Chapter 359 Resurrection
Absolute darkness and nothingness.
Consciousness is as if it has been plunged into an abyss where even time does not exist, and all perception, thought, and sense of existence are completely stripped away.
Then……
pain!
The indescribable, soul-level pain was like millions of red-hot steel needles piercing every corner of his consciousness at the same time, forcibly tearing him out of that absolute "nothingness"!
"Ugh!!!"
Jemin opened his eyes abruptly, but all he could see was a blur.
He struggled instinctively until his pupils refocused, only to find himself suspended in a liquid that glowed with a faint green light.
My body was immersed in a viscous liquid, my mouth and nose were covered by a respirator, and I felt a strange sense of weakness and powerlessness in my limbs.
He was inside a huge glass culture vessel.
After the initial excruciating pain subsided, sensation quickly returned.
Through the transparent liquid, he saw rows of similar culture tanks all around him, like cold tombstones standing in the dim space.
Only the tiny indicator lights on the edge of the tank, which show the operating status, emit a dim glow, illuminating the outlines of the sleeping human figures inside.
Just as he fully regained consciousness and began to struggle...
Buzz...
A soft white light suddenly shone down from above, dispelling all the darkness and illuminating the entire space as bright as day.
This is a massive, futuristic laboratory.
The dome soars high, and the walls, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, are inlaid with countless screens that constantly display flowing data.
Various sophisticated and complex robotic arms hovered quietly in mid-air or were fixed on supports, while the air circulation system emitted a low hum, carrying the fresh scent of disinfectant and some kind of nutrient substrate.
Everything here is well-organized and has a high-tech feel.
The nutrient solution inside the tank was being absorbed by his body at a visible rate, like a dried sponge meeting water.
The extreme weakness was rapidly subsiding, and strength was once again gathering in my limbs and bones.
He reached out and roughly ripped off the respirator from his mouth and nose, greedily inhaling the remaining air inside the tank, which smelled of nutrient solution.
Click.
The reinforced glass dome in front of us silently slid open to reveal an exit.
With his still somewhat limp body, Jemin staggered out of the culture tank and fell onto the cold, smooth metal floor.
The viscous nutrient solution slid down his naked body, spreading out a water stain on the ground.
"Hah...hah..." He lay on the ground, panting heavily.
It's not just a physiological need, but also an instinctive reaction to survive a catastrophe.
Only now did the extreme fear that had been instantly "erased" crash down on his mind like a belated tsunami, bringing him a chilling shiver that almost suffocated him.
But the cold air he inhaled, the powerful beating of his heart in his chest, and the tangible sensations in his limbs all clearly told him—
He's still alive!
Jemin looked up, glanced around the familiar laboratory area, and instantly understood what had happened.
A scapegoat! (Chapter 164)
The stern-faced mentor who valued him highly had forcibly given him a life-saving item before he went to the living position—a one-time-use wonder made with extremely precious "causal reversal" and "soul anchoring" technology.
It can forcibly reverse cause and effect when the host encounters an instant death effect, and instantly transfer the soul to a pre-set clone cultivated based on the host's genes and mental imprint to revive!
He immediately looked inward into the depths of his soul.
Sure enough, the complex mark that was originally imprinted on the soul's origin, like a delicate rag doll, was now covered with cracks, its light dimmed, and it was slowly dissipating.
A chill mixed with relief instantly soaked his back with cold sweat.
I survived, but the fear of facing the "non-existence" was real and unforgettable.
Jemin quickly checked his own condition.
His mental energy was active and full, without any loss.
Although the nascent soul in the dantian appeared somewhat weak, it was a sign that spiritual energy had been excessively consumed during the resurrection process.
Fortunately, the foundation was solid, and the realm did not fall.
This cloned body was perfectly cultivated using his own cells, sharing the same essence, energy, and spirit. Apart from the initial feeling of weakness, there was no rejection or discomfort.
"It's just the emptiness after overdrawing my spiritual energy... I can recover with a rest." Jemin breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then felt a pang of regret.
"What a pity... The 'adaptive evolution' resistance brought by the Body Tempering Technique has probably all disappeared with the death of that previous body..."
Physical strength can be reforged with spiritual power, but special resistances against various energies, environments, and even mental influences are invaluable assets accumulated through countless perilous experiences, and are probably...
The moment that thought arose in his mind, something unexpected happened!
The subtle tingling sensation in his mind caused by the excessive consumption of mental energy was easing and disappearing at an astonishing speed.
At the same time, the lingering feeling of weakness quickly dissipated like the receding tide, replaced by a familiar sense of strength and abundant energy.
This feeling... is clearly the result of the body's powerful resistance to the "weakness" state coming into play after cultivating the "Body Tempering Method" to a high level!
"Could it be..." A look of unbelievable surprise flashed in Jemin's eyes, "...that these resistances...didn't disappear after the body change?!"
He carefully examined it and finally confirmed that it was correct.
Not only was his resistance weakened, but he could also vaguely sense that his body's tolerance to high temperatures, low temperatures, toxins, and even a certain degree of mental interference was exactly the same as it had been before his "death"!
"I never imagined... that this body cultivation technique would be so profound?!" Jemin was shocked.
The "adaptive evolution" brought about by this "Body Tempering Method" seems to act not only on the physical body, but also, to some extent, imprinted on his life essence or soul.
Even after changing its physical form, these evolutionary "achievements" are still preserved!
This is such a pleasant surprise!
He took a few more breaths, feeling his strength rapidly returning to his body, and then stood up.
The viscous nutrient solution made him feel unwell. He glanced around and confirmed that this was the "Biological Management and Organism Storage Zone" under his mentor Clark's laboratory.
"It seems that Instructor Clark placed the resurrected body of the scapegoat doll here." He understood.
Before he could think any further, the space around him distorted invisibly, like ripples on water.
The next second, Professor Clark, dressed in an impeccable black wizard's robe, with a slightly bald head and a stern and serious face, appeared in the laboratory.
Clark's all-seeing eyes swept over Jemin, lingering on him for a moment.
Sensing his rapid recovery and the fading surrogate doll mark on his soul, she remained expressionless, only nodding almost imperceptibly, her previously tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
"It seems you've encountered a formidable enemy." Clark's voice was flat and emotionless, revealing no concern.
But Jemin knew that this was already the way his mentor was expressing his concern.
Jemin nodded, still shaken: "I almost didn't make it back."
Clark grunted in agreement and said calmly, "It's good to suffer a little loss. Remember this lesson, and in the future, you need to be more careful in weighing the pros and cons and think twice before you act."
But Jemin grinned, revealing a tired yet sharp smile: "Mentor, this time... I might not necessarily suffer a loss. If I'm lucky, I might even get the top credit."
Upon hearing this, Clark raised his usually furrowed eyebrows slightly, a rare occurrence, revealing a hint of surprise.
He didn't press for details, but simply waved his hand, saying, "If you can walk, come with me and leave. You need to give a formal report."
"Yes, mentor."
Jemin looked down at his naked, slime-covered body, then stretched out his finger and traced a simple transmutation circle in the air.
A faint spiritual light, mixed with the remaining spiritual energy, flashed by. The nutrient solution attached to his body rapidly decomposed, recombined, and transformed, turning into a clean and well-fitting gray wizard's robe in the blink of an eye, enveloping him.
Following his mentor Clark, and through the spatial teleportation array inside the laboratory, amidst the shifting light and shadow, Jemin once again set foot on the familiar and solid ground of Norren 13 Academy.
Without the slightest delay, and without even having time to process the complex emotions of returning to the academy, Jemin immediately applied for a laboratory at the academy.
He shut down all external communication, mobilized all his mental energy, and meticulously compiled his nine years of experience, observations, and reasoning in that bizarre dimension, including his alliance with Rex, his investigation of the front lines, his direct confrontation with "Justice," and the complete intelligence he ultimately gathered about the "Mind Realm" and the artificial intelligence "Justice" and its core logic, into an extremely detailed and top-secret report.
Through the magic network terminal stored in the body's space, this report, which carried all the secrets of that plane, was sent directly to the supreme command of the expeditionary force targeting that unknown plane.
One can imagine the extent to which this report will cause a stir and garner significant attention among the top leadership of the command.
Standing in the laboratory, Jemin gazed at the deep, boundless starry sky through the huge crystal window.
He knew that the stage would now belong to those level eight beings who stood at the pinnacle of wizarding civilization.
With the intelligence he provided, the level eight wizards could launch a precise strike against "Justice" itself.
It can be said that the outcome of this interdimensional war is already predetermined.
However, that would be a battle beyond his current capabilities, so Jemin simply didn't intend to go back immediately.
His mission is complete.
Looking at the starry sky, he felt a complex and indescribable emotion towards the vast plane imprisoned by "beautiful wishes," and towards the sage who harbored utopian ideals yet created such a cold reality.
But in any case, he returned alive and brought back the truth.
(End of this chapter)
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