Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 754 Resurrection Experiment
The "no eyes" joke was a bit lame, but Broly immediately agreed to Fels's offer.

"Then, let's not delay..."

Just as Fels was about to start researching resurrection magic, Broly's stomach growled.

"I haven't had dinner yet, let's start tomorrow."

Fels could only nod in agreement.

Broly left the guild, and just as he was heading towards the Abundant Mistress Tavern, Ryu told the little giant Mia, who was cooking in the tavern's kitchen, that she was going to resign.

"What, are you tired of working here as a waiter?"

Mia asked without turning her head.

"That's not the case. It's just that I have something I have to do, and it requires a lot of money."

Ryu lowered her head. During her lowest point, it was Mia's mother's Abundant Mistress Tavern that took her in. Now, her act of resigning and leaving felt like betraying the benefactor who had taken her in.

"Okay, I agree."

However, the little giant Mia only said this one sentence.

"Oh, you're not angry with me?"

"What's there to blame? You need a lot of money to do something you have to do, and I can't afford to pay a waiter that much."

There's nothing wrong with wanting to climb higher, as long as you don't go astray and the path you choose won't make you regret it later. That's a sufficient reason to resign.

Although I don't know what happened to you, I'm still very happy that you can pull yourself together and have things you want to do.

"Thank you, Mia's mom."

"Even though you've resigned, don't forget you came from the Abundant Mistress Tavern. If you encounter any difficulties outside in the future, don't keep quiet and bear it all alone, treating me and Anya like outsiders. Just ask for help, even if we can't guarantee we can definitely help you..."

Mia's mother's words came from behind. After hearing them, Liu turned around, replied "Yes," and bowed deeply to the back of the little giant who was cooking.

Afterwards, Ryu found Seele again and sincerely apologized to the signboard girl, saying that she was unable to fulfill the task the girl had entrusted to her.

"Hey, why is that? Ryu, do you also like that kid Broly and want to steal his thunder?"

Helen Hill asked in a joking tone, like a typical mascot girl.

"Ah, that's not it, it's more like..."

She became closer to Seele, and Ryu didn't hesitate to tell her about how Ais and the others treated her in the hot spring, as well as her desire to revive her past friends.

"Yes, I understand why you don't want to spy on people who are truly kind to you. But, does miracle magic like resurrection magic really exist in this world?!"

Ryu nodded seriously and briefly recounted what had happened at the Stovehouse in the past two days, including her resignation and her desire to make money.

"Hey, isn't Broly helping you out for free?"

Upon hearing that Ryu had resigned, the mascot girl couldn't help but ask.

"I don't want to owe him too much..."

Liu replied, her face slightly flushed.

"Even in this situation, I already feel like I can't repay their kindness. If they have to cover the expenses of reviving my friends from the past, I really don't know how I'll ever be able to repay them in the future..."

"Then why don't you have more children for him?"

Helen muttered to herself, but from her perspective, given Ryu's grateful nature, if Broly really resurrected her friend, then she would definitely not be able to escape. Let alone Broly just wanting to have multiple relationships with her, even if he offered her a collar to be his personal cannon fodder, Ryu would probably bite her lip and agree.

In a sense, Lady Freya's plan to push Ryu into the arms of that boy from the Hestia Familia was a success.

"If you need any help in the future, remember to tell me. Although I can't guarantee anything, I will do my best to help you."

Helen, who understood how much Freya valued this friendship, spoke in Seele's voice, saying the words that the mascot girl would say.

"Yes, thank you, Seele."

Ryu expressed his gratitude once again.

As they returned to the table where Hestia and the others were, Broly arrived at the tavern just then.

"One good news and one bad news..."

Broly delivered the bad news first.

"Miss Fels doesn't have magic that can directly repair damaged remains."

Then, before Liu's happiness score dropped, he delivered good news directly.

"However, Miss Fells said she could assist in the research and try to create such magic."

"But new magic isn't so easy to research, is it?"

Lefia said those words unconsciously, but she realized what she had said as soon as she finished, quickly covered her mouth, and carefully looked in Ryu's direction.

"Yes, indeed. However, she also created the resurrection magic. If she can create resurrection magic, she should be able to create magic to repair damaged remains as well."

"Huh?!" ×6
Seeing everyone's surprise, Broly explained to the others.

"I only found out tonight when I went to see her that Miss Fels' true identity is actually the sage Dio Orpheus from more than 800 years ago."

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the revelation of Sage Fels' identity brought a long sigh of relief to Ryu.

. . . .

The next morning, before Broly could even go to the guild, Miss Ghost eagerly came over. She examined the remains packed in the box, and after confirming the extent of their damage, nodded and said, "I will try my best to figure out a way to repair these remains, but until then..."

Fels mimicked the motion of a fly rubbing its hands together.

"I want to investigate why your resurrection magic worked first."

Fels also had his reasons for using this as an excuse.

“Only after figuring out why your resurrection magic works and to what extent can I determine the extent to which the remains need to be repaired to meet the minimum conditions for resurrection. Hmm, Broly, you also want to resurrect the remains in the box as soon as possible, don’t you?”

Broly glanced at Ryu and nodded in agreement with Fels's words.

"Sage, is there any preparation needed?"

Liu interrupted to ask a question, wanting to help as much as possible.

"You don't need to call me Sage, just call me Fels."

I've brought all the necessary preparations to verify the conditions for a successful resurrection.

Fels clapped his hands, and the guild staff in black suits who had followed him carried some things in.

Among them was something that looked like a coffin.

"Wait, isn't this a coffin?"

"Yes, that's right."

"What's inside?"

"A human corpse."

"Ah~"

Lefia gasped and took a step back.

Ais, standing next to her, also subconsciously reached for the sword at her waist.

"Of course, these items were obtained through legitimate channels."

Seeing this, Fels realized that the two might have misunderstood each other and quickly began to explain.

"The body inside belonged to a bricklayer who accidentally fell from the roof and died yesterday while working. Last night, I had people search for people who had just died and found him. Then I went to his house and paid money to buy his body from his family."

"Ah, the buying and selling of corpses, isn't that a bit too evil?"

"evil?
Why do you say that? From what I understand, the other family is not wealthy, and losing the male head of the household who earns money is equivalent to losing their economic pillar.

If I don't go to their home and buy their body, their wife and children might have to move to Daedalus Street because of poverty.

Instead, I spent money to buy the bodies of the family's father and husband; the money I gave was enough to help the family through the difficult time of losing the man of the house.

"Ah, this..."

Fels' words left Lefia with little room to refute.

However, she seemed to understand the elven girl's obsession with cleanliness.

He paused, then added, "Besides, Elf of a Thousand, I didn't buy this body to conduct any evil magical experiments. On the contrary, I intend to use it to verify just how far Mr. Broly's resurrection magic can go."

If it were truly possible to resurrect the dead, I wouldn't stop a resurrected bricklayer from returning to his family.

When that time comes, wives who have lost their husbands and children who have lost their fathers will see their beloved loved ones return from the land of death. Isn't that something to be happy about?

Having said all that, it's not so hard to accept that Fels brought over a body.

"Hey, Mr. Broly, please show me the magic of miracles once again!"

Reviving a dead chicken only proves that the resurrection magic is indeed effective, but whether it can revive the dead is the key question.

Without hesitation, Broly stepped forward, pointed his hand toward the man's body inside the open coffin, and began chanting the incantation for resurrection.

Reviving the dead is indeed different from reviving a dead chicken. If reviving a dead chicken consumes magic power like turning on a high-pressure water jet, then reviving the dead consumes magic power like directly opening the floodgate of a small reservoir.

Broly, whose mana value was 11 seconds, found himself feeling dizzy before he could even finish chanting the resurrection spell, a sign that his mana was running low.

Just as he was about to temporarily stop and let Hestia upgrade him, remove the restrictions on his super-weight training skill, and use his true power to cast resurrection magic.

"Clap~"

Fels simply opened a large box next to him and took out a large blue bottle.

"This is the highest grade mana restoration potion..."

She introduced it like this, and then handed the large blue bottle in her hand to the Saiyan boy.

"Mr. Broly, take these potions and drink them as you please!"

Fels had made ample preparations, and she knew better than anyone the mana cost of resurrection magic.

It's safe to say that without mana storage equipment or mana recovery potions, it would be virtually impossible for anyone to use it.

Broly hadn't expected this, but he didn't refuse; he immediately started administering the magic recovery potion.

As he drank bottle after bottle of potions as if they were water, Broly's depleted magic power was restored.

The resurrection spell continued to work, lasting for about five minutes, before the white magical light enveloping the body suddenly became blinding.

The next moment, it transformed into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky, ignoring the architecture of the Hearth Hall.

"Returned by the gods?"

Even at this early morning hour, the beam of light shooting into the sky caught the attention of many people.

"Lady Hestia has been returned?"

Because of the construction of the forge, Tsubaki, who was supposed to come to the Stovehouse to supervise the project today, had a drastic change in expression when she saw the huge pillar of light that appeared at the Stovehouse.

"No, this means the gates to the underworld have been opened."

Beneath his black robe, Fels' voice trembled, for the answer to whether resurrection magic could bring the dead back to life would be revealed in the next moment.

The towering pillar of light lasted for five seconds after it appeared before it began to shrink, and Broly's surging magic also stopped at that moment.

As the beam of light disappeared, the man whose body had been prepared for his death was revealed in the coffin, and his chest, which had been motionless, began to rise and fall again.

His eyelids twitched, and the next moment, the man in the coffin opened his eyes...

"here it is?"

The man sat up in confusion, and when he realized he was in a coffin, he climbed out in a panic.

"Who are you? Why are you putting me in a coffin?"

The man looked around at the people, his gaze filled with fear, before finally settling on Fels, who looked most like the Grim Reaper.

"Do you remember who you are, what happened before you died, and what happened after you died?"

Fels asked the man.

"I'm……"

The man said his name, and his face gradually turned pale.

"So, I am already dead, and this is the afterlife, the underworld that the gods spoke of?"

He seemed to be remembering things from his previous life.

"Well, actually, this is still the lower realm, the human world."

Hestia gave a reminder.

"Huh?!"

The bricklayer was surprised, but from the faint divine aura emanating from Hestia, he recognized her as a deity.

"Ah, unknown deity, please don't comfort me with false lies. I clearly remember that I missed a step while working and fell straight off the roof. Such a height, and I'm still coming out of a coffin..."

The man's voice trembled more and more as he spoke, eventually turning into a wail. He called out the names of his wife and daughter, and began to say sorry.

"Lord Hestia, this uncle seems to completely disbelieve you."

Tiona looked at the Lolita Goddess and said.

"No memory of death?"

Fels realized this from the opponent's performance.

The resurrected bricklayer is emotionally devastated because he feels he has abandoned his family.

He clearly understood the predicament his wife and daughters might face if the family lost itself.

However, the person's emotional breakdown was quickly brought to an end.

Because Broly stepped forward and immediately used his persuasive skills on the man.

Two sharp slaps were heard, two measured slaps.

Being confused doesn't hurt the brain; the person quickly came to realize the reality of being alive.

"That's how it is. You don't need to pay for resurrection, but if you want to return to your family, you must first sign this confidentiality agreement..."

Fels quickly examined the bricklayer who had come back from the dead, and after confirming that the man was exactly like a living person who had never died, he took action against him.

Yes, the other party is not allowed to mention that they were brought back from the dead. They can only say to others that they fell and were seriously injured, and were healed by a kind adventurer doctor.

If violated, a resurrection fee of up to 120 million Faris must be paid, not including Broly's labor costs, but only the cost of the mana restoration potions consumed.

Upon hearing the price of 120 million fali, the bricklayer, who had already realized he had been resurrected, turned pale.

Because it was an exorbitant amount that even selling himself wouldn't be enough to repay, the bricklayer nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would absolutely keep quiet about the matter. He was then taken away by the guild member in the black suit who had followed him, seemingly to be sent home.

(End of this chapter)