Chapter 534 - The Hero Awakens

Watson triggered the ability produced by the human chess piece with a simple shout. When he opened his right hand, the magical power of life elements manifested in it. The green magic power outlined the human body's bones in the air, followed by flesh and blood. Soon after, a living being materialized in the open s.p.a.ce.

That person was naked, had dark green hair, and had a gorgeous face. His bare muscles were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tremendous force.

The attractive man raised his hand and caressed his chest once he appeared. "I recall being killed by an elven elite. How did I end up here? Am I not dead?"

"It's Sinbad. He really came back to life!"

When the ministers of the fortress city saw the figure in front of them, they could not help but exclaim. Even Fawkes was taken aback. He would not have accepted Watson's comments about reviving people if he had not witnessed it with his own eyes.

Sinbad's physical characteristics, look, and body were all the same save for his hair color.

"Is that actually a resurrected person?"

Fawkes paused for a second before reaching out his right hand to the man in front of him, muttering to himself. "Sinbad, do you still remember me?" he said.

"Aren't you Lord Fawkes? Did you send someone to cure me?"

"No, it wasn't me. It was His Highness Watson—" Fawkes replied awkwardly. Just like when he was poisoned, he still did not choose Watson, and Watson used the truth to slap him in the face.

Behind Fawkes, the other people also peered at Watson. Their eyes were wide with wonder. Sinbad, who had been resurrected, noticed Watson when they felt the gazes from all directions.

"Watson? I think I have heard that name before. I remember now! He's a genius in the kingdom!" he exclaimed after a lengthy period of thought. "I recall a messenger from the royal city coming to the fortress city a few days ago and saying that the royal city was looking for geniuses. Any genius could go to the royal city and join a compet.i.tion, earning the criteria to enter the Royal Academy! It is a surprise that I could heal myself in that situation. It would be simple to explain if I were a genius from the royal city."

"Lord Sinbad, the matter you heard about happened a long time ago." Watson smiled awkwardly but politely as he rested his left hand on his right shoulder. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Watson, and the King has bestowed upon me the t.i.tle of strongest genius in the kingdom."

"I apologize. The fortress city is too far away. Many in the kingdom can't be delivered in time."

"It makes no difference. I want to tell you something. I did not cure you. Instead, after your death, I resurrected you."

"Resurrected? So I was dead before?" Sinbad paused to reflect.

Seeing that he was not too surprised, Watson asked tentatively, "Don't you feel surprised? Resurrection is not a common thing."

"If you are wondering whether I am surprised or not, the answer is yes. However, rather than being astonished, I am filled with excitement. My heart was pierced while fighting the elves, and I died. And now, I have no injuries, not even from years ago. I am also a force to be reckoned with! I have a feeling that I will be able to make my body stronger than it was when I was at my best. Whether I have been healed or resurrected, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to stand here."

Sinbad s.h.i.+fted his weight. A dense emerald-green light layer formed on the surface of his body, creating an emerald-green leaf robe. There existed a power known as the life element. It did not exist in his body at first, but it was completely under his control then.

"As one would expect from a powerful guy. His ability to embrace new experiences is really quick."

Watson could not help but nod in agreement. If Sinbad were like Fawkes and the others, he would still need to make some effort to demonstrate that he was perplexed by the circ.u.mstances after being resurrected.

Looking around, most of the others acknowledged that Sinbad was the person they recognized. However, there were still a few people whose eyes glowed with trepidation. Watson thought for a bit, then raised his right leg toward Sinbad's tombstone.

Bang!

His leg kicked the tombstone hard and smashed it with a m.u.f.fled sound. Under the damaged tombstone, a ma.s.sive casket was uncovered. The coffin plate was destroyed as well. A corpse had yet to decompose beneath it. A headless body in armor had a severed head on top of the corpse. There was a wound on the corpse's chest that had already scabbed.

It was Sinbad's body. The head was exactly the same as Sinbad's. The body abruptly weathered, as if it did not exist, since it was exposed to the air. It disintegrated into dust and vanished into thin air.

"Sinbad's body disappeared?" someone cried out in surprise.

"According to the resurrection rules, after a person is revived, their old body vanishes. Do any of you still disagree with what I said?" Watson inquired, gripping his shoulders.

The distinction between humans was not in their bodies but their souls. The body was merely a vessel. After a person died, the soul returned to the human chess piece while the body continued to deteriorate. Watson reshaped the soul with the human chess piece and gave it a new body with the life force.

When confronted with Watson's query, everyone glanced at each other in disbelief. A booming voice emerged after a brief quiet.

"Your Highness Watson, I believe that you have mastered the art of resurrection. Please resurrect my son."

"It's better to resurrect my father first. Your Highness Watson, if you can do it, I'm willing to give you money. I'm willing to pay 100 gold coins."

"You want to go first with 100 gold coins? Move to the back of the queue. I'll pay 1000 gold coins. Please resurrect a few of my family members first, Your Highness Watson."

The crowd began to argue with one another. Each of them appeared eager as they pushed and shoved in front of Watson.

If they did not believe Watson then, they did after witnessing the corpse in the casket vanish in front of their eyes. Furthermore, they had hoped that Watson would resurrect their family members.

Fawkes was in the front row. He grimaced and spread his arms to signal for silence. "Do not be so agitated, everyone. Form a line and proceed one at a time."

After everyone had calmed down, he turned around and gave Watson an adoring glance. He rubbed his hands together and said, "My wife, Your Highness Watson, had died in the conflict too. If you can resurrect Sinbad, you can also resurrect my wife."

"Lord Fawkes, you were the one who asked me to resurrect the soldiers who contributed to the war. I wonder what your wife has sacrificed in that war."

"My wife, she has not made many sacrifices."

His wife was just an ordinary person and did not have great strength. What could she have sacrificed? Furthermore, his wife had already been captured and killed when the elven army broke through the city.

"Then let's move to the back row, Fawkes. I want to resurrect the soldiers who died heroically in the battle first".

Watson ignored Fawkes, who was crying, and said, "How could that be?" He walked toward the crowd in front of him, trying hard to hold back the smile on his face.