep down he wasn't really surprised.

　The Second Herrscher, the Herrscher of the Void, is an extremely special existence among all the Herrschers.

　With her direct connection to the imaginary space, she is a unique existence among the many Herrschers. She can be regarded as the Herrscher with the closest connection to the Cocoon of the End, apart from the Herrscher of the End.

　Given Mebius's intelligence and unique perspective, it's only natural that he would discover something through the dissection of the Herrscher of the Void's corpse.

　After listening to Mebius's account, Moros felt an indescribable surge of excitement.

　He knew exactly what Mebius meant by that.

　"So, you think the [Fusion Warrior Project] is ready to begin?"

　"That's not quite the case, but I believe that once I have thoroughly studied the Second Herrscher's corpse, the [Fusion Warrior Project] will have preliminary feasibility."

　Mebius nodded slightly, her voice revealing a firm and confident tone.

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Chapter 155 The War Led by Private Soldiers and Assassins

　After solemnly promising to provide full support to Mebius when he needed help, Moros exchanged a few words with Mebius before cutting off the magical communication through the [Wraith Jar].

　The necromancer's research on the fourth-level light magic [Teleportation] was only halfway done. If it weren't for Mebius's communication, he would never have put down his ongoing magical research and become distracted by other matters.

　However, in the end, Moros felt that interrupting his research on [Transposition] for the sake of Möbius's communication was worthwhile.

　Yes, I got it.

　Fusion warrior... I never imagined I'd become a participant in this project...

　Lost in thought, Moros, using his authority as the master of the magic guild, opened a portal to the library.

　Since there was nothing that Möbius needed his assistance with at the moment, Moros naturally had to devote his energy back to studying advanced magical knowledge.

　He had not forgotten how hopeless the future of his time was.

　Even with the demiplane as an escape route, Moros didn't want to hide in the demiplane without even daring to fight.

　From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

　Having experienced firsthand the immense benefits of abundant resources for magical research, Moros could no longer tolerate conducting his research using only the meager magical resources produced by the demiplane.

　While Moros and Mebius were busy with their own affairs, the debate among those in power who controlled the direction of human society regarding the vampire issue reached a fever pitch.

　Since Herbert successfully ascended to the position of the dominant power of the conglomerate he came from through the actions of the assassin "Forget-Me-Not," the contradiction between the elderly elites who support vampires gaining human rights and the middle-aged elites who vehemently oppose this view has been completely exposed, and the differences between the two sides can no longer be concealed.

　Subsequently, a tacitly concealed "war" quietly broke out from the public eye.

　With Herbert as a precedent, the struggle between the elderly and middle-aged elites is no longer limited to the political and economic spheres, but has escalated to a more dangerous physical contest.

　Both sides' private armies and assassins were frequently deployed, each attempting to physically eliminate the other.

　Although this confrontation was not as intense as the far-reaching and highly intense secret war between the necromancers and the Allied Forces.

　At least no city became a battleground for the private armies of both sides.

　But for those at the top of the pyramid of human society, the threat of this war is far greater than that of a secret war.

　The reason is quite simple.

　During the secret war, Moros did not deliberately target any powerful figure with a decapitation strike.

　This is not because he possesses lofty moral sentiments. As a necromancer who has reached the legendary level, Moros naturally has a flexible moral bottom line.

　Rather, he knew that in the fight against modern civilization—a behemoth that stands firm by the collective strength of the masses—the death of a few powerful figures would not weaken its power, but might instead stimulate its even greater war potential.

　In the eyes of necromancers, the essence of secret wars is the inevitable conflict between extraordinary individuals who emphasize individual will and technological civilizations that advocate collective power, living in the same era.

　Rather than resorting to crooked means and letting human civilization on this planet suffer an unwilling defeat, thus sowing seeds of future danger, it would be better to strike a fatal blow against human civilization once and for all, forcing them to acknowledge our status.

　As the saying goes, "A good start prevents a hundred bad ones," only by demonstrating one's strength can one gain the world's respect.

　Therefore, in the secret war, Moros only displayed his ferocity on the front lines, without using curses to remotely kill those high-ranking rulers.

　However, in this contest dominated by private soldiers and assassins, the two powerful figures with diametrically opposed stances regarded the physical elimination of their opponents as a shortcut to victory.

　In this clandestine and perilous confrontation, hundreds of private soldiers and assassins were thrown into this meat grinder-like war, risking their lives for every possible chance of victory.

　Similarly, one powerful figure after another fell in pools of blood, their lives extinguished in the vortex of power struggles and slaughter, becoming victims of this brutal war.

　When the harm suffered by those powerful and influential people accumulated to an unbearable level, they had no choice but to stop this endless assassination and murder.

　They sat down and concluded a binding treaty, agreeing to resolve their differences in a traditional way and to no longer turn the weapons of private soldiers and assassins against each other.

　As for the issue that ignited this secret war—whether vampire nobles should enjoy human rights—it was also clearly resolved in the treaty.

　Like the Washington Naval Treaty in history, based on the strength and status of the existing elite groups, they each obtained a corresponding number of slots to be transformed into vampires.

　With the formal signing and implementation of the treaty, this secret and dangerous war finally came to an end.

　Those powerful figures who truly control the fate of human society begin to re-examine their own positions and interests, while simultaneously devouring the interests of their colleagues who have fallen in this war.

　This is also the underlying reason why the two sides were eventually able to sit down at the negotiating table.

　The number of dead powerful figures was so large that the vacant pie of wealth was enough for every surviving one to feast on.

　Ultimately, the reason why those middle-aged elites who could afford the enhancement surgery offered by the Firemoth so resolutely resisted vampires gaining human rights was...

　It's not about waiting for the right opportunity to outlive those elderly powerful figures and then easily seizing the benefits they've held onto for so long.

　Now that they have already received enough benefits, they naturally won't push each other to the brink.

　The previous covert wars have fully demonstrated the terrible consequences of pushing the other side to the brink. If those middle-aged elites do not want to repeat the same mistake and experience the tragedy of losing their money before they can spend it all, they must know when to stop.

　Indeed, thanks to the outstanding performance of the assassin [Forget-Me-Not], the side opposing vampires' right to human rights had gained a certain advantage in the previous war.

　However, it is worth noting that [Forget-Me-Not] is not invincible.

　Although she possesses powerful swordsmanship, she has not undergone the [Fusion Warrior Surgery]. The [Forget-Me-Not] who transcends human limits is still a mortal being.

　This means that she cannot decide the final outcome of the war on her own.

　Therefore, overall, the war situation remains in a delicate balance.

　This is also one of the reasons why the reactionaries were willing to compromise.

Chapter 156 The Death of Herbert and the Restoration of Peace to Human Society

　This war, hidden from public view and led by private soldiers and assassins, not only forged the assassin "Forget Me Not" into a formidable name, but also made the international organization "Fire Moth," under the United Nations, famous among the elite.