Chapter 192
An unfamiliar ceiling.
Yak opened his eyes and thought to himself.
There's nothing I can do.
Because he had been disassembled, physically speaking, only his head remained.
Only one eye was left on its head; the rest, including the skin, was removed.
Because the damage was too severe, Foy decided to send it back for a complete rework.
Remove the incurable parts and then piece them together with new flesh.
Monsters that are severely injured often use this method, but there's no need to hold back even this much. All you need is a body, and then you just put an uncontaminated magic core inside.
But Ark was an exception; even he didn't know why this guy could move. However, some things are beyond comprehension, so he decided to use a conservative approach.
It involves cutting away parts of the body bit by bit to identify which parts are causing the body to move.
The conclusion was that as long as there was still a connection to the head, there was no problem.
The specific reason is unclear, and I dare not try it.
After all, it was to save him. If we accidentally killed him because of this, it would be a huge loss.
The door was pushed open, and girls dressed in deathly gray clothes pushed in large trunks. Foy followed behind.
“It’s not appropriate for the girl to push the big suitcase while I only carry a box,” Ark’s voice was a little weak, but still audible.
“I didn’t expect you to still be able to speak even in this state. I should have taken your tongue out too.” As he said this, he snapped his fingers, and the group of gray-skinned zombie girls stepped aside from Xiangzi and then opened the box.
Inside, there were chunks of minced meat.
He also opened his box, which contained a dagger and a front-line pack.
"I still don't want to be like a Frankenstein's monster."
"Spare me, this is the only way I could think of to save you. It was all grown from parts of your body, and it took a long time." He said this as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and the girls stood in front of him, handing him pieces of meat one by one. "Don't worry, you'll be the same as before. If it's not right, I'll trim it with a knife. You can trust my skills."
Yak didn't speak again, because his mutilated head had already been picked up.
Foy didn't say anything more, silently sewing the guy with his needle and thread.
"This is terrible." A few minutes later, he said while sewing, "Is it even useful? Can I feel any connection to these volumes?"
"Probably, I can feel the pain coming from it."
"Endure the pain."
"I know."
"Aren't you worried about that girl?"
"She was originally a doll, so if I can fix her, then she's even simpler."
"As you said, that's true. We only gave her basic treatment, and then she got the necessary materials and locked herself in her room to continue treatment. She's a very strong child."
"This isn't the first time I've experienced this."
"This is the first time I've seen you in such a terrible state, and you don't seem panicked at all."
"Actually, I was panicked and sad, but it was in a place you couldn't see."
You've changed a lot.
"At least in terms of appearance, I don't think you can come out alive."
The two chatted back and forth, until finally, only one girl remained in the room, slowly helping to hand over the body parts.
In some places, instead of muscles, bones had to be installed first, and then magic was used to catalyze the body's recovery.
In some places where there are no bones, he can only sew them up little by little. He doesn't plan to sew them up entirely by himself. As long as he can sew up the chest, he can put the magic core in.
Or perhaps the magic core can be placed somewhere else? Forget it, I've never seen such a strange thing before, so I'd rather not mess around.
Yak stared at the ceiling, his eyes filled with a deathly gray.
Foy had no comment on the guy's miserable state; he'd lived too long and was bound to experience something like this sooner or later.
If one only has a lifespan of a hundred years, being careful will prevent one from encountering such a situation. However, if one lives long enough, one will inevitably experience various lows and lows.
Just as no one comforted Lori back then, no one can comfort him now. He either has to endure it or die. Foy has already done what he should have done by repaying kindness during this low point; there's no need for further words.
“It’s alright,” Yak said softly. “At least I’m not completely destitute right now.”
“You’ve never been penniless, my friend; you’re always rich. Even now, you can still make a comeback.” Foy said, emphasizing each word: “You’ve only lost one gamble; you’ve suffered a loss. Investment and return are always proportional; you’ve set your sights too high.”
"We're just a little short."
“It was you, not all of you. This whole thing was just your own stubbornness. Your friends probably didn’t even realize what you were messing with. You killed your friend, and everything that happened was your mistake,” Foy said. “Don’t try to shift the blame.”
Yak was silent for a moment, then continued to stare at the ceiling.
What should I do next?
"Take care of yourself first. In your current state, you might not be able to make it."
"Heh, that's true. Let's preserve ourselves first." Ark looked at him. "By the way, you seem to be getting quite cocky. Are you the King of the Dead now? Perhaps I should call you the Grim Reaper?"
"Stop laughing."
"You used to strive to become the Grim Reaper."
"But Death cannot defeat angels."
The two continued talking intermittently, his needlework light and steady.
Although in the end it still resembled a Frankenstein's monster.
Finally, he took out a blue magic core from the box and placed it in the hole in Ark's chest.
Where is my magic core?
“It’s too dirty. Let me try to clean it. Since you’re still alive, it means your consciousness is unrelated to the magic core. This magic core is from a chaotic cataclysmic monster. It doesn’t contain a lot of magic power, but it’s relatively gentle.” He said, “I don’t want your magic seal. Although it is indeed very precious, I’m not so desperate as to steal your magic seal.”
Ark remained silent, sensing the magic core that had been placed into his body.
The magic spread from it throughout the body, and all the muscles and bones were restored under the pure magic's catalysis.
The thread used to sew him is also a magical product. It will be replenished or disappear when he is almost fully recovered, so there is no need to worry about it looking bad.
Foy got up to leave, taking the girl who had helped him until the very end with him.
After his final recovery, Ark still needed time to get dressed; he didn't want to leave the guy without dignity. Because, in the past, this guy had saved him in a similar situation. Now he was simply repaying the favor.
......
"Lady? It seems you're very dissatisfied with yourself, but I don't recommend you change it like that; it's a bit dangerous." Renee's consciousness murmured softly in Lady's mind.
But it's no use, this guy won't listen to anything now.
Beside her stood a massive machine that was taking shape.
The magical power of steam, and the technology he has developed in other fields that should not be converted into combat power.
It doesn't matter if I have a demonic seal. My demonic seal isn't powerful, and compared to my other abilities, it lacks explosive power in a final battle.
There was no one waiting for her to restrain them. If she didn't even have the burst of power to react instantly, she might not even be able to do the simplest delay. She would be useless.
She thought this as she looked at the frame in front of her.
I must find a way to become more useful, not just to the point of being barely usable, but to genuinely need and have more advanced combat capabilities to last a few more minutes.
It must at least function as a consumable.
Despite thinking this, she slowly backed away and then sat down in the chair.
What can I do?
Those few members of the saints, who do they think they are qualified to fight?
How can it be made useful?
These questions were in her head, but she had no idea how to answer them.
"Want one?" The woman sitting next to her took an apple from the pile on her skirt and handed it to her: "It's still very fresh."
"Thank you." Lady hesitated for a moment before taking the apple.
Fruit has always been a high-value commodity, and it is grown in only a few places.
Theoretically, this shouldn't exist here. The Land of the Dead is very large, and although the safe zone is not small either, it is definitely not enough.
But that's in theory. In reality, the business here is only operated for one-thousandth, or even fewer, of those who buy imported goods. So it's not just fruit; they even cultivate specialized edible meats.
Lady had a bit of a psychological aversion to the boy's attitude towards Ark after their first meeting, but in reality, the boy didn't seem to understand her feelings at all. (78 Chinese website updates fastest on PC)
Even now, this guy still has a rather sharp tongue. But it's just his words that are harsh; he's actually a very good person. Lady has gotten all the supplies she needed from him these past few days.
They live in the palace, a place oppressed by powerful figures, where they enjoy a very comfortable environment.
Although it sounds inhumane, ultimately, there are no living people in this kingdom. The rule here is that weaker monsters obey stronger monsters, and the death of anyone doesn't affect the operation of the game.
He was completely open and honest, offering no plausible excuses. (First published on 78zw.m.78zw.)
"It seems you really want to become stronger," Prism said, biting into an apple. "But would that kind of thing even work?"
"If that thing is made, how will you deal with it?"
“Even if that thing is a divine artifact, I can still use my ability to pull you into my space. You’ve lost that thing, and your physical body can’t beat me. Isn’t this a better way to deal with it?” She shrugged. “Although it sounds arrogant, even if my ability isn’t strong, it’s still at least Chaos Cataclysmic level magic power plus a large amount of accumulated magic. You’ll have to have something if you want to fight me.”
Lady paused for a moment, then nodded.
If you are pulled into a strange place, your magic seal will have no effect, and this thing you painstakingly made will be even more useless.
It would be even simpler for the Saints to handle; Benny and the Immortals wouldn't even care. It's not much different from a dagger.
"Speaking of which, do you really need to become stronger? Is it for that guy named Ark? Let me be clear, you've seen his fiancée, it's impossible for you. Although you are indeed very beautiful, you have to consider the possibility of getting killed." Prism hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't think too much about it. Perhaps you should look around this kingdom. Don't think it's strange that he's a demon. Although he is rare, I can find you many better ones."
"Thank you, but I'm not a monster... I'm just a doll, a prop." She shrugged. "I just need to be a good prop."
“Strange idea. I suggest you think more carefully about why you think this way.” Prism frowned. “We are all here for one lifetime, so don’t wrong yourself. Being a little selfish is better.”
She jumped off the chair, and as a little girl, she was about the same height as Lady when she was sitting down.
She carefully piled the apples on the chair, then twirled around on the floor, her beautiful evening gown making her look like a fairytale princess.
Are you a vampire?
“No, it’s not that high-level, it’s just a ghoul.” Prism revealed a handsome smile: “I don’t have the qualifications to become a Demon King. I only became a Chaos Calamity on my own, and then Fuyi gave me a Demon Seal. If it were the original Demon Seal, it could be directly locked in the alternate dimension, without me having to go with it.”
Lady was silent for a moment, then said softly, "It seems that most of the Demon Lords do not have their own Demon Seal."
“Of course, it’s still too difficult for demons to survive.” Prism hesitated for a moment and said, “The Church can only tolerate us surviving if we are slightly stronger than average. They will not give us any chance to turn the tide. You just experienced the Church’s siege and only saw a glimmer of hope. They did not hesitate to send out most of their combat power.”
"Very cautious."
“Very cautious. Those guys keep God’s teachings in mind; they are a group of self-disciplined individuals.” She tugged at her skirt and gave a graceful bow.
Lady hesitated for a moment, then looked at her and said, "What should I do if I want to increase my magic power?"
“You have a magic seal, so you can slowly absorb magic cores to expand your capacity. There’s a not-too-bad chaotic region around us where a lot of monsters often spawn. You can go there to train.” She hesitated for a moment and said, “Your magic power right now seems to be barely around the level of a Calamity.”
Not yet.
“After all, I just changed bodies. But coincidentally, I do have a lot of magic cores.” She scratched her head. “But I’m not sure if you can absorb them. Even the smallest one is a reserve of calamity magic.”
"I heard that you used Chaos Cataclysm directly on Ark."
“That’s a national treasure. My brother is really willing to part with it.”
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