Chapter 534: Chapter 494: 10 Minutes
In the Extraordinary World, there are so Lucky Ones, ordinary humans without heritage, who, by chance or coincidence, obtain Extraordinary Powers that many envy.
The man before , once a top pilot, now a drunkard, is one of them.
The so-called Storm Favored, just like the Wilderness Favored we t in Moore Town, receive significant amplification and favoritism in specific environnts.
That is to say, while other Transcendents find stormy weather terrifying, he finds it imnsely comfortable; he sustains no damage in the storm and even becos stronger. If he deepened his Cultivation, summoning a storm would be effortless.
However, the word “Passive” from the information indicates that he hasn’t trained his abilities.
“Surviving multiple plane crashes, he seems favored by luck, but continually losing his relatives, that’s the scent of misfortune, making him a pitiful person.”
Looking at the first Information Fragnt, Tang Qi sighed slightly.
Using the Body Control Spell, he dispelled the alcohol in the middle-aged man’s body, who gradually sobered up, his face still haggard and wasted.
“Mr. Eric Hartman?”
“Hmm?”
“You know a proper pilot shouldn’t indulge in alcohol, right?”
As Tang Qi spoke, he pointed to the empty wine bottle in his hand.
Eric Hartman, suddenly lucid from his drunken state, appeared confused for a few seconds, and upon fully awakening, he looked at Tang Qi, who didn’t hide his face.
Although he had passively beco a Storm Favored, he was after all a true Transcendent with basic perceptual abilities.
In his perception, the seemingly frail young man before him exuded an extrely terrifying aura. He seed to realize sothing, a faint hope flickering in his eyes.
He suddenly looked up, making eye contact with Tang Qi, his lips trembling slightly, his face showing hesitation, but eventually he spoke, “As long as you can let …”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hartman, resurrection is the domain of the Divine, I can’t do it, and even if there were ways, you definitely couldn’t afford the price. Since you’ve been at the Old Tavern, you must have heard many such stories. Resurrected relatives are never as you imagine them to be.”
Tang Qi interrupted him, calmly stating what he already knew.
As the Mysterious Side resurged, it brought chaos and horror, but also gave many hope.
Like so who beca Transcendents by luck, witnessing these extraordinary magical powers, they want to fulfill so previously elusive wishes; resurrecting their deceased relatives is one of the major choices.
But these peoples’ “attempts” never succeeded.
The most common outco:
“They dig up the bones of their relatives, but what cos back are Zombies, or Monsters occupying the corpses… So chant ancient Taboo Spells, trying to summon the souls of their relatives back from the Undead World, but what often returns are fearso Evil Spirits.”
“Do not provoke Death before becoming a Divine.”
Tang Qi uttered another iron rule of the Mysterious Side.
Actually, without Tang Qi’s reminder, as a Storm Favored, Eric Hartman had heard too many such stories while lingering in the Old Tavern, so despite missing his relatives imnsely, he never dared to touch the taboo.
He ca here hoping to be employed, holding onto the possibility of possessing an “Extraordinary Plane,” representing power whether it was an organization or an individual.
Perhaps, there could be another way.
But Tang Qi’s recent words extinguished the hope in his eyes.
Eric Hartman’s face fell once again, he slowly lowered his head, murmuring softly, “Then, I apologize for the disturbance.”
After speaking, he intended to rise and leave.
As Tang Qi said, in the Mysterious Side, traffic rules apply, and a drunkard cannot be a pilot.
Just as Eric was getting up, a calm voice entered his ears.
“I cannot resurrect the Dead, nor let you see the souls of your deceased relatives, because too much Ti has passed; they have already entered the ‘Mysterious’ world of Dead Souls, but if you wish, you can try sending them a ssage.”
“Just one chance, and you might not receive a reply.”
Tang Qi’s words instantly restored the light in Eric Hartman’s eyes.
He suddenly looked up, unable to hide the surprise and anxiety on his face, suppressing his urge, he trembled, “What price must I pay?”
Indeed, any Transcendent who had lingered in the Mysterious Side for a while knew that obtaining anything required a corresponding price.
Tang Qi looked at Eric Hartman; he indeed could enable Eric to “communicate” with his deceased relatives. If Eric’s relatives had just passed away, the Spirit Communication Secret dicine alone could enable him to et the souls of his relatives.
But seeing Eric’s wasted state, clearly his relatives had been dead for so ti.
Unless there was an accident, the Dead Souls would enter the “Mysterious,” an unknowable death World. What the final End Point is, that is another puzzle the Extraordinary World can’t explain.
Nearly all attempts to “bring back the Dead” end in failure and invoke terrible consequences.
But if it’s just passing on a ssage, the risks are less severe, and there’s even a substantial success rate.
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