Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 478 The Resurrected Janus
However, this resurrection is not unlimited. The resurrected apostles will become weaker with each resurrection. For example, Janus will be completely destroyed after at most two resurrections.

The Thousand-Faced Man shook his head and sighed, "You, you! I clearly told you before not to have too much contact with him, why wouldn't you listen?"

The man with a thousand faces placed Janus's remains on a device resembling an altar.

"Sigh, you deleted it so cleanly... Did you accidentally reveal his true identity, or are you going to cause trouble for his real identity?"

As the Thousand-Faced Man helped Janus re-infuse his personality memories, he muttered to himself, "Although I said that the apostles are equal, don't misunderstand."

Do you know why I say all apostles are equal? ​​Because to me, you are no different from humans; you are all puppets to be manipulated.

I can control your bodies, alter your memories, and manipulate your thoughts at any time… You can't even maintain your self-awareness in my presence, so how can you talk about equality?”

The man with a thousand faces maintained a smile, yet uttered words that would chill all the apostles to the bone.

"But he's different. In a sense, he's my real family. Like Yue Yangyan, he's naturally immune to my mental abilities, while you guys are just pets I let roam free."

"Besides them, everyone else in this world is like an NPC in a game to me. I can arbitrarily tamper with your underlying code and turn you into whatever I want you to be."

Before they appeared, I was alone because everyone else was an NPC, and I was the only player...

For over a thousand years, I've been playing a cracked version of a single-player game. Do you know how much I crave someone to talk to?

That's why I had the idea of ​​restarting the bizarre era, restarting the era that I once sealed away with my own hands..."

As personality and memories were instilled, Janus on the altar began to regain his body.

The eerie can, within a certain range, amplify or shrink its own body.

So even though Ai Liang burned three-eighths of his original body, Janus's body did not change much compared to before; he was just much weaker and became the weakest apostle.

"I remember your most recent backup of the memory personality was about two weeks ago?"

The Thousand-Faced Man looked at Janus, who was floating naked in the air, and raised his hand to stroke his chin: "To prevent you from courting death again, let's just erase all your recent memories."

The Thousand-Faced Man acted immediately. With a single thought, he erased all of Janus's memories after returning to Asia from Europe, and deleted those memories up to before Jin Ping'an encountered the bank robbery.

"Hmm... one more psychological suggestion, and that should be about right."

The Thousand-Faced Man nodded in satisfaction, placed Janus on the ground, and then snapped his fingers.

Janus slowly opened his eyes, his voice somewhat dazed: "Where am I... um? Wasn't I in the hotel? How did I get here?"

Janus rolled over and got up from the ground.

He looked around at the surrounding scenery and then at his own bare body.

"Gaia, wait! Why am I here? Am I dead?"

When Janus saw the smiling, thousand-faced man standing beside him, he immediately realized that he might have already died once.

“That’s right, your memory should still be stuck in the summer when you went to Europe, but it’s already the end of the year,” the Thousand-Faced Man explained with a smile.

"It's already the end of the year?!"

Janus's eyes widened: "Could it be that I was surrounded by the Countermeasures Bureau in the last six months?"
"Wait... I remember I planned to ask you to back up my files after I returned to Asia Union. My memories shouldn't be stuck in Europe!"

"That's because your memories from the past few months are extremely dangerous and could bring you death, so I proactively deleted them for you."

The Thousand-Faced Man made no attempt to conceal the fact that he had deleted Janus's memories and manipulated things behind the scenes: "Not only that, I also implanted a mental suggestion in you."

Once you get in the elevator and leave, you won't have the urge to explore your memories from the past six months.

Logically speaking, anyone would be furious if their memories were arbitrarily altered.

Kojanus was not a normal person after all; he was a strange being who possessed human consciousness.

For Janus, the matter of altering memories is not as sensitive as it is for ordinary people.

So he quickly accepted it all: "So that's how it is... What about Heian? If I was killed by the Countermeasures Bureau, where did he go?"

The Thousand-Faced Man didn't explain, but instead raised a finger and pressed it against Janus's head: "I've transmitted some of the memories that you can know to you. Stay here for a few days and take your time to look through them."

A massive stream of memories flooded directly into Janus's brain.

These memories did not cause him any physical or mental burden; however, because the memories were too numerous, he needed some time to sort them out.

Janus shook his head and said with difficulty, "Looking is fine... but can we go somewhere else? I can hardly breathe here."

The Thousand-Faced Man pointed to the stone coffin in the distance: "Go to the recuperation chamber over there. Nearly half of your original body was burned, so you need to use the recuperation chamber to recover for a while."

"what?!"

Unbeknownst to many, when the Thousand-Faced Man revealed that nearly half of his true form had been burned, Janus jumped up instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He stared at his hands in horror: "Half of my body is gone?! I thought this weakness was a side effect of being resurrected, and that I would recover after resting for a while!"

"To be precise, it was three-eighths. You were divided into eight pieces. Three of them were burned, and the remaining five were snatched from the other side by Geharu through sheer hard work."

The man with a thousand faces, always eager for drama, added insult to injury.

Janus instinctively shuddered: "Cut me into eight pieces and then burn me in batches? What kind of grudge is this?!"

The Thousand-Faced Man calmly said, "Alright, everything you need to know has been passed on to you through your memories. Don't ask about things you shouldn't know. With your strength, you probably only have one last chance to be resurrected. Don't do anything reckless in the future."

Janus looked miserable: "Then am I now the weakest apostle?"

The Thousand-Faced Man patted Janus's head like he was petting a dog, comforting him: "It's okay, as long as your spatial abilities are still there, it doesn't matter if you're the weakest or not, anyway you weren't strong before."

Janus's face turned pale and then flushed as he listened to the Thousand-Faced Man's piercing words.

He had imagined that his resurrection would be like in a game, a resurrection with full health and mana.

But who knew that the original body was still needed? If the original body was burned to ashes, then it would not survive!
Janus staggered toward the recovery pod, looking as if an artist had forgotten to apply color.

(End of this chapter)