When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 933 - 300: Personal... Younger Sister?

Chapter 933: Chapter 300: Personal… Younger Sister?

“…It’s not exactly a resurrection.”

Aleister let out a sigh of relief, feigning nonchalance and casually said, “After all, she never completely died… If her soul had already drifted into The River of the Dream Realm, I certainly couldn’t retrieve it. From this perspective, I do indeed have to thank the Earl.”

Actually, Aleister himself had also broken into a sweat.

Although her path to Transcendence had reached the Fourth Level, becoming the backbone force of Transcendent ones in most countries, capable of completing most rituals… but trying a Resurrection Ritual was still a first for her.

Even though it required a whole soul and a body still clinging to vital energy… and even though this kind of resurrection wasn’t thorough, with the soul eventually leaving the body after a certain period, necessitating another resurrection or using other methods for soul anchoring.

But this was after all a genuine “Resurrection Ritual.”

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Not the kind of unclear resurrection of the Son of the Moon, where you’re not sure if the person resurrected is themselves, but truly returning the original soul to its own body—a genuine resurrection.

This is one of the earliest “resurrection” abilities that Transcendents can come into contact with.

When the girl sat up from the bed, she glanced at Lady Honey Badger, who had disguised herself as a middle-aged man, and at Aleister, who had reverted to looking like Aiwass, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to shield her body. She looked around in confusion, yet deep in her pupils, fear still lingered.

Everything that had happened before was imprinted in her mind as clearly as a nightmare, which she feared she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Looking at the girl’s clear yet foolish gaze, Aleister said leisurely from the side, “You are very lucky, miss. You encountered me—so you had the chance to return to your own body, instead of… ending up like them.”

As she spoke, Aleister stretched out her hand to point at the bed filled with souls.

Christina subconsciously followed Aleister’s hand and looked over, then let out a terrified scream: “Aaaah!!”

Because she had indeed “died once” and existed in the form of a soul for a brief few hours… she now had the adaptability to the Path of Dusk. It wasn’t clear how strong it was, but at least she had gained the innate ability to see spirits.

In her current view, that once-soft and luxurious bed now appeared like a chocolate teeming with maggots—on that red bed laid numerous pure white, semi-translucent spiritual bodies.

Most of these spiritual bodies had already shrunk into a sort of maggot-like “cocoon.” Their limbs were withered, heads fused with bodies, turning into fat, white bugs.

And there were a few spiritual bodies where you could still vaguely make out their graceful figures, but their heads and limbs had become thin, looking like stretched rice cake. Only two or three spiritual bodies still had features that were somewhat blurry, and they were gazing with a resentful look at her.

The moment she saw them, the foggy memories in Christina’s mind suddenly became clear.

She finally remembered that when she was muddled, she was lying with these souls, entwined together!

A strong sense of nausea made her want to vomit, and her stomach responded as well. But at that moment, her body didn’t react at all, she did not bend over. Instead, it made her choke and cough. The violent coughing alleviated her urge to vomit, replaced by panic: “Why… my… body…”

Her speech was also disjointed, her once agile tongue seemed disobedient. It took her some time before she suddenly recovered.

“Because you’re already dead, girl.”

Aleister pronounced her death sentence without hesitation: “It’s not ‘your soul temporarily left your body’, but rather, I summoned your soul back and stuffed it into your body, postponing this death.”

Christina glanced at Aleister, who had reverted to Aiwass’ appearance, a look of reverence and gratitude flashed in her eyes.

“Honorable sir…”

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She fell silent for a moment, then lowered her head a bit despondently and spoke intermittently, “I have nothing… with which to… repay…”

She was smart, so she knew that the other’s effort to “resurrect” her was most likely to get something from her.

But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what value she could have, other than her body…

Aleister smiled, and under her astonished and delighted gaze, she changed back into Beyard.

“You…??”

“Shh, don’t worry about it.”

Aleister placed a finger to her lips and smiled mysteriously.

She walked over to Christina, draped a blanket over her, and cradled her gently: “I want to make a deal with you…”

“I agree.”

Christina answered without hesitation.

To her surprise, Aleister was somewhat astonished: “You haven’t even heard what I want to say!”

She glanced at the ice sculpture in the room, showing a trace of fear on her face: “Whatever… it is… I agree.”

Although it was just a silhouette…

She could tell, that the ice sculpture was none other than Count Doane, who had seemed like a god in strength before her!

Since she was killed by Count Doane, and these two finished off Count Doane and resurrected her… it meant they were far stronger than Count Doane.

If she couldn’t resist Count Doane, she had even less capability to resist these two!

Even without speaking of gratitude or remuneration, she had no room to bargain.

Finally, Aleister took some interest in her: “What’s your name?”

“Christina… Webber.”

The girl wrapped herself in the blanket, her tongue awkwardly responding and she tried hard not to bite it.

Having realized her mistake and knowing what was important… she was not that foolish after all.

Through the Mirror Demon, Aleister knew what she had originally planned to do. Fortunately, an evil act and fall had not yet taken place… and now, there was a chance for redemption.

This was also why the Earthbound Spirit called for Aleister.

“So, Miss Webber. Your body, as it is, is not something you can fully control by yourself. It’s like a resurrected corpse—slow to move, slow to speak. There is now a gap between your soul and your body, and it’s unlikely you’ll manage to control your body with precision. It’s possible that after some time, your soul will leave the body on its own.”

Aleister spoke slowly: “But I have a mutually beneficial deal here.

“I plan to implant a Spiritual Body into your physical body, which the two of you will share. With her filling, at least you can use this body more conveniently and if your soul accidentally leaves the body, she can pull it back for you.

“She can be considered your senior, with Fifth Power Level. If you face any danger, you can also ask for her assistance.

“With her help… not only can you regain mobility, but you also have an opportunity to delve deeper on the Path of Dusk. As compensation, you’ll have to do some things for me.”

For Christina, this could probably be considered like having a personal grandfather by her side.

…Given Alice’s actual situation, perhaps it could also be regarded as having a little sister by her side?

“I… agree.”

Christina responded readily.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart—being a pawn for a powerful being was at least better than the worst scenario she had feared.

And so, Aleister pressed the vibrating, humming “Follower Card: Earthbound Spirit (Death)” against her forehead, and Christina felt its tremors, closing her eyes in fear.

But it was not that complicated—

—Release the card.

Aleister thought to himself.

In the next moment, the Tarot card began to disintegrate on its own, breaking down. It dissolved into black salt and yellow smoke that wafted out and was directly absorbed by Christina’s body—as a “resurrected corpse”, she was the best vessel for such specters.

After a long while, Christina slowly opened her eyes.

There was no fear in those eyes, but instead, there was affinity and gratitude.

“Master…”

Alice said in a low voice: “Thank you…”