Chapter 3: Tan Mo in Chaos_3

Skills: Blood Flesh Perception, Bone-splitting, Bone Spear, Bone Shield, Pain Curse, Undead Summoning, Insight Technique, Strong Arcane Glow, Purification Spell (unusable), Glare Spell (unusable), Wisdom Blessing (unusable).

The reason behind changing to a god's perspective to showcase Med's attributes lies in a few aims.

Firstly, provided that Med is willing, he can entirely obliterate Motan in minutes.

Secondly, with his measly level 7 knowledge of the undead, resurrecting someone who had been dead for several years is thoroughly delusional.

Lastly, what I want to say is that, under certain circumstances, data is not the only standard dictating outcomes...

"Give me a reason not to kill you, young man." Med's gaze fixed on Motan's green eyes, whispering as the ring on his left middle finger flickered slightly. The barrier that has been set around the cabin for years has been activated, eliminating any chance of Motan's escape.

However, it wasn't as if the latter had ever envisioned escape. Instead, he suddenly burst into hearty laughter!

"Ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha~!" Motan, his face initially calm and composed, suddenly exaggeratedly covered his cheeks. His other hand quivered as he pointed towards Med, laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath. "Hah, you...you actually...hahaha...asked the most stupid question. I'm really disappointed, Med, you've truly let me down!"

Med watched him coldly whilst his skeletal right hand grasped the air. A bone spear of pale white color materialized instantaneously, targeting Motan's heart, he asked in a solemn tone, "What do you think I should have asked?"

He didn't immediately kill Motan because his [Blood Flesh Perception] and [Insight Technique], silently unleashed right when the latter entered the room, didn't offer any abnormal feedbacks. It meant the man in front of him was either confident or a complete madcap. Caution held back Med from just killing him. Instead, he continued to test the waters.

"You should have asked me if I possess any truly effective methods to resurrect your wife besides those mediocre useless tricks..." Motan shook his head with the look of one who chastises steel for not becoming iron. "Or perhaps you could be a bit smarter, pleading directly for me to resurrect her."

His demeanor was relaxed and natural, his voice ripple-less, his heartbeat normal, his muscles relaxed, his laughter composed, and his gaze focused.

The feedback from [Insight] and [Perception] to Med was likewise. The man in front of him wasn't lying; all he was doing was stating facts, a fact that gradually sank his heart...

"Please don't make such a face~" Motan shook his head, saying, "The bond between soul and flesh is incredibly complex and doesn't allow for the slightest carelessness. Knowledge and resources required for resurrection far surpass your meager imaginations, Med."

The old man's demeanor finally lost its composure. His face twisted into a sneer, he roared through gritted teeth, "Are you saying I will certainly fail? Mana can never return?!"

I must say, Motan's combination of all sorts of jumbled up knowledge, ambiguous suggestion, and his award-winning acting skills, Med was already a little nervous...

"That's something you have to ask her first." Motan, confident about what the old man could not do, spoke with great agitation: "Only then can you create a highly compatible carrier that won't result in your lover's soul shattering."

At this, Med's eyes dimmed. He caressed the ring on his hand, tremblingly speaking, "I cannot do it. Although I can feel her, I simply cannot communicate with Mana's residual soul. Even when I have become a necromancer, I still can't do it...."

"See, that's where your stupidity lies." Motan sneered, "I've talked this far, yet you don't understand why I'm here?"

"You..." Med abruptly raised his head: "You're going to help me?"

"Drink this." Motan casually tossed a bottle. When it was instinctively caught by Med, he continued,"This will allow you to communicate with the soul temporarily. You'll have five minutes. After that, I will assist you in completing the resurrection ritual."

Med watched the test tube full of clear liquid that he was holding, turning his narrowed eyes towards Mo. "What makes you think I should trust you?"

"You have no other choice." The latter smiled self-confidently, "Or, you can try to attack me, and meet your wife as you desire in a few seconds. Of course, I'm not certain whether your soul will still exist then."

Med was silent. Rather than ascribing all this as a prank from a madman, he would rather believe that all the truthful words were from the unfathomable young man in front of him...

"I'm not a philanthropist." Motan's expression gradually turned cold, "More work awaits you once our desirable outcomes are achieved. Therefore, don't waste time..."

"If my wife is resurrected, I'm willing to be at your disposal until the end of my life." Med slightly nodded his head, uncorked the stopper, and gulped down the liquid from the flask.

Motan laughed, a very joyful laugh.

[Holy Water]

One-time consumable.

Effect: Increase your mana recovery speed for ten minutes.

[Note: The faithful can transform ordinary water into Holy Water through prayer.]

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Chapter Three: End