When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1126: 452: The Miracle of Revival

Chapter 1126: Chapter 452: The Miracle of Revival

Once Aiwass restored Mu’s body to full health and replenished Little Cat’s stamina, he clapped his hands and turned his attention to the remains scattered across the ground.

Sine’s corpse had already lost all warmth by now.

From the abdon upward, it was almost completely shattered, leaving only a broken spinal column about a palm’s height. His robes were not entirely torn apart, with scraps of fabric strewn around and barely covering the bloodied and mangled organs. Saturated in blood, those remnants had now cooled and hardened into a desiccated, blackened state.

The ground was marked with blood spatter from where the lower half of the body had collapsed. By this ti, the bloodstains had dried completely, to the extent that even if Aiwass stepped directly on them, they would leave no trace on his feet.

Aiwass looked toward the Amber Master and asked, “Shall you do it, or shall I?”

“Best that you handle it,”

The Amber Master replied modestly, “My craft requires nding the damaged body, or outright creating a new body. We don’t have that kind of ti right now… unless you need even longer?”

“I’ve never actually tried this before.”

Aiwass shook his head and, under the suddenly alard gazes of those around him, calmly admitted, “This will be the first ti… but let give it a try.”

“Go ahead and try,” the Amber Master, serene and gentle as ever, was neither startled by Aiwass’s words nor overly concerned. Instead, he offered reassurance: “If you fail, I’m still here. Resurrecting the dead is, after all, a miracle. Failing at it is no fault.”

“After all, I was the one to gather everyone here. Even if so perish along the way, it doesn’t matter. As long as I survive until the end, I can revive all of you.”

Aiwass stepped forward and stretched his hand out over the corpse, attempting to sense sothing.

He beca acutely aware that the soul still lingered within the body.

“Not bad.”

Aiwass remarked, “This could be considered a ‘light death.'”

“L-Light death…”

The corner of the Wanderer’s mouth twitched.

But Aiwass only explained, “Just as wounds can be classified as minor, serious, or fatal, the mana required to heal them varies greatly… Resurrection works the sa way.”

“…Is… that so?”

“Indeed, it is,”

Aiwass nodded in agreent.

However, what he truly referred to was not the “difficulty” but the “cost of the miracle.”

Corpses that are relatively intact, recently deceased, and free of incurable conditions like amberfication or treeification, or untainted by curses from liches or witches, can only be classified as “light deaths.”

As for soone who has been dead for several days… or if Sine’s death had left behind more than a single “string,” reducing him to a re “dot” or even a tiny “speck,” then the difficulty of resurrection would naturally rise. It could be rated as a “serious death,” with the cost of such a miracle comparable to treating Pure White Amberfication.

Should the body have been reduced to ashes by fire, and the soul dissipated into the Source River, though not yet annihilated… Or, if treeification and amberfication had reached their final stage, resulting in a fully transford treant or amber entity, with the soul twisted or frozen along with it… Only then would Aiwass find it truly daunting—a “fatal death.”

Even so, it wasn’t impossible to revive such individuals; it would just require an imnse price to pay.

Now that Aiwass understood more about the secrets of the Pillar God, he began to comprehend the aning behind Candle Master’s words.

—If Aiwass ultimately failed to counter the Serpent Celestial Marshal and was instead devoured, Candle Master could at least preserve him as a Pillar God to prevent such a fate.

Just like the Supre Heaven and the Great Sage of bygone days—because they had each attained Pillar God status, they could not be rged. The Pillar God must remain pure and untainted.

If Aiwass could ascend to the status of Pillar God through the Path of Devotion, at the very least, the Serpent Celestial Marshal would be unable to leave this world in the perfect form of Holy Number Eleven. Conversely, if it consud Aiwass before departing, it could likely take the entirety of at least two Source Rivers’ worth of power along with it.

Should this not be the final cycle, and if the Amber still had enough strength to restart the world once more… then by the ti doomsday arrived, Aiwass—holding the Seat of Pillar God—could at least retain his mories. In the last cycle, Aiwass would therefore have a greater chance to stand against the Serpent Celestial Marshal.

From this perspective, Aiwass’s conversion rate as a “Sin Beast” wasn’t rely the safety net of “fallback inheritance” that Candle Master had initially implied. Instead, it could be viewed as the progress bar of his ongoing struggle against the Serpent Celestial Marshal. Thus, each “price” paid required thoughtful consideration.

Still, even knowing all this…

“If soone cries out for salvation…”

I don’t think I could turn a blind eye.

Aiwass murmured softly, undoing the buttons of his shirt with one hand.

Even Cardinal Galatea had never seen Aiwass’s transformation before, and so she fixed her gaze on the unfolding scene.

Aiwass’s body began to crack like fractured porcelain, and glowing, white skin began to bleed as shimring crimson rivulets trickled from the fissures.

In the next mont, the antlers atop Aiwass’s head began to radiate with a luminous brilliance.

Due to Zhu Tang’s ritual, many runes had been destroyed, leaving the light in this place dim and lifeless, like a cold and shadowy hospital corridor at dusk.

But now, dazzling light blood from the antlers!

Aiwass’s cracked body began to grow, flesh twisting, stretching, and reshaping, as in the blink of an eye, he transford into a half-man, half-deer form. His antlers extended higher than before, now over twenty centiters tall. A cluster of pure white flas burned at the tips of both antlers.

Mysterious and foreboding black totems appeared across his chest and abdon, while his lower half took the form of a majestic white stag. In his light purple crystalline eyes, golden-red flas flickered, reflecting the vertical slits of a beastly pupil.

The eyes of a deer should have rectangular pupils. But this was no true “White Stag”; this was the “Sin Beast.”

Even the illusion technique on Aiwass’s face unraveled—what the people now saw was no longer the young man who declared himself “Pope,” but the true visage of Pope Aiwass!

That sacred and inviolable figure struck awe into the hearts of those present, leaving no room for doubt in his words.

This was the posture of a myth!

The three-ter-tall demigod radiated brilliance, a stark contrast to the somber ground around him. Pure white light gathered into a lotus-like formation, shimring upon the earth. The antlers on his head emitted a comforting warmth.

Simply standing within this light, people felt their strength return.

And in that mont, Aiwass’s heart harbored no desire for transcendence.

The Serpent Celestial Marshal, the apocalypse, the secrets of the Tower of Heaven—none of these intrigued him anymore. His enhanced devotion brought him serenity and purity. Gazing at Sine’s tragic corpse stirred an unbidden flow of tears in Aiwass’s eyes.

A single tear coalesced at his chin and fell, shimring with pure white radiance.

As the tear landed, it create a silent ripple of light.

The pure white glow spread across the ground, causing Sine’s body to suddenly transform into a sphere of radiant light.

Its shape resembled the evolution of a Pokémon—pure white light condensed into a sphere, then elongated and morphed. When the luminescence dissipated, Sine stood once again, as if back to life.

His eyes remained closed, and severe wounds still marred his body. Yet these injuries, as though ti itself rewound, swiftly disappeared, leaving no trace of blood or damage. His figure appeared pristine.

If not for the torn upper half of his robe, others might think he had rely fallen asleep standing.

The next mont, Sine opened his eyes.

“Aahhh… huh?”

He instinctively let out a screech, leading those around him to believe for a split second that resurrection must be an excruciating process—but then, Sine’s scream abruptly cut off.

The reason he scread was because his mory froze at the final, agonizing mont of his death. His death was not instant; before his brain exploded, he had already suffered severely, electrocuted by the spell the Mirror Demon had deflected back at him. That sudden surge of high-voltage electricity had nearly killed him, and the overspill of arcane force fatally detonated him even before unconsciousness could overtake him.

He had experienced the abrupt plunge into dark oblivion, felt the hazy, epheral drift of a fragnted consciousness. Yet all that seed like an indistinct, forgotten dream. The resurgence of clarity in his mind imdiately stitched itself to the mories before death.

But in the instant Sine reflexively cried out, he realized sothing was off—his body felt warm and comfortable, completely devoid of the searing agony like countless steel pins driving into his bones. This dissonance brought a montary haze of confusion, rendering his mind blank.

“…So this is how the resurrection chanism works,”

Aiwass mused aloud, “This is my first ti learning it… If soone were to die in exhaustion on the battlefield, they might instinctively lash out upon revival. That’s valuable to know.”

As expected, this “light death” resurrection had cost virtually nothing.

Aiwass’s transformation rate hadn’t increased at all, still holding steady at 7%.

Of course, it was possible that the transformation rate didn’t display decimals… after all, his mana did indeed get consud. Yet even so, maintaining this divine state for another hour or two might have drained more mana than this resurrection had.

Turns out, resurrection really doesn’t cost that much, huh…

“Resurrection…?”

Sine’s voice wavered with hesitation and bewildernt as he gazed at Aiwass, struggling to believe what was happening before him.

Oh, right…

…He *did* say sothing about resurrection being possible after death.

A foggy mind gradually cleared, as if a groggy sleeper slowly regained full awareness. As the ntal reboot completed, Sine’s self-diagnostics kicked in, his thoughts snapping into focus.

Still sowhat incredulous about what he was seeing, Sine instinctively adjusted his glasses, only for his slightly overgrown fingernail to accidentally poke into his eye. This mishap elicited a pained yelp.

Yet this very real pain grounded him in the present mont. The sharp sting quickly gave way to tingling relief, and within two seconds, complete recovery followed.

—Wait, resurrection is actually real?!

Dude, I thought you were just being polite… but you’ve really got the power!