Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Therefore, when he stepped out of the remote portal, the artificial intelligence that managed the institute did not exhibit any unfriendly behavior.

　On the contrary, it led the necromancer toward the laboratory where Mebius was in an extremely friendly manner.

　As Moros stepped into a corridor inside the research institute, his gaze fell upon the figure of a girl with short, emerald-green hair.

　"Hi, Klein, long time no see."

　As soon as Moros finished speaking, Klein's eyes lit up with surprise.

　She strode forward, her hands unconsciously clasped in front of her chest, as if to confirm the reality of what she was seeing.

　"It really is you, Lord Moros! Thank goodness, you've finally arrived!"

　"Klein, you seem to be in such a hurry. Has Möbius locked himself in the lab again, working day and night?"

　Moros smiled, his tone slightly teasing.

　"Uh-huh!"

　Klein nodded, his brow furrowed with worry.

　"Yes, Lord Moros, as you know, Dr. Mebius often loses track of time once she gets into her research. I'm worried that her health won't be able to keep up, after all, she's been working for several days in a row and has hardly had any rest."

　Klein, being a fellow Hero-class Fusion Warrior, naturally understood that such a workload was actually more than enough for Mebius.

　However, as someone who understood Möbius, she couldn't bear to see her doctor so recklessly devoted to his work.

　Yes, don't let Klein's delicate and fragile appearance fool you. After undergoing the transformative surgery performed by Mebius, her physical abilities have become...

　A true and undisputed Hero-class Fusion Warrior.

　However, Klein's footsteps never set foot on that battlefield filled with smoke and fighting against the Honkai.

　Therefore, how much potential she can unleash and how much power she can release within this fused warrior's body is indeed a mystery that is difficult to estimate accurately.

　Of course, neither Moros nor Mebius would have the heart to place Klein on that perilous battlefield.

　In their hearts, Klein's existence was far more precious than any battle.

　Therefore, for Klein, the question of whether he could unleash the full power of a Fusion Warrior on the battlefield was not a real problem at all.

　Getting back to the point, facing Klein's expectant and pleading gaze, Moros gently patted her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile.

　“Klein, don’t worry. I came here to check on Möbius. Take me to her. I’ll have a good talk with her and make her understand that health is the most important thing. Research is important, but health is even more crucial.”

　Upon hearing this, Klein felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders, and a grateful smile bloomed on her face.

　“That’s great, Lord Moros. With you here, I’m sure the Doctor will listen. Please come with me; she should be busy in the deepest part of the laboratory right now.”

　With that, Klein turned and led Moros deeper into the laboratory.

　Along the way, she would occasionally tell Moros about Möbius's recent research projects and her own concerns about Möbius's health.

　Listening quietly, Moros occasionally nodded in understanding, but in his heart, he was calculating how to persuade Möbius to take a break in the most effective way.

　Finally, they arrived at the door of the laboratory where Möbius was located.

　Klein gently pressed the doorbell, and Mebius's slightly tired but still focused voice came from inside.

　"Come in."

　Pushing open the door, Moros immediately saw Möbius sitting at the lab table, intently studying something.

　Her eyes sparkled with a longing for the unknown, but her face was slightly pale.

　Clearly, she had been working continuously for a long time.

　"Mebius, long time no see."

　Moros greeted him softly, his tone carrying a hint of gentleness and reproach.

　When Mebius heard that familiar and warm voice, she suddenly looked up, her unique pink-green gradient snake eyes flashing with surprise.

　Immediately, an apologetic smile spread across her lips.

　"Moros, what brings you here? Didn't I tell you everything's fine here and there's nothing to worry about?"

　Walking up to her, taking her hand in his, and feeling its icy touch, the necromancer felt a pang of heartache.

　"Mebius, look at yourself, you're exhausted, and you still say everything's fine?"

　With that, he pulled Mebius into his arms.

　Then, he turned to look at Klein.

　"Klein, leave the doctor to me for now."

　Klein smiled and nodded, his eyes full of understanding and reassurance.

　"Yes, Lord Moros, then I'll leave it to you."

Chapter 703 The Bond of Love

　After pulling Mebius out of that laboratory filled with data and test tubes, Moros extended an invitation to her to spend some romantic time together in an undeniable yet tender tone.

　In response, although Möbius used seemingly dismissive words such as "This is such a hassle" and "Won't this waste several hours of my research time?", the playfulness and helplessness in her words could not hide the true turmoil in her heart.

　A faint blush appeared on her fair, flawless face, as white as the first snow, like the gentlest glow of dawn on the horizon, both shy and captivating.

　The slight, unintentional upturn of her lips silently betrayed her inner joy and anticipation.

　A girl's blush speaks louder than any words.

　Although sometimes blushing is not because of shyness, but because of anger caused by certain people.

　But at least in this moment, Mebius did experience the taste of love.

　No wonder Blanca made that choice...

　She silently repeated the words to herself, unconsciously tightening her arms around him.

　Sensing Mebius's subtle movement, Moros turned his head gently, looking at her with concern in his eyes.

　"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

　"No, it's nothing."

　He shook his head, and a brighter smile spread across Möbius's face.

　She then cleverly concealed the turmoil in her heart, wishing only to immerse herself in this rare romance and warmth with Moros, making this moment an eternal and beautiful memory in each other's hearts.

　After spending a pleasant day with Mebius, Moros reluctantly said goodbye to her.

　He then opened the gate to the Victoria Grand Hotel where Velvi was located.

　A remote portal to a comprehensive research and manufacturing base deep in the desert.

　However, to Moros's slight surprise, when he slowly stepped out of the remote portal, he immediately caught sight of Velvi's captivatingly beautiful figure.

　"Vilvie, were you... waiting for me on purpose?"

　"Of course, mentor!"

　With her hands on her hips, a charming smile played on her lips, and her pink eyes sparkled with undisguised joy.

　Bathed in soft light, her two-tone short hair seemed to come alive, shimmering with a captivating luster, perfectly showcasing the girl's innocence and playfulness.

　Looking at Vervies like this, Moros felt an indescribable warmth welling up in his heart.

　He strode forward, reached out his hands, and gently embraced her.

　"My apprentice, it feels so good to see you again."

　Moros's voice was deep and affectionate, every word conveying his deep affection for Vervie.

　He raised his hand and gently stroked the ends of Vervi's hair. The two-tone short hair danced lightly on his fingertips, like the most beautiful melody.

　Feeling her lover's warm palm brushing against the top of her head, a radiant smile bloomed on Vervi's face, her eyes sparkling with happiness and sweetness.

　“Me too, Moros.”

　Her voice revealed her deep love and attachment to the necromancer.

　After cuddling for a while, the two slowly separated, but the deep affection and reluctance still lingered in their eyes, like the thin mist in the morning light, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

　Just then, as if touched by a sudden, interesting thought, Velvi blinked her large, intelligent and charming eyes.

　"Mentor, guess who I am today?"

　Her words carried a hint of playfulness and mystery, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, creating a captivating smile.

　"Um...you are..."

　After carefully examining the girl before him, Moros tentatively asked.

　"magician?!"

　"woo"

　Hearing her lover's accurate answer, Vervi pouted slightly, pretending to be angry, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her inner joy.

　Clearly, she was both surprised and pleased that Moros had seen through her disguise at a glance.

　Of course, she wouldn't easily admit this joy verbally.

　She complained, feigning dissatisfaction.

　How could you tell that?

　Her words carried a hint of coquetry, making one unable to help but feel affection for her.

　Upon hearing this, the necromancer couldn't help but chuckle.

　However, deep in his heart, he was filled with endless doting and tenderness for Virvi.

　Moros had a deep, visceral understanding of Vervie.

　Whether it's the magician lady who's currently talking to him face to face, or the other personalities of Velvey who might be silently watching him from the shadows.

　Magician, expert, mystic, conductor, all flavors, teacher, id, extreme evil.

　Each of these eight personalities is unique and exudes its own distinct charm, yet without exception, they all captivate Moros.

　Each of them is an irreplaceable treasure in his heart, an indispensable part of his life.

　This understanding is the result of the accumulation of time and emotions, an unbreakable bond between the two, and the fundamental reason why the necromancer can easily distinguish which of the eight personalities the Vilvie in front of him is.

　Having understood her lover's deep affection and understanding, a charming blush involuntarily appeared on the magician's face.

　Gazing at the captivating blush on Vervie's face, a deeper tenderness welled up in Moros's heart.

　He carefully took Vilvi's hand and, with an almost reverent gesture, led her to the rest area to sit down.

　“Vilvie, do you know? In this complicated world, no matter what identity or appearance you have when you appear before me, to me you are a unique and irreplaceable treasure.”

　Gazing deeply into Velvi's eyes, every word Morros spoke seemed to possess endless magic, reaching the deepest part of Velvi's heart and stirring up ripples.

　Upon hearing this, the magician's eyes shone even brighter.

　She leaned gently on Moros's shoulder, feeling the warmth and steadfastness from her lover, her heart filled with unparalleled peace and happiness.

　"Moros, my heart is with you. Whether I am a magician, an expert, a mystic, or any other personality, I love you deeply and cherish you. Because in this vast universe, you are the only one I want to hold onto tightly."

　Vervi's voice was soft yet firm, each word like a sweet spring flowing from the depths of her heart, nourishing Moros's soul.

　The two sat there quietly, as if the whole world had stood still.

　The surrounding air became unusually gentle, and even the passage of time seemed to slow down and lengthen, as if at this moment...

　They possessed the entire universe.

Chapter 704 Signs of the End

　In most cases, time is fair and impartial to everyone.

　Whether you are a billionaire or an ordinary citizen, time will not favor either side and will always treat everyone fairly.

　Therefore, every moment that Morros spent with his beloved would not become a stumbling block to the ever-moving progress of time in the world.

　Two months have passed since the twelfth Great Collapse came to an end.

　On this blue planet, the concentration of Honkai energy is rising silently, gradually accumulating to a critical point.

　Based on comprehensive and detailed records and in-depth scientific research on the past twelve major collapses, Dr. Mei, with her profound professional expertise and keen analytical insight, was able to deduce and predict that the thirteenth, and final, major collapse is about to occur.

　Therefore, she had to temporarily set aside the offspring of her and Kevin that was growing vigorously in the incubation chamber and focus all her attention on the first divine key, the key of revelation, the Void Treasury, which had been forged and completed.

　This Divine Key, crafted using the Herrscher Core of the First Herrscher of Reason as its core material, normally takes the form of a golden hexahedron.