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I was drooling over the information Lemegeton gave me.

The source of demonic power? Throne of the Demon World?

It was clear what this meant.

You have to have this to become a demon king.

The reason I couldn’t absorb this is probably because I’m not even a demon, the foreground of the demon lord.

“That’s awesome. The way to become a demon lord is also within my grasp.”

Already, my demonic image has been integrated into the heavenly magic image and the balance of the soul side has been disturbed, but if I become a demon king, I can fully compensate for that.

I nodded, satisfied with the income I had earned from catching Decarabia, and this time I looked at the Decaravia recorded as if it were stuffed on the first page.

A page from Decarabia that was created after preying on the Demon King.

What does this really mean?

When I focused my attention and looked at the first page, I could understand its meaning.

Its existence was engraved into Lemegeton and taken over.

According to the information relayed by Lemegeton, I can now control this guy however I want.

You can summon and control it at will.

However, I was curious about how Decarabia could be summoned alive when he was clearly dead, so I attempted to summon him once.

Then, golden mud spewed out from Lemegeton.

The mud splattered onto the floor and began to form the shape of Decaravia.

“Ohh?”

A lump of clay that is connected to me mentally and spiritually.

I realized that I could exert absolute influence on Decaravia, similar to Babel, but on a broader scale.

To put it simply, you can control not only your mind but also your physical elements at will.

The reason this is possible is because the soul of Dekaravia belongs to me, and the bodies of demons and demon kings have been reconstructed by their souls.

I saw Decarabia whose body was changing into the shape of a star.

“Shall we try a little experiment?”

First, I tried changing the shape of the body.

The pentagram-shaped body was so bizarre that I wanted to change it to a more general-purpose body.

Since Decarabia’s physical abilities were poor anyway, changing his body didn’t cause any major problems.

Decaravia, whose soul is touched here and there by the control of Lemegeton and whose form collapses again.

“Quuk? oh? paper? me? pho? Ah?”

Vocal cords emerge from its body, which was molded like clay, and it begins to make strange sounds.

“Hmm? Do I have to decide on gender too? The gender is now voiceless, so I don’t know what the original was, but I think it would be better to be a woman than a man.”

“Ah? female? Oh?”

This is how a monster is formed.

First of all, the limbs worked properly, but the joints were twisted here and there, creating a human body made of flesh and leather mixed together.

“Ah? Ah?”

“It doesn’t work out the way I want. I can’t help it.”

I injected my human factor into his body.

Only then did Decarabia truly take on a human form.

After a long and cumbersome process, a human female body was finally created.

A small and delicate body like a girl.

However, there was something unusual about it: its eyes were in the unusual shape of a pentagram, and its hair was basically blonde with parts that twinkled like stars.

The eyes are due to the magical eye it possesses, and the hair and body shape are influenced by the source of the soul itself.

Once the formation of the body was complete, Decarabia began to open its eyes.

“Huh?”

The first word is question.

And then the guy felt his neck, then lowered his head and looked around at his hands and body.

A moment of silence.

And then he starts nodding his head.

“It’s an amazing phenomenon… My soul is subordinated to reason and can be manipulated as I please, and even my body and death have been mocked, but I don’t feel any resistance at all.”

“Dekarabia, do you remember death?”

That was my biggest question.

As I traveled around various universes, I found that, depending on the universe, souls who died were reduced to energy, disappeared from reality, dispersed, or were sucked into the ground, except for Baek.

In the case of the Demon Universe, it ends up sinking into the abyss of the Demon Realm.

Even if it is a city isolated from the demon region like Khorne, nothing changes. Just being pulled into the abyss like the gravity of a star.

And I saw in Decarabia that the connection between the soul and body was severed, and the soul that had lost its roots began to sink deeper into the realm of the devil.

The problem is that my Lemegeton has even swallowed its soul.

Before I used Gwibaek’s soul power.

The fact that Decaravia, whose soul and body were swallowed up by the Lemegeton, is alive and moving so well… does this mean resurrection?

“Death? Yes, I’m definitely dead.”

“So does it really mean he was resurrected?”

I was intrigued by this.

resurrection.

Is there any word closer to miracle and divinity than this?

If it is true that Decarabia was resurrected, we may be able to obtain the mystery of resurrection by investigating the principles of the Remegeton.

Even though I now have the ability to form a spiritual body and move even after death, there is a risk that all of the abilities that belong to life will be erased.

“Resurrection? no. As someone who is well-versed in necromancy, my experience tells me that this is not resurrection. There is no vitality in life.”

Decarabia asserts while touching his body.

I said with a bit of disappointment and curiosity.

“But you’re alive and moving just fine, aren’t you? Is there a reason to assert that?”

“That’s because it’s not really alive. My life right now is in a state of stasis (0) rather than vitality (+). This is actually a state similar to that of a corpse or undead. If your rule that controls me is taken away, I will become a corpse and face death.”

“Vitality and cessation of life? What is that?”

“Don’t a magician of your level know that? The state in which life circulates and maintains itself is vitality (+), the state in which it faces death is stasis (0), and the state in which life endlessly converges to one point and is maintained is sinking (-). The sunken life is called undead.”

“Hmm… Then, can’t we change the state of life arbitrarily?”

“Necromancy is the magic related to it. However, there is no case in which vitality that has already stopped has been restored. Even Gamigin, the founder of necromancy, was not successful in resurrecting suspended vitality.”

I was lost in thought after listening to Decarabia.

Resurrection is impossible?

No, this is only the case in this magic universe, so other universes may be different.

Although the cases are different, there are also cases where it is like a ghost from the spirit universe that is no different from a spirit body.

There are cases where spirituality replaces life, such as with monsters.

How difficult is it to change the state of life?

Moreover, what he is talking about is life from an alien perspective.

Biologically, a person is alive when the heart beats and blood circulates without damage to organs or the brain.

I decided to attempt resurrection using Decarabia’s body as a test subject.

“You want to use my body as an experiment…? …It’s bizarre. I have no intention or thought of refusing. Is this a state where the soul has been taken over?”

That’s how the attempt at resurrection of a dead life began.

It starts with an injection of my blood magic energy.

My blood magic is extremely close to the vitality (+) of life.

A power that condenses enormous vitality and strengthens life itself.

I didn’t know if this could make a life that had already stopped start running again.

result?

failure.

As my blood magic energy was injected into the body of a still life, I could see that the blood magic energy was actually declining.

I was hoping for a mix of energy, aura, and vampiric factors, but the results weren’t great.

Afterwards, I tried to make the guy’s life run again by using precious things and establishing rules.

But the result is equally failure.

It was only at this point that I noticed something was strange.

“The rule of resurrection breaks by itself?”

“That conflicts with the laws of the world. Solomon.”

Decarabia, whose body was being touched by me, spoke with a calm expression.

“Resurrection, space-time interference, change of the past, time regression, causal reversal. These are actions that are impossible even with magic. It is the same as committing fraud against the world, and it means going against the laws of the world.”

“Resurrection goes against the laws of the universe?”

“That’s right. This is a problem that has already been concluded even in the glorious civilizations of the past. Rather, let me explain to you the Remegeton for just a moment… Ah, Ah! Don’t take it! show me! Just show me the rules for a moment!”

I thought to myself as I suppressed Dekarabia, which was aiming for my Lemegeton.

It’s a law…

I looked back at the infinitesimal law of life sleeping within me.

If rules fail because they cannot stand up to the world, what about true laws?

I tried to set my laws in motion.

Although it is a law that does not yet have any proper function and only produces pure life force that can be converted into anything, it is a law of life that came into being through the trinity of blood, flesh, and species.

Even in its original state, it may be useful for life.

“More than that, your logic is already broken, so isn’t it okay! You’re spouting lies to provoke me!”

I gave the babbling Decarabia the law of my life.

“But this Lemegeton has the shape of a book, similar to the Grimoire, which is what the Round Table reported to me. What does it have to do with it… huh?”

A sense of vitality arises from Decarabia’s body.

Vitality surges through the half-corpse body, and life force begins to circulate on its own.

Successful resurrection.

I collected the Laws of Life and checked to see if anything had changed.

Nothing has changed in my rules.

A situation where there is only 1/1000 level of consumption.

“After all, resurrection requires the involvement of the law.”

I felt satisfied.

The means of resurrection came to me.

But can I use this on myself?

Now, I too have reached the spiritual state of being a deity, a lord, and a ghost. I will not die if my heart disappears or a hole appears in my brain, but in other words, I can die if my body is torn into a thousand or ten thousand pieces.

Is it really possible to be resurrected even when my body is torn into pieces like that?

I slowly thought about that possibility.

…After all, you can’t be resurrected just because there are rules.

The reason Decarabia survived was because the law played a decisive role, but before that, his body was completely restored.

It doesn’t matter if my soul has reached the state of being a newlywed, a nobleman, or a spirit, and can continue its own thoughts and actions even if my body disappears, but I need a means to restore my body even after I die.

“Should I use self-advancement? Yes, if you establish the rules in advance…”

So I began to design a miracle of death and resurrection.