Chapter 252

252 Resurrection

Selma Payne’s POV:

My life was too far away from it, and it was meaningless to me.

However, when I was eager to make up for some mistakes, I was shocked to find out that even a god was not omnipotent. You could capture a soul or create a body for it, but it could only be called a moving puppet and not a real living creature.

Even a god could not resurrect the dead. The Goddess of Fate kept a close eye on her mirror to ensure that no life could violate the world’s laws.

But as Azazel had said, although gods could not resurrect people, they could make them their followers. Even the descendants of gods had this power.

A family member was god’s friend, servant, subordinate, and slave.

If I wanted to resurrect my dead comrades, there was only one way.

But there were two problems.

First, kin were usually fantasy creatures that did not exist in this world. However, werewolves were a part of the living and did not have the right to become kin.

This was rather easy to solve. I just had to choose one of the fantasy creatures I had read about in ancient books.

The second one was the most troublesome – the followers did not have a will of their own, and everything they did was based on their instincts, emotions, and the drive of their master. After all, a god created his followers to help him do things, not to have a group of powerful and immortal creatures fight for power with him.

But I wanted a group of living people, not slaves that I could order around!

In the thirtieth second after I became a god, I encountered a problem that even a god couldn’t solve.

Just as I was thinking hard about the sleeping souls, a slightly crazy thought suddenly entered my mind.

Should I try to create a god?

If the followers couldn’t have a will, then gods should, right? I’d never heard of any gods or descendants of gods in myths who were mentally retarded!

It was simple. I would first turn my dead comrades into my followers, then hand over my divine persona and divide it into equal parts as the number of souls. The godhood that had been split up naturally could not give birth to a new god, but that was not the main point. The main point was its ‘identification’ nature.

Although the split divinity couldn’t prove that a living being was a god, it could at least prove that he wasn’t a follower, right? How could a follower possess a divine fragment?

I was so smart! Let’s do this!

Golden moth patterns emerged from my skin and floated into the air, gently imprinting themselves on the sleeping soul. A bright halo enveloped the soul’s entire body, attracting the soul’s resonance to produce new flesh and blood together with it.

Although it was a fantasy creature, it couldn’t be too ridiculous. I still tried to make my new body look like a werewolf. As for the extra black-gold wings of the moth, I could only try my best to make them complement the wolf’s body. At least my ‘kin’ would be able to gain new abilities to fly in the future, right?

After the body was completed, it was time to prove his identity.

The moment I stripped him of his divine persona, I finally understood why he had been so terrified. He wasn’t really afraid, but the emptiness and fear that emerged from the bottom of his heart could drive him crazy.

I resisted the urge to take the divine spark for myself. Sixty seconds after I became a god, I successfully abdicated.

The divine fragments that had been split up all landed in my new home. However, my work wasn’t finished yet, as I still needed to coordinate a few specific details.

First of all, Mullwica’s eyes.

I’d already sent Mullwica’s soul to the Goddess of Fate’s embrace. After I absorbed her body, only her eyes remained. I didn’t know if this eye of blood kin that was separated by a reincarnation would be useful, but I still have to let Dorothy try.

Then, it was Aldrich’s turn.

My love, my moonlight, my shepherd.

A resplendent black opal slowly emerged from my chest. This was not the one that Aldrich had given me back then, the one that had already fused with my flesh and blood when I was born from the cocoon. This was a gem condensed with redemption and rebirth that I condensed with my divine power in the short sixty seconds I was a god.

It still didn’t have the effect of resurrection, but it hid a wish to live from death. I knew that Aldrich was a warrior in his bones, and I was proud of his bravery but also worried about his encounter. The minute he became a god, I gave him all my blessings to turn calamities into blessings and to bring good fortune to him.

The black opal melded into Aldrich’s muscular chest, emitting a soft and dazzling light.

At this point, my work was over.

At least I remembered to repair my broken body. Otherwise, I would have died immediately.

I smiled in relief as I watched my comrades wake up in a daze on the snow. I felt heavy fatigue gradually crushing my nerves.

I fell limply to the ground, and Aldrich rushed forward to catch me.

“It’s good that you’re awake,” I said happily.

Aldrich looked at me worriedly. He wasn’t like the others who were excited like new students. Instead, he was worried. “Tell me, Selma, that you did not hurt yourself this time.”

“Of course not! I promised you!”

I lied, but no one cared about that.

My strength was draining away bit by bit. New Flow was still wrapped in the remnants of Azazel’s power, but it was of no help.

This was a kind of exhaustion that came from the soul.

The moment I sank into the darkness, I only had time to see Aldrich’s moving lips.

He said something, but I didn’t hear it.