Chapter 137: Eliminating speculation

"It is easy to cross the line from one side to the other. It is infinitely more difficult to go from the other side to this side. Such examples are not limited to the innocent and the guilty. The clean and the dirty. Life and death.

So we have reason to believe that sin, filth, and death are the natural choices. And innocent, clean, life is an unnatural twisted existence.

To return to the natural choice, you only need to comply with the laws of development of all things. Killed. It's dirty. Just do it spontaneously. To obtain those twisted and perverted existences, you need to put in hundreds or thousands of times of effort and have excellent opportunities——

For example, harsh conditions that cannot be relaxed for a long time in a narrow temperature range (the temperature must not be suddenly allowed to rise by 3,000 degrees or the pressure drop by fifty times, not even for a second), and the strictly corresponding active Seeds at just the right stage. Another example is the devoted help of a supreme power that is almost above all gods. Another example is the research results that exhaust all the mysteries of life - this kind of research has involved countless scholars throughout the ages, but they have achieved very little. Another example is the extremely clever and precise replacement imitation that looks more like the real thing...

There are never too many ways. Even if anyone can implement such a method. All is right, all is well. There is still a chance that it will not succeed. Immortals - the living guys like to call those guys whose life span is far longer than the average, as a kind of beautiful expectation. And reality is reality: even the so-called "immortals" and "immortal species", their lives will gradually fade away over time. The difference between so-called "eternal life" and true eternal death is self-evident.

Did we mention something even scarier?

What is even more frightening about life is that even if there is a slight mistake in the development process of life, everything that has been carefully cultivated may be wasted. The crystallization of hundreds of times of hard work, excellent opportunities, wisdom and struggle collapsed in an instant.

Do you like this feeling? As we have told you from the beginning - going from birth to death is simple and natural. Going from death to life is extremely difficult.

So it's never possible to do it all over again. "

——"The Book of the Dead"

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The gray dwarf looks very different from before.

Determining whether a dead person corresponds to a living person is simply trivial. Determining whether a resurrected person corresponds to a certain undead is much more difficult-Hishu's angelic nature helps him to return to his original form. Other guys weren't so lucky. In particular, many of the undead were originally raised from stitched corpses. What is "as is", I am afraid even they themselves don't know.

The gray dwarf's face turned red. Icha shook him. The dwarf's face was not so red - it turned green and white, and at the same time he made a humming sound as his brain was being shaken.

All right. He saw no clear, persuasive evidence. These are all baseless suspicions and are untenable. This guy is very different from the undead in his mind.

"Are you talking about it?" Yi Cha put the gray dwarf down and asked him directly. The gray dwarf coughed loudly, holding one hand on his wrinkled knee, out of breath. "What did you say?"

"Are you stretching your bowels?" Yi Cha crossed his arms. Even without Nesis's help, he had no fewer than four ways of knowing what was going on in the poor physical creature's mind. But when it came to removing ways to permanently damage the brain, he was at his wits end. "You should still have an impression of your undead life." He said. "When we resurrected you, we did not reset any memories. We also did not make unnecessary changes to your structure."

The gray dwarf scratched his hairless head and looked at him in confusion.

"Ah." He seemed to suddenly recognize him through the reminder. "You are the Demon Duke. With Chaint...what are you doing?" the dwarf mumbled his name and laughed. "Of course I remember you. It was you who resurrected us. Ha. I didn't expect-"

"You still have memories. Now answer my questions."

"But that's all. I'm not lying to you." The gray dwarf blinked and shrugged. "Maybe my memory isn't in my head."

He glanced at the top of the dwarf's head. He had just seen it - although the hair on the gray dwarf's head was sparse, the epidermis and superficial bones were quite intact. It was a complete little head. Ordinary material creatures naturally cannot tolerate as many conflicting body parts as dead objects.

"The intestines are made of many corpses blended together. You may be just one of them." Yi Cha sighed. Figured out what was going on. "During the resurrection, those corpses each gained their own lives. You didn't share much of the brain."

He looked away. "In other words, your brain accounts for too little of the original brain. Therefore, there is almost no memory of him left for you."

"Yes." The gray dwarf chuckled. After learning that Yi Chaint was the benefactor who resurrected him, his attitude became friendlier and more unrestrained. "You're right. That might be it. But it's also possible - the name I told you doesn't matter at all. Did you guess it?" He patted Yi Cha's elbow. "Is he important to you? Should I help you find him? Ah. You shouldn't need to. Why would a capable devil like you need me -"

"Need." Yi Cha said. "Help me find him. Whether you have anything to do with him or not. I'm guessing."

The gray dwarf was stunned for a moment.

"Okay. Okay." He smiled, stepped on the instep of one foot, held on to a chair leg, and looked lazily towards the second floor. The freshmen stood at the origin of the grid, with one hand forward and the rest of their limbs behind their backs. They changed their movements neatly according to Yimeizi's command, as if they were dancing a strange group dance.

"What are they doing?" asked the gray dwarf.

"Ah," he shouted immediately. A freshman tripped over one of his hanging tentacles and slipped out, knocking over about seven or eight students in the grid. Several silk ropes lit up in the air. This was followed by several slight explosions. The floor seemed to be shaking. Lost support for them. All the students who fell fell through the gaps in the grid, and were picked up by the rickets before they hit the floor - Icha glanced and saw that Dosmas was not inside.

The strange thing is that despite what happened, the remaining freshmen were not affected in any way and were still changing their movements meticulously. Although their races, genders, body sizes, and number of organs were diverse, they moved neatly like the same mold. It's the same as what's carved in it.

"Were those guys eliminated?" The gray dwarf pointed in the direction where the rickets disappeared - they carried the fallen freshmen out of sight. "They can't go to school?"

"I guess it's still okay." Yi Cha said calmly.

The gray dwarf breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh. Then I should be able to... wait a minute. Then what are you doing? What is the dean asking the students to do?" he asked curiously. "What were they knocked out of?"

"Eternal life." Yi Cha breathed out slowly. Look above. "I just guessed."

(End of chapter)