Reborn with Steve Stand

"Is... is that it?"

In front of the pitch-black altar, Aganzo stared blankly at Fang Mo in the distance. "Can this really bring Luxie back to life?"

At this moment, he was holding a black hammer from the Tinker's Construct mod in his left hand and a bunch of weeds in his right. Fang Mo had also placed a red halo around his neck. Standing in front of the ritual pedestal, he felt extremely awkward.

"You can always trust me."

Fang Mo, with an air of confidence, patted Aganzo on the shoulder. "Brother, this is a god-tier setup. Reviving your deceased wife is a piece of cake..."

"I..."

Aganzo glanced strangely at the items in his hands. "I really don't understand this."

"It's alright, this is metaphysics," Fang Mo reassured. "You don't necessarily have to understand it. As long as it works, that's all that matters. Now, go ahead and say the lines."

"This..."

Aganzo hesitated for a moment. But seeing Delezie, the apostle who had been revived, he finally decided to give it a try. He missed Luxie too much. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Re... revive, my love!"

Due to the embarrassment of these words, the usually serious Aganzo felt his cheeks flush.

However, as soon as he shouted these words, the ritual seemed to activate. Without any warning, it felt as if something ancient and profane began to whisper.

The already gloomy sky became even darker. Although it was daytime, it seemed as if the stars' trajectories could be seen flickering, as if ancient beings hidden in deep space were watching this forbidden ritual crossing the boundaries of life and death.

The air began to tremble.

Even the shadows under everyone's feet seemed to distort.

In the profound darkness, forgotten ancient texts gathered like a tide, forming an endless, deep mist, seemingly connecting to the realm of the dead.

And from within, a figure slowly emerged.

Everyone looked up.

It was the figure of a woman.

Although her pointed ears and skin color revealed her race, as a dark elf, she looked valiant and heroic, entirely different from Sharan's aristocratic elegance.

She wore light leather armor, tall and strong, with faint muscle lines visible on her bare arms. Like a ghost swordsman, she had two strange iron rings tied around her arms. Her long silver hair was casually tied behind her, exuding a wild strength, clearly indicating she was an excellent dark elf berserker.

"This is..."

The dark elf woman looked around in confusion.

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Yes, it was Aganzo. Since losing his lover, he had lived in unbearable pain. Seeing his long-lost love revived, he rushed forward impulsively.

"Great, I love seeing scenes like this."

Watching the two embrace, Fang Mo couldn't help but clap from the side.

Though he always joked around, his core passion was pure love. Seeing this scene made him genuinely happy.

Only malicious individuals would criticize pure love as perverted. While others get excited by uniforms, tentacles, hypnosis, or driving, a pure love enthusiast would cheer and get emotional at seeing a couple embrace and marry...

Such prejudice is absurd!

Fang Mo was simply appreciating this simple and pure love.

"Aganzo?"

Luxie seemed confused, unable to grasp the situation. "What... what's happening? Wasn't I already dead?"

"Is she really revived?"

Meanwhile, from a distance, Siran and Bwanga witnessed the scene, exchanging incredulous glances. Luxie was their friend too, so they couldn't be mistaken. Yet, seeing someone long dead come back to life shattered their understanding.

And they weren't the only ones shocked.

Nearby adventurers were left speechless by the scene.

Initially, when Fang Mo revived the apostle Delezie, people assumed it was because apostles were extremely powerful and had strong immortality, hence could be revived with some dark magic.

But now, seeing an ordinary person revived...

This is the real Arad Continent, not a game world where resurrection coins exist.

Even adventurers, chosen ones, once dead, stayed dead; resurrection was impossible.

This is why Fang Mo's display was so shocking, defying the cycle of life and death. Even the knowledgeable Sharan was stunned, knowing that even their dark elf necromancy could only manipulate souls and corpses, not bring the dead back to life.

As everyone immersed in this seemingly miraculous scene, someone suddenly spoke up.

"Wait... wait..."

The female ghost swordsman, recalling something, looked up abruptly. "Can you also revive our companions?"

Earlier, she had been stabbed by Fang Mo and nearly died. After some healing by the female priest, she had mostly recovered and was now looking at Fang Mo with hope, hoping he would confirm her guess.

"Oh, theoretically, yes," Fang Mo nodded.

"Then please..."

"Sorry, no can do."

Before she could finish, Fang Mo cut her off.

"Huh?" The female ghost swordsman was stunned and instinctively asked, "Why?"

"Oh, you all gang up to attack me, and then I have to revive your companions?"

Fang Mo glanced at her, finding it amusing. "I've been saving apostles and protecting Arad all along. The real wrongdoers are you lot... So how can you even ask me to revive your companions? I tell you, unless you stand on your head, do the splits, and make three pig sounds for me, I won't even consider it."

"We..."

Being scolded like this, the adventurers lowered their heads in shame.

After Sharan's explanation, they realized they had been deceived by Hilder, used as tools. Their intentions to protect Arad were good, but they were manipulated into committing many irreparable wrongs, now feeling utterly defenseless.

"Can't do it?"

Seeing their silence, Fang Mo waved dismissively. "Then stop asking. Next time, be more cautious. If unsure, get an anti-fraud app, and don't let yourselves be played for fools."

With that, Fang Mo drew an Ender Sword and turned to call out, "Old Luo, Old Dir, let's go."

"Please wait!"

However, at that moment, the female ghost swordsman unexpectedly spoke up again.

"What is it?"

Fang Mo turned his head and glanced at her, "Ready to put on a performance?"

"I…"

The female ghost swordsman hesitated for a moment but then gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Please give us another chance. We only wanted to save Arad, but we were deceived by Hilder… Our goals are the same. Please save my companions, at least they are innocent."

"Yes, Lord Fang Mo."

At this moment, Sharan beside her also started to help persuade, "Your partner saved the entire Dark Elf Kingdom and has become our hero. I believe you are also a very kind person. This was all Hilder's sinister plot… Please save these poor adventurers. They are all kind-hearted people."

"They are kind, so that makes me evil?"

Fang Mo was not buying it at all, "Are you kidding me? You think you can convince me to resurrect so many people just by talking?"

"I…"

The female ghost swordsman wanted to say something more.

But at that moment, Summon suddenly walked over from not far away.

"I've told you that he doesn't need an Apostle to destroy the Arad continent…" Summon said as she walked over, holding her forehead, "You don't even know what you're dealing with. Could you please use your brains a little? Do you think a few words can persuade him?"

"Then… what should we do?"

The female ghost swordsman instinctively asked.

"Start by performing a pig call." Summon thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, if you need someone's help, you must show sincerity. Don't you understand that much?"

"But…"

The female ghost swordsman said blankly, "I've never heard a sow's call."

"Then you're a sow now." Summon said matter-of-factly, "Sow, repeat what you just said."

"I said I've never heard a sow's call…"

"Good, she has already called."

Summon turned to Fang Mo, her tone a bit nervous but still pretending to be calm, "So… will you consider giving them a chance? I remember you enjoy tormenting people. If they die, you won't see them in pain anymore. Wouldn't that be boring for you?"

"Well, you've got a point."

Fang Mo gave the little Demon a meaningful look.

"…"

The other party's eyes clearly dodged.

"Alright, I'll give you face." Fang Mo casually waved his hand, "If she's willing to give me everything, I'll consider it."

"I'm willing!"

Without any hesitation, the female ghost swordsman shouted immediately.

"Someone like you wouldn't survive three episodes in a horror movie." Fang Mo sighed, "Tell me your profession first. Let's see if it fits."

"I am… a Sword Saint."

She hesitated before answering.

"Wow, it fits."

Fang Mo was a bit surprised, "Not bad, alright, come over here and put this on."

As he spoke, he took out a large wad of wool, kneaded it a bit, and skillfully made it into a snowman costume, complete with a scarf, identical to Summon's outfit beside him.

"?"

The Sword Saint seemed puzzled but still walked over instinctively.

Meanwhile, Fang Mo…

After a moment of thought, he summoned Ancient One.

"Let me guess."

Ancient One spoke immediately after appearing, "You have something you're too lazy to handle yourself, so you called me out to clean up the mess, right?"

"Can you not make it sound so ambiguous? What do you mean by clean up the mess?"

Fang Mo waved his hand dismissively, "It sounds like I have an issue or something…"

"I…" Ancient One sighed at Fang Mo's rogue behavior, "Fine, just tell me what you need."

"It's nothing major."

Fang Mo said nonchalantly, "I just killed a lot of people and now regret it. I want you to help me resurrect them."

"Dark resurrection?"

Ancient One nodded. This was indeed a small matter for her.

After all, she was borrowing power from Fang Mo's dimension and had the support of abyssal magic. With the authority of the Fear Beast Cha'garoth, resurrecting a few people was no big deal. Thinking of this, she slowly nodded and looked around, "Where are the bodies?"

"They're everywhere."

Fang Mo shrugged and pointed to the distance, "See that desert? The other side deployed a division to attack me, and I killed them all."

"…"

Ancient One's face darkened visibly and she turned to leave, "I can't help with that, goodbye."

"Well, you see, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you."

Fang Mo ignored Ancient One and clapped his hands, addressing the adventurers, "The Sorcerer Supreme here is too heartless, her principle is to let people die rather than save them. You might as well try begging her, maybe kneel down or something…"

"Thud."

As soon as he finished speaking, an adventurer really started kneeling.

"Sorcerer Supreme, please!" The adventurer pleaded, "Resurrect my companions."

"Yes, please!"

"We beg you!"

"My companion has elderly parents and young children!"

"Yes, their families are waiting for them to return!"

"…"

Hearing the chorus of voices, Ancient One paused for a long moment before finally turning back with a sigh, "Alright, one by one, then."

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