This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 607 - 539: The Decline of the Rose_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 539: The Decline of the Rose_2

Withered Rose said to Amberser, "This is the fate of the Undead, isn’t it? Never being satisfied, thus always tormented. Once desires are fulfilled, it’s the time when Undead vanish completely. No matter what, I’m glad my last wish was about you. Now that I see you have been resurrected, I have no regrets anymore."

Once, Withered Rose only wanted to destroy the Laine Empire, but for countless years she was powerless, failing over and over. It was Amberser who helped her fulfill this wish, and at that time, Amberser became deeply bound to this desire for destruction.

When the Royal Family of Laine was completely doomed and the Laine Empire was on the verge of collapse, Withered Rose found herself unconsciously placing Amberser on an equally important pedestal.

Next, her desire turned to resurrecting Amberser.

Withered Rose wasn’t sure whether this kind of transformation of desires was unique or something a Lich could typically do, but she was now satisfied. A sense of fulfillment she had never experienced before filled her soul. The fatigue from holding on until now surged up, making Withered Rose just want to sleep deeply, wanting nothing more.

Amberser, looking at the smiling Withered Rose, firmly said, "But this is not true satisfaction. This is merely evading other possibilities, placing the soul on a fragile support. Once that support is removed, it shatters into pieces all over the ground, then calling it the end of art. Lady Rose, we are both legends, and our lives should not end like this."

Withered Rose calmly responded, "Although I feel good now, I am willing to trust your judgment, you are always right... But what will you do? Do you understand what it means to prevent an Undead from meeting their end?"

Amberser smiled and said, "It means I have created a miracle once again."

Amberser reached out, took off the Clown Mask from his face, and sent it beyond the Magic Mirror.

"Put on this mask, Lady Rose, it will delay things for a few days, enough for me to find a solution!"

Why do so many people know that Undead are immortal, but still choose to buy the Youth Magic Potion for hundreds of thousands of Gold Coins per bottle, drinking until broke, building up resistance yet not willing to become Undead?

It’s not just because Undead are unsightly, but because to continue life, what needs to be extended is not just life itself, but the sensation of being alive.

And Undead are severely lacking in sensation.

Undead don’t feel pain, don’t get tired, and mostly don’t get angry, happy, or sad. They act on instinct like machines, coldly following their nature.

In many people’s eyes, this isn’t living at all, but merely a notebook that hasn’t lost its memory, flipping its pages when the wind blows, appearing to move on its own.

Liches, being relatively advanced, can choose their own fixation, keeping just a hint of emotional color. Other low-level Undead are left with only the instincts to eat and sleep, almost no capacity for thought.

The members of the Elegy Poetry Society aren’t ordinary Undead; each of them possesses traits beyond the ordinary, making them appear much more vivid. Just ask any Necromancer randomly in the wilderness, and you’ll hear the clacking noise of bones in the castles, the liveliest moments for the Undead.

But no matter how special, when desires are fulfilled, it’s like pulling the sole support from under the soul.

Unless, a new pillar can be found for Withered Rose.

So, Amberser took off his Clown Mask and handed it to Withered Rose.

The desireless Undead Queen took the Clown Mask, paused for a moment, then said to Amberser, "With this given to me, what will you do?"

Amberser smiled and said, "It’s just a loan for you to try, no worries. My beautiful memories are enough to sustain me for a few days, during which I will find a way to save you."

Caressing the exquisite mask, Withered Rose asked again, "If this is my destiny, will you still save me?"

This question made Amberser pause.

Memories rippled, many years ago, on one night under the starry sky, a young girl with tears streaming down her face had asked Amberser, "You said you wouldn’t save him because fate had already decided it. What if it wasn’t someone else’s death you saw, but mine?"

What had he responded back then?

It seemed he hadn’t responded.

That time, Amberser had watched a teammate die without providing assistance, because he knew he could do nothing.

And because of that, the Druid girl eventually left the team, never appearing in Amberser’s life again. Many years later, he heard her name again in the Emerald Dream Forest, but by that time, her great-grandchildren were already old.

After all these years, Amberser had lived from life to death, and then back to life again.

This time, he could finally answer seriously.

"To hell with fate! I will save you, and I can save you, just like I saved myself!"

Amberser replied decisively.

Sure enough, every Diviner Mage is a bastard, no matter how many years pass, they eventually betray the Goddess of Fate.

This time, even if Amberser refused, even if he had seen the prophecy about the future, he would use all his strength to save Withered Rose, just like his younger self.

Withered Rose watched Amberser’s agitated expression, trying to put on the clown mask.

"How does it feel?" Amberser quickly asked.

Withered Rose hesitated for a while, then said, "I don’t feel anything."

"How can that be?" Amberser was surprised. This was Ogma’s divine artifact, which allowed even an instrument spirit to truly feel various emotions.

Withered Rose took off the mask and handed it back to Amberser, then said, "It seems Ogma hasn’t allowed you to casually lend the mask to others."

Amberser, annoyed, put the mask back on and said, "Sharing knowledge with others only increases knowledge, the same should be true for feelings. Ogma is really stingy."

Only Amberser could blurt out such irreverent words about a deity, but the clown mask showed no reaction and dutifully made Amberser feel alive again when he put it back on his face.

"Don’t worry, I have other methods."

Amberser quickly obtained some gray powder, which he had just acquired from Laila. It was Dreaming Powder that could enter the Connected Dream Realm at any time.

And in dreams, even the undead can have the feelings of the living.

Amberser wanted Withered Rose to come alive first, then consider how to solve the problem completely.

"While you dream, I need to check your soul. You don’t mind, do you?" Amberser asked.

Withered Rose didn’t say a word, expressing her stance through action. The Undead Queen snorted the Dreaming Powder and quickly entered the dream realm.

Amberser carried Withered Rose to the bed and then drew a fine thread from the magic mirror, connecting it to the center of Withered Rose’s forehead.

This was a thread of perception drawn from his own soul, which looked scary, but for the present Amberser, it was nothing more than something similar to hair, no longer requiring his own soul to be torturously spun into threads.

After all, when he was revived, the Grand Dukes of Hell had infused him with millions of Soul Currency, and Amberser’s current soul strength was beyond ordinary estimation, making dividing a thread with his mind no challenge at all.

Withered Rose trusted Amberser deeply as well, her soul having no defenses, allowing Amberser to explore all her memories without hiding anything.

If the death of the undead is due to the loss of desires, and Amberser couldn’t restore Withered Rose’s human senses permanently, then could he modify Withered Rose’s soul by forcefully implanting desires into it?

Amberser quickly discovered the answer.

Indeed, it was possible.

Withered Rose’s soul still retained a lot of memories related to the Laine, and he could just tweak them a bit, turning her hatred for the Ryan Royalty into hatred for all Laine people, which would restore Withered Rose to her original form.

Or, just modify the desire she had just fulfilled.

Withered Rose only wanted to revive Amberser, and now that Amberser was revived, her desire had been fulfilled.

But what if the wish wasn’t just for revival, but something else?

For example...

Amberser thought for a moment, and the thread of the soul began to modify in Withered Rose’s soul.

Weaving the soul, weaving dreams, bring her back to life!