Vol 2 Chapter 9: “Kiss Me”
As they approached the submerged figure, all three were captivated by the girl’s beauty.
The potion in the pool possessed remarkable preservative properties. Even after forty years, the girl in the white dress looked as if she were merely sleeping peacefully beneath the surface, her features as vibrant as in life.
Her long, black hair swayed gently in the current, her delicate, pretty face a masterpiece of nature. Her eyes and mouth were closed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, her pink, slightly pouty lips pressed together in a serene expression.
But what truly caught their attention was the piece of paper clutched in her hands, crossed over her chest, a single phrase written in ancient language: “Kiss me.”
“Is that Rebecca?” Leona asked, her eyes wide with wonder. “She’s so beautiful… I thought all alchemists looked like Lannis.”
“I’m glad I didn’t expand the range of my soul-summoning spell back in the graveyard,” Abyss said, patting his chest. “If I had, I might have accidentally summoned Rebecca’s soul. She would have become a wraith, and I would have had to guide her soul back to her body. It would have been troublesome, and she might have been angry.”
“Should we resurrect her now?” Flora asked, looking at the paper in Rebecca’s hand, puzzled. “Why does it say ‘Kiss me’?”
“We’ll ask her after she’s resurrected,” Abyss said with a smile. “Let’s take her outside. Then I’ll kill myself.”
“Are you insane?!” Leona exclaimed, startled by his words.
“Ah…” Abyss smacked his forehead. “The toxins in the air are affecting my thoughts, but they haven’t impaired my actions yet. Just follow my instructions. We need to get this done quickly.”
Flora looked at him with concern. “Abyss… Maybe we should try to detoxify you first…”
“ABC, I think you need to rest… This poison seems quite potent. Did everyone in this world die from it?” Leona asked, her hand on his arm.
“I don’t know anything about this toxin yet. I can only feel its effects within my body. I drank an antidote earlier, but it didn’t seem to work. If we want to forcefully detoxify me, I might have to resort to unconventional methods. It wouldn’t be a problem for me, but it might be stressful for Lannis. So, we need to resurrect her first.”
“I understand. She’s a genius alchemist. Maybe she can help us!” Flora said, quickly grasping his reasoning.
Abyss crouched down and gently lifted the sleeping beauty, his arms supporting her knees and back. Her body was still soft and supple, water droplets clinging to her skin. Her flawless black hair, cut to her shoulders, released a fragrant scent of potions. Her wet white dress clung to her curves, outlining her slender figure. She was breathtakingly beautiful, even without any makeup, a true beauty emerging from the water. Even Abyss, who wasn’t particularly interested in women, couldn’t help but admire the exceptional genes of this transmigrator’s descendant.
“Leona, make a hole in the wall. We’ll jump out and kill ourselves… Find a suitable spot,” he instructed.
Leona looked at him, worried, but she obeyed without hesitation. Dou Qi flames surged around her, coalescing into a meteor hammer. With a flick of her wrist, she smashed a hole in the wall.
Fortunately, the buildings in this world were far sturdier than those in Hai-Teweru. Leona’s powerful blow hadn’t destroyed the entire structure.
She understood Abyss’s plan. Without waiting for further instructions, she scooped up Flora and leaped through the hole. Abyss followed, chanting a wind magic spell, carrying Rebecca’s body as he jumped out of the giant factory.
As they descended slowly, the urge to stop the spell, to end his life, intensified. Abyss forced himself to accelerate their descent, minimizing their exposure to the toxic air.
Leona, gliding gracefully with her Dou Qi wings, landed beside Abyss.
“This area is open and well-lit. Rebecca will be more comfortable when she wakes up,” Abyss said, nodding at Leona and Flora, gently laying Rebecca’s body on the ground.
The potion that had preserved Rebecca possessed unique properties. Her body was already dry, despite their brief descent from the altar. Abyss smoothed out the wrinkles on her dress, then began chanting the resurrection spell.
“Rebecca Nastya Viper. With me as your master, obey my command, through the cycle of reincarnation, your soul shall return.”
He touched her forehead with his finger.
The spell took effect. Rebecca’s eyes, previously closed, fluttered open.
They were beautiful hazel eyes, their focus still blurry. Even though her consciousness hadn’t fully returned, her mind just beginning to awaken, Abyss could see how bright and lively her eyes had been in life.
They crouched beside her, waiting patiently for her to regain her senses.
Leona and Flora, anticipating the arrival of their new companion, felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. What kind of person would she be?
“How are you feeling? Here, let me help you up,” Abyss said with a warm smile, offering her his hand.
Rebecca’s eyes gradually focused, her gaze shifting around, taking in her surroundings. She looked at Abyss, her expression confused, then shook her head firmly.
“Hmm?” Abyss was surprised. This was the first time an undead had refused his help. He had thought Leona’s immediate aggression upon resurrection was unusual, but this was even more unexpected.
He watched as Rebecca struggled to move, her body stiff and unresponsive after years of inactivity. Her upper body trembled as she raised her arms with great effort, finally reaching her forehead.
She placed the piece of paper on her forehead and pointed at the words with her still-stiff fingers.
“Kiss me.”
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