After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 223 - 99: Issues with the Reincarnation Mechanism

Chapter 223: Chapter 99: Issues with the Reincarnation Mechanism

"You are still so obsessed with the Sage’s Stone..."

A young male Mage sighed as he looked at Vera, who was sharing her post-graduation findings. He sighed and said, "How did a Shape-shifting genius end up like this?"

As the person being lamented about, Vera didn’t mind at all. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I’m not that eager about it anymore. I’ve found a safer method for eternal life, far more stable than a one-time resurrection from the Sage’s Stone."

Carrying the Sage’s Stone would at most allow a one-time resurrection after being killed, but it was nowhere near as comfortable and carefree as entrusting one’s soul to Yila... and then giving the Sage’s Stone to Yila.

There were drawbacks to the Sage’s Stone’s resurrection. After resurrection, one’s wind Mana was in a halted state, unable to be used for a very long time... So, if one were killed in battle, they would be resurrected only to be immediately killed again.

But if it was given to Yila...

The Governor had no Mana to begin with. If you could refine ten or so stones and give them all to Yila... it wouldn’t be about eternal life anymore. At that point, even if anyone wanted to kill Yila, they would have to consider whether they’d be obliterated and then turned into Yila’s minions.

*Damn, that’s outright invincible!*

*Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?!*

"Hehe, hahahahaha!!!"

Vera giggled foolishly as she was lost in her wild fantasies, while her master, finding her antics annoying, shooed the most troublesome student out of the classroom, saying, "Anyway, since you’re hanging out with Yila now, I’m not worried about you dying... Just don’t tell anyone I’m your master if you stir up trouble."

"..."

Vera blinked, coming back to her senses. She looked at the closed classroom door, realized she had nothing more to say, simply turned and went downstairs, saying, "Goodbye, Master. If I cause any trouble, I’ll definitely say it was on your orders."

"Get out, get out, get out!"

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"Master Isidro..."

Mobillas spoke as he looked at his Great Master in the Necromancy school. He still looked the same, a hooded skeleton, repeating the action of moistening his finger to turn the page, all while reading.

If no one reminded him, he would never realize that he actually no longer had any saliva.

Isidro Collins then raised his head, glanced at Mobillas, and then lowered it again, responding, "You are... Mo... something. Mobillas?"

Remembering the name that left a deep impression on him, Isidro nodded with relief and said, "I was absent during the last tower meeting, but I later heard... you did well in the Demon King Territory."

*More than just well. After becoming the leader of the Witch Demon Territory, Mobillas almost didn’t know what ’rule’ meant, as no one from the Demon King Territory meddled in affairs.*

*It could be considered free-range.*

Before Mobillas could respond to anything, Isidro handed a small box on the table to Mobillas and said, "This is your gift. The students from your batch have already taken theirs; this is yours."

It seemed the students who went through Isidro’s transformation ritual with Mobillas had already come by before him... Normal, since Mobillas first went over to the Battle-mage school.

"A gift?"

Responding to Mobillas’s curiosity, Isidro nodded and said, "Yes, a token of my appreciation. At that time, I had almost given up on Ritual Studies. It was you who made me realize I still had a lot of talent."

*Although after Mobillas’s batch, the failure rate of his rituals returned to 100%, it was definitely not his fault. It must have been mere coincidence.*

*That’s what Isidro thought, and that’s what everyone else in the Pure White Tower thought... They also believed it to be coincidence—Mobillas and his peers’ survival surely was a divine miracle.*

Mobillas gratefully accepted the gift and, out of courtesy, opened the gift box on the spot. Inside, he found a crystal-clear skull that appeared to be male.

It looked like it belonged to an eleven or twelve-year-old.

"This is the skull of one of your juniors, who was one of my students in the batches following yours. He died after a ritual, and his body crystallized. The skull has an extraordinarily good Mana conductivity."

Giving such a simple explanation about such a grim matter, Isidro watched as Mobillas carefully put away the skull. He nodded and said, "Carry on their legacy... One day they might develop sentience. Apologize to them for me."

*Although it sounded like trying to have one’s cake and eat it too. After all, if he intended to apologize from the start, he shouldn’t have used students for experiments.*

*But... that’s just how the Necromancy school was.*

"I know." Mobillas said as he put the skull back into his bag. He simply nodded and answered... What else could he say—people in the Necromancy school ultimately disregarded life.

*It was a very twisted school...*

*Before the living pass, the living are simply the living; after the living pass, the dead were once the living... The dead who have lost their lives are more revered than the living themselves, but the dead themselves are not worthy of reverence.*

*Reverence and respect come from the life that the dead once had... Neither the living nor the dead themselves enjoy such treatment, but since the dead were once the living, they deserve respect.*

*But they do not enjoy the glory of their lifetime... Instead, they bear the burden of their life’s sins.*

*That’s the strange ideology of the Necromancy school. But upon reflection, it somehow brings a hollow clarity... making the concept of life and death seem meaningless.*

"Master, over time I’ve come to understand a little... Are we the only students of yours still alive?"

Mobillas asked, not really interested in the answer. He sighed and said, "With all due respect, your talent in ritual sessions is quite normal, but... your improvements to the rituals are somewhat..."

He paused, searching for the right word in his mind. Finding a suitable term, he simply advised his master, "Too ’eager’... What are you chasing after?"

"..."

Isidro seemed to have no intention of answering, and Mobillas didn’t expect to get a response. He shook his head, prepared to leave, and then...

"Actually... I’ve discovered something."

As Isidro spoke, Mobillas stopped in his tracks.

"What I’m about to say, keep it to yourself... Or you can just tell Yila."

Isidro raised his head slowly as he emphasized the importance of keeping this matter confidential, then said, "There might be an issue with the return of souls... Perhaps when we die, our souls don’t return to the World Tree."

"But instead... return inside the World Tree, into something I cannot comprehend."

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