Chapter 1703: The Wrong Miracle

"Necromancer Curse..."

"Is this fighting poison with poison, exploiting a bug?"

A long silence ensued.

Lin An lowered his gaze to his wrist, where a w-shaped mark, as if branded by iron, appeared.

On his smooth, jade-like wrist, it was especially conspicuous.

This is the mark of the Necromancer Curse.

Under the curse, this shallow scar actually blocked his powerful self-healing ability.

A glimpse through a tube reveals a leopard; just this alone is enough to prove how terrifying this thing is.

With a sigh, Lin An gave a bitter laugh; at this moment, likely no one in the entire Star Battlefield felt more conflicted than he.

Based on the available information and speculation, he had roughly guessed what had happened to him.

His death and rebirth was a miracle filled with mistakes.

"I died."

"When the system found the Necromancer Curse, I was already dead. Moreover, the Necromancer Curse found essentially could not save me; the system's discovery of this thing was purely because it was the cheapest and the only soul recovery Props I could afford."

Lin An looked at the most inconspicuous explanation in the Necromancer Curse with mixed feelings.

(Due to the soul-gathering effect, upon use it will grant the target a basic soul-strengthening effect.)

It was this explanation that led the system to deem it usable for him.

But in fact, this effect in the Necromancer Curse is essentially optional, not qualifying as a recovery Props.

According to its use, enhancing the enemy's soul essentially makes the enemy endure more pain.

Just like before interrogating a prisoner, one usually makes the prisoner more awake; if they faint, they still need a shot of stimulant.

But who could have imagined?

It was precisely this insignificant effect combined with the soul-gathering effect that ultimately created the 'miracle'.

"The true function of the Necromancer Curse is to gather all of the target's past and future souls together, then curse them all at once."

"This is a very vicious effect, capable of truly making the target 'never to reincarnate forever'."

"But on me, it instead helped me retrieve my past soul?"

"Then, I lived."

"Precisely speaking, it was the soul that lived, but afterward it still had to be sent to the Necromancer Realm, becoming an offering to an unknown existence, enduring endless torment."

Lin An lowered his head and glanced at the w on his wrist.

This symbol might be the abbreviation of that???'s name, or its meaning.

Such a resurrection is meaningless.

"The speed at which a soul is sent to the Necromancer Realm after death is extremely fast, faster than an instant, less than a picosecond."

"Even most people, after death, cannot even maintain a soul form; death is real death."

Recalling his limited knowledge of souls, Lin An's eyes flickered; he was very certain of this.

He had killed many people; only those at Fourth Stage could condense a soul for him to consume, and below Fourth Stage, souls hardly existed.

It's not that there are no souls below Fourth Stage, but they are too fragile and too scarce.

So few that they vanished at the moment of death.

And for beings above Fourth Stage, the soul also instantly disintegrates; to this day he can only rely on the Death God Set's effect to get a tiny bite.

Therefore, the Necromancer Curse's 'resurrection' via soul gathering is not truly a resurrection.

After the souls gather, no one can react in time; at the moment of gathering, the person still dies, and dies even more horribly.

And the error lies right here.

"Death God Set!"

"The ultimate effect of the Death God Set is to let me enter the Necromancer Realm after death, which has always been my last resort. Although, entering the Necromancer Realm might be no better than being dead."

"But precisely this Death God Set's effect, which is useless until after death, ultimately saved my life...?"

Tracing back the entire Shi Xian, Lin An exhaled softly and silently glanced at the mask on his hand.

"The Death God Set will send me to the Necromancer Realm, and the Necromancer Curse will as well."

"It's obvious that although both effects lead to the Necromancer Realm, the Death God Set lacks clear coordinates, while the Necromancer Curse has them. Like two destinations, both want my soul."

"Thus a contradiction arose. Or rather, an error arose."

"Under this error, my soul stalled inside my body, with only a small part sent away, then it was locked."

"Perhaps it's due to my strong physique, or perhaps something else, like maybe I didn't actually die in the 'present'?"

"In short, the clash of these two things let me accidentally survive, and then I became what I am now..."

Just...

There are many problems, and many logical points remain unclear.

For example, how did he exchange for Props after his death?

Also, is it truly because his physique is strong that his soul was locked, allowing him to revive?

Did he really succeed in gathering souls?

Are past souls also useful, able to let his soul revive?

But his future has already been burned up; what is he now?

Living in a nonexistent Shi Xian?

How should his future vitality be calculated? Is it zero? Can it burn infinitely? Or perhaps he could drop dead at any moment?

There are too many, too many problems...

Touching upon the most mysterious time and soul, Lin An only felt like a child, nothing but bewildered.

But this speculation is the only thing he can think of, and also the most reasonable explanation.

Although he always feels the truth might not be that simple, he also can't bother with that much.

Just stay alive, fuck how he lives.

He now has more problems to deal with.

"First problem, Soul Collapse State."

"If it drops to 50%, I lose consciousness; if my physique drops below 1000 points, I will die."

"Soul Dissipation State... each time a portion dissipates, my strength is also affected."

Opening the attribute panel, Lin An looked at his physique attribute with a solemn expression.

1001 points, his attribute has been lowered.

Before that, his physique attribute was 1032.

Undoubtedly, this is the negative effect of the Undead Curse, and also a major hidden danger.

He is currently in a half-dead state; resurrection is not that simple, and the price cannot be easily avoided.

If any further mishap occurs, Lin An truly will have nowhere to die, and even his soul will be devoured by that one.

"I can't really judge the speed of soul dissipation, but increasing physique should also slow the dissipation speed."

"As for the curse, I was sacrificed to that???..."

The system description shows that no one can resist.

Just this piece of information lets Lin An imagine the terror of the other party.

"I can't worry about that; there's no need to consider the off-chance that I'll encounter that one if I later enter the Undead Realm. The key is, I must ensure my soul does not dissipate further."

Just give up.

The horrors to face after death, Lin An can't be bothered to think about; he just needs to stay alive now.

"Physique attribute needs to be increased; even if I don't have points to increase now, I must find a way after going out."

"A one-point difference... too dangerous..."

Closing the attribute panel, Lin An took a deep breath, then simply opened his current points and kill information.

"Second problem, that is how many points I have left, and how to strengthen!"