Time flew by in a blink, and before long, it was the third day since Moros's birth.
As a newborn, his body was frail and his energy limited. Even as a transmigrator with a golden finger (cheat ability), Moros couldn't stay conscious for long periods.
So, during these three days, he had no opportunity to study the golden finger he possessed.
Every time he tried to focus his consciousness on the radiant orb in his mind, overwhelming fatigue would follow, forcing him to obey instinct and fall back into slumber.
As such, for the past few days, his life revolved mostly around eating, sleeping, and… pooping.
Naturally, the last part was profoundly humiliating for someone who had once been an adult.
But there was nothing he could do—no mere infant could possibly resist the nurses in the maternity ward.
Fortunately, he had been born healthy. Newborns like him only needed to stay in the ward for three days before going home.
And so, when Moros awoke from sleep again, he found himself no longer in the familiar setting of the hospital delivery room, but in a warmly decorated room instead.
Moros blinked and laboriously turned his head, surveying this new environment.
Hm... looks like the family I was born into isn't bad. I'm not the young master of a noble house, but this is probably a comfortable middle-class home.
Just as he was taking in everything around him, a familiar gentle voice spoke.
"Moros, what are you looking at?"
Hearing the voice, Moros turned his head with effort toward the source.
And then, a beautiful woman came into view. She wore a pale blue house dress, and her face was adorned with a gentle smile.
"Wah~ (Mommy)!"
It turns out Mobius is the real anomaly.
Even as a transmigrator, Moros couldn't possibly start speaking on his third day after birth—let alone recite his name right out of the womb.
"Sweetie, are you hungry?"
As a mother, Emma had taken to caring for the baby with instinctive ease.
To her, a baby crying could only mean two things: hunger or a dirty diaper.
Since there was no strange smell in the air, the answer was clear—he was hungry.
Sure enough, after being fed for a while, Moros fell asleep peacefully in her arms.
One month later.
Today's the day!
Waking from sleep once more, Moros immediately turned his consciousness toward the glowing orb in his mind.
Over the past month, he had repeated this process countless times.
Each time, he could feel himself drawing closer to truly making contact with the orb.
Based on his judgment, this time he'd be able to touch it.
Then I'll finally know what kind of golden finger I've received in exchange for transmigrating!
With that thought, Moros's consciousness reached out and touched the radiant orb.
At that moment, a flood of information burst forth from the orb, completely engulfing his awareness.
It wasn't until a full day later that Moros awoke again.
So… that's how I transmigrated…
Recalling the flood of information, Moros came to understand the circumstances behind his arrival in this world.
At the end of his previous life, he had made a pact with a great being. In exchange for his name, he was granted transmigration and a golden finger.
That was why the golden finger hadn't activated until he received a name again in this life.
Well then… time to see what kind of cheat I got in return for my old name.
Thinking this, Moros once again focused on the orb.
This time, it didn't flood him with information. Instead, he felt a sudden wave of vertigo wash over his consciousness.
When clarity returned, Moros was shocked to find himself hundreds of meters up in the air.
Help!!!
Panicking, Moros instinctively screamed. He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to witness the moment he splattered on the ground.
But after waiting a while, he felt no pain.
I'm… not dead?
Blinking, Moros realized that he was floating mid-air with no intention of falling.
Oh… right. I'm in my spiritual form now—no physical body.
Now calm, Moros began examining his surroundings.
From his current vantage point, he could see the ruins of a city sprawled out below.
Among the broken walls and rubble, one structure stood out—a building that radiated solemnity and mystery.
It was a tall, stone spire with a pointed roof and thick, heavy walls. What drew the eye most was the massive crimson energy band that ran across it.
The moment Moros focused on the crimson band, another stream of information surged into his mind.
Thanks to his prior experience, Moros remained conscious this time.
Shaking off the dizziness, he focused again.
In the next instant, his perspective plunged downward rapidly, and the ruins below zoomed in.
In the blink of an eye, Moros's spiritual form entered a dark gray palace.
So this is the interior of that stone spire...
After surveying the area and finding nothing noteworthy, he followed the guidance of the newly received information and headed toward the core of the spire—the Throne Hall.
As he stepped into the hall, a dazzling crystal floated down from mid-air.
Catching the crystal, Moros's eyes practically sparkled.
The Heart of the Lord!
This was the core of the golden finger he had received through the deal.
[Heart of the Lord]: Upon use, become a Lord and acquire a Hero identity.
Without hesitation, Moros opened his spiritual mouth and swallowed the crystal.
[Heart of the Lord] successfully used. Analyzing user's status...
User species: Human. Camps locked: Bastion, Stronghold, Swamp, Elemental, Inferno...
Available camps: Sanctum, Academy, Necropolis, Dungeon...
As the Heart of the Lord released its information, descriptions of the four available camps emerged in Moros's mind.
After weighing the pros and cons, Moros made his decision.
Although the Academy Camp had the best livability by far, Moros—who had been an ordinary man in his past life—knew his leadership skills likely weren't strong enough to handle a faction full of highly independent thinkers.
That left him with one real option.
Choose the Necropolis Camp!
The moment he made the choice, radiant energy beams shot out from the Heart of the Lord, binding him and the ruined city together.
It took nearly half a day before Moros finally regained consciousness.
[Village Hall]: Allows construction of buildings; generates 500 gold per day.
As a semi-transparent interface floated before him, Moros let out a hearty laugh.
"Ha… hahaha… hahahaha…"
He knew—starting today, he had officially become a Necropolis Lord.