Among all the countless souls...
There was one whose reaction was completely different from the rest.
Because at that mont, he was utterly dumbfounded.
That’s right—it was Charles!
He had only just beco a soul after sacrificing his life to summon stellar reinforcents. Yet barely monts after his death, he received a ssage from Daniel.
Wait, what?
Why was Daniel here?
And even more shockingly—he was going to resurrect all souls?
When did Daniel beco the Lord of the City of the Undead?
Hadn’t he always been in the real world?
Just two hours ago, they had still been holding a eting together, discussing how to counter the angels.
How, in the blink of an eye—between a first-class transformation and now—had Daniel beco the lord of the City of the Undead?
In truth, Charles had long received the mission from the Luck Goddess.
He simply hadn’t told anyone and had ntally prepared himself for death.
From his perspective, as long as he served the Luck Goddess, even dying wasn’t a big deal.
Yet what he hadn’t expected at all was that right after dying, he would be told by Daniel... that he could co back to life again.
All that psychological preparation he’d done over the years... was it all for nothing?
And yet, despite his astonishnt, Charles harbored no doubts about Daniel’s ssage—in fact, he believed in it completely.
Because he knew Daniel well. He was a man who always did what he said.
No matter how implausible the announcent might seem, Charles would choose to trust him without hesitation.
So, without any further thought, Charles stepped onto the teleportation array and set off toward the City of the Undead.
But just as he arrived at the city, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
At the sa ti, a gentle blue light enveloped his soul.
Charles felt as if he had returned to the mont of his birth, wrapped in warmth and comfort.
He let out a tired yawn, his body and soul feeling completely at ease.
So sleepy... Maybe I’ll just sleep a little...
But just then, a ssage appeared before his eyes:
[Please select your resurrection location.]
Charles froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Within his field of vision appeared a vast, detailed world map of the Myriad Races.
Thousands of resurrection points dotted the map, each glowing faintly as if to attract his attention.
Then, another ssage followed:
[Your physical body is intact. Would you like to revive using your original body?]
[Please make your selection quickly. You will be revived at a random location in 10 seconds.]
Charles made his decision after a brief mont of thought:
"I’ll revive in the Northern Frontier of the Human Realm."
He had already completed the mission entrusted to him by the god.
Now, his next objective was to complete his Star Upgrade Quest as soon as possible and strengthen himself further.
...
anwhile, in the City of the Undead, Daniel was casting one skill after another without any pause between them.
With each use of Mass Resurrection, countless undead were transford back into living beings.
Most of these souls chose to be reborn at the birthplaces of their own respective races.
"This is the world of the living... I’ve actually been revived!!"
"It’s unbelievable! I can continue my plans now!"
Amidst the ecstatic cries, one Artist looked around at his surroundings.
He hadn’t expected that there would even be a resurrection point near Artist City.
But that was a good thing—it made returning to his lab much more convenient, so he could continue his mad experints.
His eyes glowed with a crazed light. Even after being resurrected, the madness in his mind hadn’t diminished in the slightest.
"I’ll create even stronger weapons! I will destroy this world completely!!"
But just as he was spiraling into his madness, a flash of sword light streaked through his vision, and his head flew cleanly from his body.
"Seriously... These Artists are out of their minds!"
The one who spoke was a top-tier Awakener, exhaustion visible on his face.
And just like him, many others were stationed around the resurrection points.
This was one of the asures Daniel had arranged when setting up the resurrection system—he knew that not all who returned would be allies.
There would be enemies among the resurrected as well.
The duty of these Awakeners stationed at the revival sites was simple: eliminate the enemies imdiately.
Thankfully, these enemies were easy to identify. Most had been twisted by various forces during their undead existence, and upon resurrection, they erged completely unhinged.
Daniel had no intention of showing rcy to these maniacs.
"The first batch of resurrections is complete. Begin cleansing the mad ones."
No one had anticipated that the first thing awaiting them after resurrection wouldn’t be a celebration—but a bloody purge.
Any who were deed enemies of the Myriad Races were killed on the spot, often before they could even react.
Even those few who narrowly escaped death were stopped before they could leave the resurrection zones.
Because—there was one more step.
"All resurrected individuals, please enter the Gate of Judgnt ahead of you. Only by passing judgnt will you be granted true rebirth."
"The Gate of Judgnt only identifies major cris, so there’s no need to worry."
Upon hearing this broadcast, most of the resurrected souls remained calm.
Only a small fraction suddenly turned pale, trying to flee on instinct.
But the mont they tried to move, the high-level Awakeners outside the gates swiftly struck them down.
This Gate of Judgnt was a mind-reading formation created by a team of psychology-specialized Awakeners.
Its function was straightforward—by asking targeted questions, it could determine whether the person in front of it had committed heinous acts.
In addition, Daniel had assigned a group of scholars to match every known historical criminal with those appearing through resurrection.
Though tedious, the work was of the utmost importance to all races.
Because reviving a criminal or a monster could bring untold devastation to any one of them.
Back among the crowd of resurrected individuals, people were already eagerly talking:
"This is amazing! I’m alive again! I’ll pass the Gate of Judgnt now—I want to go ho!"
"Damn... I’ve been dead for 2,000 years. My ho probably doesn’t exist anymore, but I still want to see my holand again!"
"Can I please go through the Gate first? I’m in a hurry!"
"It feels so good to be alive. Thank you, Lord Daniel! It’s a sha we’ll probably never get to see him again..."
"No matter what, the next ti I die, I’ll personally thank him!"
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