The next day.
The morning sunlight bathed the earth as Emma held Moros's hand, walking with him through the gates of the kindergarten.
Although Moros inwardly resisted the idea, he didn't let it show. His expression was calm, with just a slight frown that made him seem cold and indifferent.
Unlike the other children his age, he didn't cry or throw a tantrum.
He was a transmigrator, after all. No way was he going to be affected by other kids' crying.
His composure subtly influenced the children around him. They looked at each other, then at Moros. Slowly, the chorus of wailing began to quiet down.
If everyone was crying, then crying felt normal.But once someone wasn't, continuing to cry just made you look silly.
Seeing the classroom finally calming down, the teachers—who had just been overwhelmed by the earlier chaos—breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Naturally, they made a note of the one quiet, self-controlled child who stood out from the rest.
As for Moros, it wasn't until he was led into the classroom with the other children that he finally had the mind to assess his new classmates.
Hmm... just a bunch of little brats. Not worth my time.
With that judgment made, he shifted his attention away from them, reached into his schoolbag, and pulled out a book on Mu Continent geography, casually flipping through it.
The teachers didn't mind.
For a child just starting kindergarten, simply being quiet, calm, and seated was already impressive enough.
They didn't expect the new students to do much more.
After the routine round of self-introductions, Moros memorized the names of several teachers, then once again withdrew into his own world.
Which made sense.
At this point, Moros had already self-studied most of the knowledge that a junior high schooler on Mu Continent was expected to know.
Expecting him to sit through kindergarten lessons was, frankly, unreasonable.
When the bell rang for recess and the teachers announced free time, Moros stood up and left the classroom.
On his first day, he wanted to familiarize himself with the layout of the kindergarten—just in case something happened and he needed to retreat to a safe location.
Being a transmigrator came with a constant sense of unease.
While doing his scouting, Moros came across a little girl hiding and crying in a corner.
She looked only four or five years old, but her half green, half brown hair struck a strange chord of familiarity in him.
Have I seen her somewhere before?
Puzzled, Moros began searching through his memories.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't place where he might've seen this girl.
"Hi, I'm Moros. What's your name?"
Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped overthinking and simply approached the girl with a friendly tone.
As a child, no one would question him asking such a thing.
The girl lifted her head, eyes brimming with tears. She hesitated, a little scared of this stranger.
But finally, she gathered her courage and spoke, timidly.
"Vil-V."
The moment the name entered his ears, Moros—just one step away from becoming a Level 2 Necromancer—finally remembered where he'd seen her.
Flame-Chaser #5: Vil-V, the Magister of Helix.
Memories surged like a tidal wave.
In an instant, Moros understood exactly what kind of world he had been reborn into.
The Pre-Collapse Civilization of Honkai Impact 3rd—the one destroyed by the Herrscher of the End.
As a longtime "Captain" (player), Moros was quite familiar with the lore of the Previous Era.
The Flame-Chasers, powerful enough to crush Herrschers…The Herrscher of the End, capable of ending the world...
This was a high-stakes, top-tier setting.
Moros's heart grew heavy as he thought of that final, apocalyptic battle—where not even Kevin and the other fusion warriors could survive unscathed.
That was a true extinction-level event.
Everyone, except those in cryopods or the ones like Griseo, who escaped via spaceship, was wiped out by the End.
And those cryopods weren't ordinary tech either—they were the Fifth Divine Key: the Stigmata Key, "Everything Sleeps."
Thank god I was smart enough to get a sub-plane...
With that as his escape route, Moros could still stay calm.
"Huuu..."
He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart.
He forced himself to focus back on Vil-V, still just a small child, innocent and unaware of what she'd one day become.
Moros crouched down, gazing at her gently, and asked softly:
"Vil-V, why are you crying here all by yourself?"
Despite the storm in his heart, Moros kept his composure and continued the conversation.
Not because he wanted to cling to a future powerhouse.
Moros had pride. He had a golden finger.With such a good start, he was fully capable of surviving the apocalypse on his own.
"Mmm…"
Vil-V sobbed softly and looked up at Moros with teary eyes.
"Everyone says my hair color is weird… they won't play with me…"
As she spoke, her eyes welled up again, and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
Moros fell silent.
At that moment, he realized something.
This Vil-V was not yet the genius engineer of the Flame-Chasers.
Right now, she was just a lonely little girl being bullied for being different.
Happy childhoods heal a person for life.Unhappy ones take a lifetime to heal.
And clearly, Vil-V belonged to the latter.
That thought stirred something in Moros's heart.
He took a step forward, reached out, and gently patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't cry. The ones who mock you are just ignorant and childish. Don't pay attention to them. If no one wants to play with you, then I will."
Vil-V paused, wiping her tears with messy hands, and looked at him with hopeful eyes.
"Really?"
"Really. Would you like to be my friend?"
Moros smiled, eyes full of sincerity.
"Mhm!"
Vil-V nodded vigorously, her face blooming into a radiant smile.
Maybe having a friend... isn't so bad.
As he looked at Vil-V's joyful expression, a warmth welled up inside Moros.
"Come on, let's go play."
He extended his hand to her, invitingly.
Vil-V stared at his hand, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Carefully, she reached out and held it, using Moros's support to stand up.
In that moment, a warm force flowed into her heart.
I have a friend now!
That realization quietly took root in her young heart, and the smile that spread across her face was like morning sunlight—bright and full of hope.