Chapter 359 Bai E: "Resurrect! My companion!"
Medmos ran with all his might along the road. If he didn't hurry, he feared that Xia Die would see Bai E before him.
He still didn't know how he had suddenly arrived in the Underworld.
It could be a natural phenomenon, but more likely he had been ambushed by an unknown entity.
The most important thing now was to finish this resurrection marathon as quickly as possible and see what reality was really like.
The road Xia Die had opened climbed higher and higher. If Medmos looked down now, he could probably see the entire Underworld.
In terms of scenery alone, the Underworld at this moment was arguably unparalleled on the continent.
The boundless sea of flowers and the golden River Styx complemented each other like a painting by Monet.
Unfortunately, Medmos didn't have time to see any of this.
At the end of the purple road was a white door, and souls yearned to cross this boundary between life and death.
At the moment of crossing, Medmos's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly retreated. A black figure blocked Medmos's path.
"I am...the past."
"The scapegoat..."
"Your...enemy."
A harsh, hoarse voice, like that of a record player corroded by the air for over a century, entered Medemos's ears.
This voice made his soul very uncomfortable. His golden eyes, which concealed a lion, narrowed slightly.
The enemy blocking the gate of light looked very much like himself, or rather, he was himself.
However, this "self" in front of him was covered with black cracks, which revealed an ominous aura. Many parts of him were hollow, making him feel a chill down one's spine.
Medemos clenched his fists. Even without soul power, he exuded a terrifying fighting spirit. He said coldly,
"No matter who you are, I don't have time to chat with you now."
"Since you've chosen to block my way, then let me see how good you are!"
Medemos didn't choose to chat with him. Bai E was still fighting against several powerful enemies outside.
The words "desertion in the face of battle" were not in his dictionary.
He thrust his leg forward, throwing a straight punch at the "past" face. The black figure parried with a familiar stance, blocking Medmos's fist.
"That move..."
"Just as I expected."
Medmos's intelligence had always been high; otherwise, he wouldn't have been described as having the demeanor of a "sage" by Xia.
A simple movement allowed him to discern the identity and strength of the person before him.
"I stopped using that move half a year ago because some unofficial historian deciphered it."
Medmos twisted his body, his palm deflecting at an extremely precise angle, like a magician performing a unique trick, difficult to understand directly.
The lack of soul power didn't mean the loss of all combat skills.
Medmos had always liked a saying on the magic network, "The wise seek power within."
Only by repeatedly honing himself and tapping into his potential could he become stronger. In every battle, regardless of the opponent's strength, he would reflect on his stance and power generation.
Every battle made him stronger. If the figure before him was truly his past self, then he was in trouble.
Medmos believed he could never lose to his past self.
His hand flipped between the black figure's arms, a skillful extension that opened the black figure's face wide.
When Bai E broke this move, he'd delivered a powerful punch, leaving him with dark circles under his eyes and a week of free meals.
Facing the black figure's open face, Medmos twisted his waist, every joint in his body coordinating, his free fist slamming into the figure's chest.
The movement was swift, precise, and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation, as if rehearsed countless times in his mind, because the situation was urgent and a swift kill was necessary.
"Boom!" Accompanied by a chilling cracking sound, the black figure slowly fell to the side, the black cracks on its body spreading, the holes multiplying, gradually fading into nothingness.
"Cough..."
"May you...always fight...always win."
Only a blessing echoed in the void, perhaps a blessing, perhaps a curse.
Medmos stepped forward through the portal of light, feeling his spiritual power surge significantly, his soul becoming more solid and powerful.
His vision was enveloped in pure white light, the revolving lantern of his life reversing, until he returned to the present world.
"Of course I will always be victorious."
"At least I can't lose to the past."
After Medmus left the Underworld, Xia Die below put away the purple scythe-shaped external soul bone she had acquired some time ago.
Then she looked at Huo Yuhao, who had appeared beside her at some point.
The moment the shadow appeared, Xia Die had already sensed it; nothing that happened in the Underworld could escape her eyes.
She originally wanted to use the power of death to cleave the shadow in two, allowing Medmus to return to the mortal world quickly, but Huo Yuhao stopped her.
"That dark figure was the limitation I set for his resurrection."
"Sometimes what seems free is the most expensive. To be resurrected is already a great miracle, and this miracle must come at a price.
Otherwise, fate will eventually charge a corresponding price."
"His price is facing the past. With each death, the past's power will continue to advance
until it gets infinitely close to him. If he can't cross that line, he might as well stay in the Underworld.
If he can't even defeat the past, how can he talk about constant victory and being etched into the annals of conflict?"
Huo Yuhao, while stroking Diebao's head, released his hand as the elf's pretty face flushed slightly and asked,
"How's the Underworld doing lately?"
"It should be functioning normally now, right?"
Diebao nodded gently and said,
"Yes."
"With the help of the Judges and the Ghost Messengers, it's already functioning normally."
"The number of souls accumulated in the Underworld is decreasing, and some suitable souls are being recruited into the Ghost Messengers."
"The Judges are also starting to differentiate. The Rewards and Punishments Division, the Underworld Law Division, and the Inspectors Division are taking shape."
"However, because of the lack of Hell, the punishment of evil and the reward of good are both incomplete."
Huo Yuhao looked at the two demiplanes rapidly evolving under the rules of the Underworld and said,
"It should be soon. Before learning to run, it's better to learn to walk skillfully first."
"No matter what kind of organization it is, it progresses from simple to complex, from low to high.
Just take it slow. At least for now, the Underworld system can still function normally in the Underworld."
"The most difficult part, from 0 to 1, has been overcome. The rest, from 1 to 100, is a process of continuous improvement." "
I've already had Roman work on the core that the Underworld needs. Once he finishes his research, we'll try to upgrade the Underworld."
Roman has been working on the Underworld's central hub for some time now, modifying and refining the basic technology to ensure it can perfectly integrate with the rules of the Underworld.
After all, it involves the upgrade of a plane, so being extra careful is never an overreaction. If any problems arise during the upgrade, he can atone with his death.
Poor Roman has been working overtime for a long time.
Fortunately, most of the technology is readily available, making it simpler and easier than the basic technology research.
"By the way, Butterfly, you must have missed a lot of classes, right? I almost forgot."
"Your headmistress, Aglaia, messaged me a while ago and sent me a package of the classes you've missed."
"Tibao also messaged me asking if I was available for video calls, so she could help you catch up."
"Although the main magic network can't connect to the underworld, I can run you a magic network cable through the dream space."
"Final exams are in a month, and you need to take them. Don't come home with failing grades."
Xia Die pouted, her pointed ears drooping; Miss Death seemed to be in a bad mood.
(End of Chapter)
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