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Chapter 307 The Ultimate Part-Time Worker
Chapter 307 The Ultimate Part-Time Worker
Modi wasn't a proper doctor, but he knew quite a few ways to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.
With a swift switch to the witch's genes and a single restoration spell, the near-death boy was reborn.
Or rather, he was restored to a perfect state in his life's course.
"Uh, an unfamiliar ceiling..."
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The boy opened his eyes, uttered a classic line, and tried to sit up straight while holding his head.
His blurry vision gradually cleared, and a figure wearing a white coat appeared in front of him.
",Who are you...
.?
"You're awake? The surgery was a success; you've transformed."
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"She's turned into a girl? Please, that's such an old joke?"
The boy subconsciously made a sarcastic remark, then looked down at himself and abruptly shut his mouth.
What did he see on himself? Deformed roots, twisted together like a giant python, with some kind of unknown fruit hanging from them—this was his lower body.
Unsurprisingly, he let out a sharp, explosive sound, like a jerk whose toe had been stepped on.
"That's what I wanted to say," Modi laughed. "Congratulations on becoming a semi-vegetative state patient. This is a major breakthrough in biology and medicine. Have you considered naming this phenomenon after you?"
God knows what this seemingly young guy was like before; he even spent part of his life in a vegetative state.
Modi doubted that if he were planted in the soil, he could survive by taking root and photosynthesis.
"What did you do to me?"
The semi-vegetative boy clutched his chest, retreating like a helpless little girl.
"I'm warning you, this is a society governed by the rule of law, and such human experimentation is illegal!"
Modi raised an eyebrow, looked the boy over again, and casually peeked into his thoughts.
Beneath his stern expression lay tension, fear, and a sense of collapse. He truly didn't know where he was or what had happened before.
"It seems he's still in his second state, and hasn't switched back to his previous 'Hero' state."
Adding a note to the experiment record, Modi casually remarked, "Interesting."
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, the boy felt panicked. "What's so interesting? What are you recording?"
"Record your performance and my evaluation of you," Modi said unhurriedly, with a unique sense of relaxation.
"Based on my observation of you, you should also have symptoms of dual personality disorder, or of course, more complex symptoms involving the soul."
"According to reports from observers who fought you on the front lines, when you switch to your other 'Hero' personality, you possess immense power, which may be related to why you became this way."
Based on the time and place of the boy's appearance, as well as what he said, Modi suspected that he was a hero from the history of the Central Plains.
The history of Middle-earth has seen many heroes, and naturally, many relics of these pioneers have been left behind, with the Hero's Sword being just one of them.
After the incident of the hero's summoning, the Blood God Cult paid even more attention to those relics, making them their primary target in every operation.
Bomb them a few times to make sure they're all reduced to fragments before dealing with the other targets.
Strangely, the Blood God's invasion destroyed so many relics, yet they only encountered one case of a hero's summons: the half-vegetable boy in front of Mordi.
"Dual personality, hero?" The boy was stunned; his overly chaotic mind made it impossible for him to concentrate on thinking.
"Are you kidding me? What are you talking about?"
After the initial panic subsided, he managed to regain a sliver of rationality, grabbed a scalpel from the side, and became wary of Modi.
Little did he know that his actions seemed particularly ridiculous to Modi.
It's like a baby holding a toy; it poses no threat whatsoever.
"It seems you have no idea about your situation."
This young man, who comes from a modern city, seems to still believe that he is in his own world.
Since that's the case, Modi doesn't mind letting him know his current situation.
With a wave of his hand, the boy automatically disarmed himself, his body collapsing uncontrollably onto the bed.
The boy was shocked; his mind hadn't quite processed what was happening, and he had no idea what was going on.
"What kind of touwa is this?"
"Magic, kid."
Modi lightly tapped the boy's forehead, and the boy involuntarily opened his mouth, his thoughts pouring out one sentence after another.
Out of caution and sensing something amiss, Mordy did not intend to search his soul, but instead opted for this indirect method to extract information from him.
"Your name, family situation, name of your home planet...."
"Oh, Ling Hao, both parents dead, has a sister and a house, is actually the protagonist with this kind of character setting."
"You really don't remember anything about the hero?"
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After a round of questions and answers, Modi was unable to extract any useful information.
This young man is really too ordinary. He's just an ordinary person with a sister and a house, always surrounded by a group of beautiful women, who can live a comfortable life on his parents' inheritance.
Aside from being overly socially active, athletically gifted, and academically excellent, there's nothing particularly special about him.
This kind of ordinary life was still too mundane for Mo Di.
"Although I really don't want to do this, I will now delve into your true nature and see what you really are."
Although it was troublesome, Modi had no choice but to do it.
His keen intuition told him that this child harbored a secret and could not be left unattended.
"Don't worry, it will be over soon."
As he said this, Modi sealed the boy's mouth, and his immortal-level spiritual sense probed into his body, penetrating deeper and deeper.
The possibilities that belonged to Ling Hao unfolded before his eyes; the boy's past and future were no longer a secret to him.
"As expected, he was once summoned to Itnity by the church, drew the sword of the hero, became the hero of the sword, and defeated the demon king who was causing havoc in the region."
Modi was engrossed in watching when the screen suddenly went black, switching to another part of the boy's past.
In this past, the boy was still summoned to Itnity and became a hero again, but not a sword hero, but a magic hero.
The corresponding relic is the Book of Arcane Arts, which has been destroyed by the Blood God Cult.
"What's going on? This is a continuous past, there's nothing wrong with it." Mo Di looked puzzled, but as the scene continued to unfold, his expression gradually became serious.
On the screen, he saw a total of seven stories of heroes, all of which were about Ling Hao alone.
In other words, Ling Hao had been summoned to Itnity seven times. Each time, after defeating the Demon King, his memories and power were sealed by the Church, and he was sent back to his own world.
"What ultimate overseas contract worker? So all those heroes throughout the history of the Middle Kingdom were just different aliases of you?"
Modi made a comment, becoming even more curious about him.
What secrets does he hold that the church keeps exploiting him?
"Let me see more of your past."
At this moment, a power suddenly erupted from the boy's body.
His expression changed abruptly, his pupils turned gold, and his face became angry and ferocious.
Before he could finish speaking, Modi slapped him on the head.
The upward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and the boy, whose personality had switched, fainted once again.
That was a blow from an immortal; even if the boy were a seven-times-in-a-lifetime hero, he would have to obediently kneel down.
"The power of the Seven Heroes is indeed still sealed within him, but the question is, why would the Church go to such lengths?"
In the era before the ether was revived, the cost of performing a cross-dimensional summoning was not a small amount, not to mention the repatriation service included.
Mordy continued to dig deeper into his essence until he unearthed something extraordinary.
It was a spark of immortal light shining in the hazy darkness.
The moment he saw the immortal aura, Mordi instantly switched to battle mode, his expression becoming extremely serious.
He knew all too well what the Immortal Aura meant, because he possessed it himself; it was a standard feature of every immortal.
"Could this so-called Seven-Life Hero be a fragment of some immortal being?"
In that brief moment, Modi thought of many things.
The immortal aura is the only special thing about this popular young man.
He seemed to know why the church had gone to such great lengths.
"If the Church intends to revive this immortal being, then everything makes sense."
Allowing the Demon King to develop is like preparing an experience pack for the hero.
Cultivating heroes lays the foundation for the resurrection of immortals.
The hero was sealed and sent back to prevent his power from being drained by Itniti.
At that time, Itniti had not yet recovered, and its power would be absorbed by the world beneath its feet if it exceeded a certain limit.
"Given the strength he's accumulated now, he should be able to succeed after one or two more attempts."
Why hasn't the church called upon the ether since the resurrection?
Thinking back on the series of events that had occurred before, Modi figured out the answer.
Previously, the church was dealing with the invasion of the Forgotten and had no intention of summoning during that time, lest the Forgotten invaders act recklessly and kill the hero.
After the Forgotten Invasion ended, they may have planned to summon, but unexpectedly, the world server was updated again with the theme of the North moving south.
The Blood God Cult's Styx Expedition not only disrupted their plans but also triggered the emergency mechanism of the Hero's Sword Base, pulling in heroes from another world.
"Luckily we didn't let go of that stone. If the church had secretly revived the immortals, I would have been the one to suffer."
Now that things have come to this, Modi has no intention of letting Ling Hao go, nor does he intend to kill him.
Who knows if that immortal aura will also be stressed after the container is killed?
Before figuring out how to deal with the immortal aura, Modi planned to make full use of the boy's remaining value and have him contribute to the Blood God Cult.
"This is also a good opportunity to indirectly test the Church's attitude towards the hero," Modi muttered to himself, having already planned out his arrangements for Ling Hao.
The following day, news spread widely throughout Middle-earth, causing a sensation throughout the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits and the remaining nations.
The message is related to the hero.
Thanks to the church's propaganda, all the people of Middle-earth knew what a hero was, but what they didn't expect was that the legendary hero would actually appear, right there on the judgment seat.
The Blood God Cult issued a statement claiming that they had beaten the hero to his knees and that a public trial would be held soon.
The news enraged the church, which convened a high-level meeting overnight.
"Those despicable northern barbarians, those damned heretics, how dare they do such a thing?"
"That is blasphemy against the glory of the Holy Spirit, blasphemy against the church!"
"Calm down. Maybe they didn't capture the hero at all, and are just fishing for him?"
"We haven't summoned a hero in so long, where did the hero come from? It couldn't have been summoned by the relics themselves, could it?"
Below the stage, the bishops' conference was arguing fiercely, with some advocating for war and others suggesting waiting and seeing.
On the platform, the six popes remained silent, their eyes filled with helplessness.
The bishops were unaware that the Hero was a fragment of the Immortal, and even less aware that relics could indeed summon heroes on their own.
Only the successive popes knew about these two things.
"According to intelligence, the hero was likely summoned by the relic 'Stone of Destiny' on its own, and it's highly probable that he was captured."
Ignoring the arguments below the stage, the popes communicated through spiritual means.
"The Stone of Destiny has been destroyed, and the storyline set by the Church has been disrupted. How should we deal with this?"
"The plot can be rewritten, but there can only be one hero. Let's prioritize finding a way to rescue him."
"By the way, have you seen that member of the Ember Cult?"
Upon hearing this, all the popes fell silent and shook their heads.
"He didn't come to the meeting at all, nor did he reply to our emails. We don't know what happened."
"The Ember Cult has sent people, but they also don't know his whereabouts."
"Alright, let's leave him for now and continue discussing how to rescue the hero."
Meanwhile, the Pope Yu Huo, whom they were talking about, was sweating profusely, facing a bloody scene resembling a Shura field.
A beautiful black-haired girl, wielding a slender sword, moved with graceful steps through the horde of undead, reaping their lives as easily as mowing grass.
The vast Ember Graveyard, with its thousands of living corpses, including many resurrected remains of immortals, could not withstand the girl's fierce sword strikes.
In less than ten minutes, all the zombies on the field were killed, and their bodies spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes.
The entire Yuhuo Cemetery was completely emptied.
"Phew, finally the cleanup is done. I'm very pleased to have received such a warm welcome as soon as I arrived, but too much enthusiasm from fans isn't good, so I had no choice but to be ruthless with you all."
The girl had a smile on her face, but her golden pupils, though burning brightly, held no real joy.
"Grandpa over there, are you here to welcome me like they are?"
At some point, she noticed Pope Yu Huo at the edge of the graveyard, and her cold gaze fell upon the old man.
"...I'm here to take you away, no, to take you away from here."
Pope Yu Huo took a deep breath and lowered his proud head.
He knew very well that the girl before him was far more noble than he was; if he had to put it another way, she was a fragment of an immortal undergoing autonomous regeneration.
They share the same roots and origins as the heroes they have chosen, but are even more powerful.
Initially, the Pope only came to check on the undead riot at the Ember Graveyard after receiving news of the riot, and incidentally resolved the problem.
What he didn't expect was that the zombie riot was caused by an immortal being in the process of resurrection.
That was an immortal being who descended from beyond the realm, possessing a strong aura of another world.
"Oh? That's right, having a local guide is definitely better than going looking for it on my own."
The girl flashed a bright smile, but her next words sent chills down one's spine.
"By the way, do you know where my dear brother went? I finally managed to take down those nasty women around him, and I was just about to enjoy my spoils when he disappeared in the blink of an eye. This makes me... really upset."