I Refused To Be Reincarnated
Chapter 693: Remade in Light

Chapter 693: Remade in Light

She cried harder, wrapping her hands around his neck and burying her chest in his robes

"H-How can I save them now? Tell me. I beg you."

A tear rolled down Adam’s cheek as he manipulated his mana like a surgeon. Microscopic needles coursed through her body, impaling the parasites that had been devouring her. Qi followed in a vigorous dance of life force, nourishing her weak cells and strengthening her for what came next.

He pulled back slightly, gazing into her pink eyes. "I know you’re a courageous girl, so can you please close your eyes for a minute? I promise you’ll feel better... We’ll talk about your parents later."

She hesitated for a second before nodding. Only her uncle had ever shown her this kind of silent care. Perhaps the murderer wanted to help her... In any case, she knew resistance was futile and just hoped it wouldn’t hurt as much as when the witch altered her body.

Bracing for pain, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She couldn’t scream. The witch tormented her more when she did, claiming she lost focus. But she knew it was punishment for making noise.

She waited one second, then two, then five passed. Where was the pain? Confused, her eyelids fluttered slightly before she forced her curiosity down. Besides, curiosity was better than pain...

One minute, she repeated inwardly, counting the seconds until seven before remembering she didn’t know what came next. Perhaps counting ten times until seven would make a minute?

As she waited patiently, Adam passed his hand over her stitched arms.

His mana swirled to numb the pain and stop the blood flow. He grimaced, feeling worse to heal her in such a gruesome way than when he had crushed the witch to death. But she would die if he didn’t.

Her body had been rejecting the foreign limbs all along, showing how incompetent the witch had been. Or perhaps she had never cared in the first place. Somehow, he knew the latter was the correct answer. Not that it mattered anymore.

He exhaled heavily, pressed the girl’s shoulders to lock her in place, and gripped her right arm before pulling it.

The stitches came undone, pus flowing down her necrosed tissues. Recovery would be impossible as long as they remained, so mana weaved into five ethereal scalpels. They twirled over her flesh under his precise control, incising dead tissues without damaging the healthy ones.

He sweated, not because of the difficulty. Grafting a new dan tian into Mei Lan had been much more challenging, especially under the pressure of being found out. He just hated the process of removing these limbs one by one, to make her sit to repeat the process on her legs as if he were manipulating a doll instead of a human. It was so easy...

What if he got used to doing this? Would he become so detached that he could butcher people at their demand to optimise their bodies? His face darkened. He could do it—recreate Selene’s werewolves and vampires in a perfected version. The same went with Ignatius’ Chimaeras... and it frightened him.

A shudder ran down his spine, its coldness banishing his fears. ’I know more than anyone how important a body is! Only a fool would believe he can perfect them. Wake up. You’re not a god.’

Shoving those fears into a dark corner of his mind, he refocused on the girl.

His sky-blue eyes shimmered as he took in the extensive damage—limbs, organs, even some bones did not belong to her.

’I can’t remove them without straining her body. Localised destruction, partial severing of the contaminated arteries, purification of the tissues, instant reconstruction. The problem is her heart. His eyes narrowed, the targets reflected in their depths. ’Three seconds... No—one.’

He sent a surge of controlled mana through her right arm.

A bead of sweat traced down his temple as he strained his focus to the limit, commanding the energy to envelop any foreign bodies. At that same moment, he used precise vibrations to dismantle them—down to the last particle.

Simultaneously, dense wisps of qi rushed into her left arm, stimulating her cells and flooding them with nutrients far beyond their natural intake.

His mana shifted from annihilation to restoration. Under its natural and soothing effect, flesh squirmed into seeds that bloomed into new organs. Bones grew like sturdy branches, and scarlet blood began to flow into reinforced veins.

The girl trembled for a split second before her disfigured face relaxed for the first time in a long while. But he was far from over.

With a nod, he released his hold on the girl. Mana engulfed her in a healing cocoon while qi constantly refilled her cells with energy. In the blink of an eye, her shoulders and knees throbbed. Bones regrew from the stumps before new flesh writhed down to wrap around them.

Unblemished skin condensed above, its healthy glow far from the darkened tint it had a few seconds ago. Hair sprouted like golden threads over her decayed scalp, obscuring her crooked face.

The girl failed to keep a moan in and almost opened her eyes. Though she didn’t know why the man did nothing until she had counted seven times, she now felt better than ever. Gone were the torturous aches, the uncomfortable swellings, and the sensation of estrangement in her own body. It now felt like her own!

As she controlled her lips not to barrage Adam with questions, the mystical sensation of basking in warm light faded, giving way to the room’s normal temperature.

"Ah!" She gasped, her eyes snapping open. She saw a wall of golden threads first, then realised her mistake. "Oh, no! I didn’t count ten times to seven yet."

She tried to close her eyes again, but a hand brushed the golden threads aside. Was it even possible? Where had the wall come from, anyway?

Confused, she watched Adam’s smiling face appear.

"S-Sorry..." She stuttered, but his warm smile reassured her. Perhaps he wasn’t angry?

"A minute is ten times six, so you endured it." He patted her head. "I’m proud of you."

Proud? Did someone ever tell her that? Why had it made her heart tingle and sparked the urge to hug him? No, what was that wall first?

As if reading her thoughts—not that they were hard to guess—he stretched out his hand. Mana condensed into a small hand mirror, the reflection shocking her.

She turned to see who the fair-skinned girl reflected was, yet saw no one.

"It’s you." Adam’s mischievous grin returned.

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