Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

Chapter 1162: Doing Everything Possible



To touch an Origin Core, well, I've done that with mine already.

And even with Arachne when I freed her of her Sin.

Which means that it is possible now, I've done it already.

I just have to do it again, without any weird formation or ritual.

All on my own.

I concentrated.

Concentrated as much as possible.

My Soul extended into countless of hands, phantasmal hands.

They entered the crystalized soul core, entering a completely empty, black space.

Using my heightened phantasmal senses domain, I was able to see the interior, hear, and even taste it.

It was an endless black void, empty, devoid of anything.

"This is the interior of her necklace. There's nothing here..."

As I looked around, I felt slightly disappointed.

And also... sad.

Veredorr had been destroyed to the point there wasn't even a single thing left of him?

How could this even be...

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"Huh?"

But I was wrong, a flash of white light surged from very, very far away.

I could have missed it, but there was a spark, a white dot amidst the endless void.

I followed it with my soul, finally reaching it.

It resembled a tiny pearl, infinitely small.

Perhaps as small as a cell, or bacteria.

Indeed, Origin Cores were usually infinitely small compared to souls.

Only the highest of divine souls and necromancy levels could ever truly detect them.

"This is your Origin Core, Veredorr..."

It had several cracks all over its white pearl-shaped body, and a few of its smaller fragments floated in midair.

I gently grabbed them, manipulating them with my sheer Divinity Essence, and slowly repaired it all back together.

But the pieces wouldn't stay put, they would drift away the moment my divinity was put away.

"Hmmm..."

I tried using conventional Undead Healing, it didn't work. Any of its versions worked for that matter. Necromancy didn't work either.

This was something deeper than the surface level of Necromancy...

"What can I do to heal an Origin Core?"

I racked my brains...

And then, something surged.

This Divinity I had.

The combination of Yin and Yang, perhaps?

"Yin and Yang Essence."

I called upon this powerful essence, born from the spectrums of light, life, darkness, death,

and so on. This energy then wrapped around the Origin Core.

And with my Divine Power and Mana added into the mix, the fragments were patched together, finally, his Origin Core was healed.

Now, the problem was still there.

How do I raise this into an Undead?

Do I just grab it and bring it outside?

Or maybe...

Hmm, this'll take a bit more of time.

...

I spent several hours thinking, I was grateful Tear was very patient, waiting as much as it was required without even moving a single inch.

"I think I get it now..."

Surrounding the white-colored pearl, Veredorr's Origin Core there was a whole divine formation I had built.

Yes, a formation within this infinitely small area, using pure essence and nothing else.

Countless runes flared, overflowing with power.

I copied the ritual to extract the sin of sloth from Arachne, reversed it, and modified it, fusing

it with alchemy and necromancy.

At the end, my idea was simple.

Origin Cores are part of a person's "Root", it seems to connect them to a different

dimensional plane where their information is stored.

I don't know where that is, and right now I have no time to investigate that.

But so far, to bring back something from a mere Origin Core, I must compensate for it, create them a new soul, and then a new body.

All at the same time within less than a split-second window.

It was harsh, but I was going to do it.

Outside, in my Shadow Realm, Veredorr's new body materials were ready.

Flesh, bones, and more, belonging to both monsters, divine beasts, and vampires, which was

what he originally was.

Well, a Dhampir, but yeah.

I placed the materials around Tear, and then activated the formation surrounding her,

activating everything together at the same time.

"Let's begin."

For the composition of his soul, I took a piece of my own soul, devoid of memories and most

of my powers too, a phantasmal clone would suffice.

FLUOOOSH!

Everything activated, coming together. Tear gasped as her necklace floated away and suddenly shattered into pieces, a tiny speck of light surged from out of nowhere.

"W-What's happening?!"

I quickly grabbed her and teleported her away through shadows.

"Just watch."

"Oh...!"

She glanced as the Origin Core shone brightly, all materials fused together, forming an humanoid body around it, alongside a phantasmal clone dissolving itself to become the

origin core's soul.

This is the hardest part, to reassemble everything from zero, and it has a high chance of

failing as well!

FLAAASH!

RUMBLE!

SPARK!

Things were going smoothly until black thunder surged and... Well, the origin core was

rejecting its new soul.

Dammit, is it not enough with my super strong soul?!

What do you want then- Wait...

I looked at Tear.

"Tear! Can you imbue your ice and your soul aura into the formation?"

"Eh?! Me?!"

"Quickly, it all depends on you!"

"R-Right! For Veredorr... I would do anything!"

With all her remaining strength and with her soul in her bare hands, Tear imbued it all.

Pouring her very emotions into everything else!

FLASH!

"Veredorr... Please, remember me!"

She kept pouring more and more of her soul, it reached dangerous levels where she was taking

damage now.

"Tear, wait!"

I tried to stop her, but it was working.

I quickly connected soul threads into her soul, realizing her resolve, I imbued Soul Essence to

heal her soul as she used it to form Veredorr's soul anew.

"And I... I love you! I love you so much! So please...!"

RUMBLE!

Veredorr's soul was forming larger and larger, it was actually working!

"Please come back, Veredorr! I want to talk to you; I want to tell you so many things! PLEASE!"

As she screamed at the top of her lungs, her tears mixed with the entire formation, fusing into

Veredorr's soul.

And they were the last ingredient.

"Tear..."

I heard the faint voice of a young man reverberating across the formation.

And then his body took his soul as its vessel.

And everything became one.

FLAAASH!