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SSS-Class Revival Hunter-Chapter 231: My Legion (1)

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Chapter 231: My Legion (1)

Silence fell in the dark alley.

Viscountess Amethyst looked around, her very clear purple mirrors embracing the entire alley. “So you want to revive Mr. Yoo Soo-Ha. Interesting. The ambience here isn’t really fit for resurrection. Are you aware of that, Mr. Gong-Ja?

Amethyst stepped in the puddle. The plastic bottle floating on the surface got caught in her feet, so she picked it up with her white fingers.

“Think about this bottle. It was probably imported from the outside world. Although it’s nothing more than a cheap drink, someone wanted to have it imported so they could drink it in this place, even if it meant spending a fortune. They drank every drop sparingly... Oh, no. The last drop is gone now.”

She hummed.

“They cherished the drink very much, so it would have felt like a waste to just throw it away. Maybe they used it as a water bottle for a while. Perhaps it became a pencil case. Still, this kind of affection has its limits.”

Amethyst threw the plastic bottle back into the muddy water, where it was slowly submerged until it stopped moving.

“So the trash was thrown back to where it belonged.”

Before I knew it, Amethyst was standing between Yoo Soo-Ha and me. The two of us looked at her, not saying a word. Yoo Soo-Ha was probably quiet because he instinctively felt that he would be screwed if he provoked her rashly.

“In this place, everything that was once abandoned has been abandoned once again.”

The people abandoned from that vast outside world had flocked to the Tower and founded Babylon. Those abandoned by Babylon crawled back into the corner alleys and built the slums. Now, even here, there were ugly, abandoned houses among other eyesores.

Eerie silence fell around us.

“You said you want to revive him here, of all places.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

Amethyst smiled. “Okay. Do you mind if you explain to me how you’re going to do that?”

I looked at her. Yes, I wasn’t just doing it for her. I had to prove this to everyone who had been abandoned multiple times.

“As you know, I already have the Skill that summons the dead.”

Fwoosh.

A golden card glowed in my hand.

Monster Legion Reincarnation

Class: SSS

Effects: You are able to summon those you killed as monsters. The deceased won’t have their original abilities. However, if you wish, the deceased will have their memory and appearance. If not, they are summoned as monsters like goblins, orcs, zombies, and skeletons.

※However, you can summon your legion only once a week.

I took out another card. “And I also have the Skill that gives them a vessel if I have their memories.”

The Earthbone Dragon’s Skull

Class: SSS+

Effect: You can store memories of the living in a Box.

This Box can only be destroyed by you, the person who possesses the Skill. As long as the Box is not destroyed, you can create a vessel carrying the same memories over and over again.

This new vessel can travel around the universe, form new memories, and update those in the Box. Of course, they need your permission to do so. Even if the vessel perishes, the Box will not take any damage.

Grant the privilege of immortality to those around you.

※The memories of the perished being cannot be updated in the Box.

I showed her the two cards.

“Tower Master.”

“Yes, Mr. Gong-Ja?”

“If I use both Skills in unison, I can revive Yoo Soo-Ha.”

Yoo Soo-Ha’s shoulders hunched, slightly overwhelmed with what was going on.

“Please let me,” I said again.

Amethyst’s eyes narrowed.

“Hmm. Interesting and extremely witty. Sure, you have permission to go ahead with what you have in mind.” She lifted her finger and swiped it across my card. “But please read the description of the skill carefully. Let’s start with Monster Legion Reincarnation.”

You are able to summon those you killed as monsters. The deceased won’t have their original abilities.

“Look,” Amethyst said. “It clearly says this only works on deceased people. Just because a person was summoned through Monster Legion Reincarnation, it doesn’t mean that the person came back to life. Look at Mr. Yoo Soo-Ha over there, for example.”

He flinched.

“He’s not alive. He’s a summon. So to speak, he’s a doll that looks exactly like the real Yoo Soo-Ha did before he died, and his memories from before death are overlaid on that doll.” Amethyst smiled. “Well then. Let’s look at the next card.”

You can store memories of the living in a Box.

As long as the Box is not destroyed, you can create a vessel carrying the same memories over and over again.

She snapped her fingers and tapped the card. “It’s very clearly stated that the Skill stores the memories of the living. It doesn’t work on people who have already died. A spirit or a summon who was brought back through a Skill doesn’t count either. Only the memory of someone who is still alive can be stored in a Box.”

Amethyst tilted her head. “It’s a shame. If Mr. Yoo Soo-ha were still alive, he would have been able to store the memories in the Box without any problems. A Skill is very strict, so no matter how unfortunate the circumstance is, I can’t allow an exception. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “No, there’s no need to be sorry, Tower Master.”

“Hmm? What are you saying?”

“For me, the process of collecting memories, regardless if I do it from the living or dead, is unnecessary.”

From the moment I saw Earthbone Dragon’s Skull, I already planned out the whole thing.

Amethyst closed her mouth. The tension in the alley became much thicker. As I stared into her purple eyes, I stated, “Monster Legion Reincarnation already stores all the memories of the dead. This skill can technically act as a Box since it contains the memories of Yoo Soo-Ha, the Constellation Murderer, Goldencup, Preta, and the followers of the Heavenly Demon Cult.”

Under my feet, from the very shadow that had already created Yoo Soo-Ha, more monsters were summoned.

The shadow grew wider and wider, shrouding the plastic bottle at Amethyst’s feet in darkness, then the entire dirt puddle. The ruined alleys were next, then the slum filled with abandoned houses, and finally everything that had been abandoned not once, but twice in this world.

Preta, the cultists, Goldencup, the Constellation Murderer—all the people I had taken under my shadow slowly raised their heads one by one. With all of them rallied behind me, I continued talking to Amethyst.

“My Monster Legion Reincarnation is already a Box. Since I already have access to all of these people’s memories, there is no need to find the timelines when they are alive and retrieve their memories. Tower Master, that process is unnecessary to me. All I need is vessels for them.

“They’re bound to my Skill. When I call, they’re summoned immediately. They don’t get to keep any of the abilities they had before their death. Instead of being moveable dolls that have memories, I want them to have bodies of their own. That’s all I want.

Rather than being dolls chained to me, they would be able to go anywhere and do whatever they wanted, like average humans.

Amethyst pressed her lips tightly. The monsters that had risen from my shadow looked at her, their shadows indistinguishable from the puddle. It looked as if countless stars were looking up at her.

“Death King, I take it you won’t stop just at Mr. Yoo Soo-Ha, will you?”

I nodded. “Yes, I hope that all of them can be revived here.”

***

After who knew how long, Amethyst broke the silence with her laughter. “Aha... Hmm. I see.”

I didn’t know what she saw exactly. The only thing I could tell was that she was having a lot of fun. Judging by her expression, she was very satisfied with my new way of using the Skills.

Amethyst tapped the puddle with the tip of her foot, sending mud flying around. Just before the filthy water droplets got on her socks and calves, they stopped in mid-air.

“Everyone should be allowed to have a second chance in life. That’s why I built the Tower.”

Time stopped. Amethyst playfully tapped the puddle once more. The hem of her skirt fluttered like the dome of a circus tent ravaged by strong winds as she clapped along with a bright smile.

“Mr. Gong-Ja, you’re trying to build your own Tower within my own Tower.”

She simply clapped but, since time stopped, her clapping sounded like a bell ringing in the night. If there were beings around unaffected by the paused time, they would have undoubtedly heard the clap just now.

Amethyst beamed. I had never seen her smile as brightly as she did now. Like a singer on stage or a conductor facing an orchestra, she stood in the middle of the ruined slum area with her arms wide open.

“Okay, everyone. To the newbie who dares to challenge me, I’ll show you how someone much more experienced does it. Everyone! Please come here!”

The night sky was torn apart—there was no other way to express it. A long wound opened in the sky, as if some giant god had cut it in half with a sword, or as if an invisible zipper was hanging in the night sky and someone had pulled it down from the outside.

The full moon, the stars, the moonlight, the starlight, and finally, the entire sky split in two. Only the darkness breathed in that crack in the sky.