My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 294 Killing someone and then resurrecting them, isn't that stupid?

"Hmm? Still standing at the door without moving?"

"Is she really shy?"

The Demon King jumped off the bed, somewhat disappointed, and first looked down at his own attire.

Hmm, it's still the same outfit I wore in the dream. This must be the influence that Death mentioned, right?
Is this what a deity is? Not only can it transcend time, but it can also transcend the spiritual and the material. Just recalling past memories in a dream can have such an effect.

And there's that saying—memory has power.

This was truly a novel idea; it was the first time she had ever heard of it.

Perhaps only those who have truly reached the realm of gods can understand this?

After checking Roland's clothes, the Demon King strode over to him and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Hey?"

The Demon King approached Roland and waved his hand, asking, "Are you alright, kid?"

Roland: "...It's nothing. I just wanted to ask, have you finally been resurrected, or has Professor Russell already prepared your prosthetic body?"

The Demon King smiled, put his index finger to his lips, and then winked: "Yes, why is that? That's a secret I can't tell you."

"However, some of my new memories are quite interesting."

"About you."

"Me?" Roland pointed to himself: "Memories of me?"

The Demon King nodded, then pulled out a chair in the room and sat down: "Yes, your memories are quite interesting, aren't they?"

"Of course, it is also because of our time together and the information I have obtained that I have been able to confirm that the human being mentioned in the prophetic deal that Death gave me back then is you."

"You really do have a close relationship with Death, though of course not a biological one."

"Furthermore, you don't need to bother looking up the information you wanted to know before."

"Although there is no clear evidence yet, it is almost certain that you did die once when you were eight years old, and your subsequent resurrection is also real."

"How about it, isn't this a nice gift?"

"Consider it your reward for helping me gather the remnants of the soul."

Roland felt a little dizzy after absorbing too much information all at once.

After waving at the Demon King, she sat on the edge of the bed and covered her head: "Let's not talk about the prophecy part for now... You mean I really died once?"

"Obviously."

“I’ve even started to doubt whether the you before the age of eight… no, 1008 years ago, and the you who was reborn 1008 years later, are actually the same person.”

The Demon King leaned back in his chair as he spoke: "Well, although we have a conscious connection, so I can be sure that your soul essence remains the same, it does involve that Grim Reaper. Whether she did anything to you or not is something I, in my current incomplete state, can't tell."

"You believe you were born in 1008, but current intelligence basically confirms that there was also a Roland Lancelot around 1000."

"so……"

Before the Demon King could express his thoughts and opinions, he sensed a very familiar aura, as if he had sensed it not long ago, in the room.

Then Roland's storage ring started to go out of control. With a flash of light, a red and white ball and the gray spear that Roland had placed inside jumped out of the storage ring.

That wasn't all. The next moment, a girl's phantom image was projected from the red and white sphere. This phantom image quickly grasped the gray spear, and then began to transform from phantom to reality.

Elena has become visible.

"Irena! How could you... Didn't you say you only have a limited number of times you could say it?!"

As the person involved, Roland was the most bewildered.

My trump card, which I have to count the number of times I can use, suddenly appeared on its own? Doesn't that mean I've missed one chance to use it?

Elena first bowed to Roland, then explained, "Please rest assured, this is just a small trick to make it visible; it won't affect anything."

"Furthermore, I've come here to clarify some misunderstandings this lady has!"

The Demon King finally realized what was happening: "Little ferrywoman on the River Styx, how did you jump out of Roland's storage ring?"

"Didn't you say you couldn't interfere too much in worldly affairs?"

Elena pouted and rolled her eyes at the Demon King: "Please don't say anything that will cause Lord Roland to misunderstand. Lord Death's job is already very difficult!"

The Demon King raised his hands in surrender, then smiled slyly: "Oh, so it seems you know about Roland? Tell me, you don't want to see this lord constantly troubled by his origins and neglecting his important business, do you?"

Elena, who had been so aggressive, suddenly froze.

At that moment, two completely different thoughts arose in her mind.

One reason is based on the idea that now is not the best time to let Roland know the truth, because it is still uncertain what Roland's views on the world are.

One reason was based on her own feelings; although there was no basis for it, Elena believed that Roland would not abandon the responsibilities he was supposed to bear.

The two ideas battled for a long time, but in the end, emotion prevailed.

Although she herself did not have many emotional fluctuations, that was because there were not many beings in the underworld who could speak to her.

And they're all very busy.

Basically, it's a year-round, non-stop job.

Even now, in her manifested form, Elena's true form is still diligently rowing across the River Styx, guiding the souls of the dead. Elena sighed, then looked at Roland with eyes filled with unease and hope.

"If you can promise me one thing, I can tell you..."

Roland laughed at Elena's expression: "If it's too difficult for you, then there's no need to say anything. I'm not in a hurry to know the truth."

“Hey, Roland, you’d better think this through. This is a golden opportunity. When it comes to matters involving the gods, it’s impossible to find out the truth using only earthly power and clues.”

The Demon King's voice rang in Roland's mind, but it was not urgent; it was merely a simple reminder.

Roland did not reply to the Demon King, but simply gave her a look.

The Demon King immediately stopped speaking and simply looked out the window.

For the first time in three hundred years, she was able to use her own body to observe a real and stable world.

However, Elena gave an answer that surprised both of them.

"No... it's not really difficult."

"You'll find out about this sooner or later, it's just that Lord Death and I are waiting for the right time..."

Roland laughed: "Like, appearing in my dreams at night?"

"Eh! How did you know about the Grim Reaper's plan!? She really was going to tell you the truth herself in a dream!"

Roland: "..."

Can't you guys from the underworld think of some other methods? Relying solely on dreams is far too inefficient.

Elena quickly explained to her husband, "Please don't misunderstand! Sleep is the state that all living beings are closest to death while they are alive."

"After all, death itself is also known as a beautiful dream from which you never wake up."

"Therefore, Lord Death possesses certain powers over dreams."

"This is the most reliable and safest method."

Roland nodded, not dwelling on the method. He was more curious about Elena's explanation: "Why did you say that I would have to find out about this sooner or later?"

"If you want, you can keep it from me forever, right?"

Elena didn't rush to answer, but took a moment to glance at the Demon King behind her.

It seems this guy really kept his promise and didn't say anything he shouldn't have.

However... after three hundred years, it is indeed a question how much memory a soul that remains in the mortal world after death can retain.

Perhaps it's not that she doesn't want to talk about it, but that she herself can't remember much more?
Elena sighed, then began to explain earnestly: "Please don't delve into the reasons, but this is indeed the truth you must know."

"Regarding the incident that occurred in 1008 when I fell into the sea... it was actually an accident arranged by the Grim Reaper."

"You must find it strange too."

"After all, your father would take you out to sea to fish, so he must have checked the weather."

"On a calm sea, a child who grew up by the sea and can definitely swim, if not an expert, could not possibly drown so easily."

"No matter what, your father, as a fourth-ring soldier, definitely had enough reaction time and time to save you before you drowned."

Roland nodded.

This was indeed an anomaly he had pondered.

However, due to his disordered memory, he did not investigate this matter in detail.

But... why would Death do this?

Kill yourself, then resurrect yourself? What's the point?
Irene noticed the confusion in Roland's eyes and continued to explain, "Because something is wrong with your soul."

"Something's wrong with my soul?" Roland asked. "Was there anything wrong with my soul before? Could it be that it was corrupted by an evil god?"

Elena shook her head: "Perhaps the Demon Queen hasn't had a chance to tell you that in the distant past, you were once a powerful being qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods."

"According to the agreement and covenant, the soul of that powerful being should be born into this world in this era, under the personal care of the Grim Reaper."

"But...an accident happened."

"Even the Grim Reaper failed to notice the anomaly in time. It wasn't until you were eight years old that the Underworld became aware of the abnormality in your soul."

Roland immediately understood: "You mean, the soul of that powerful being was not born into this body?"

"No... His soul does exist within your body, but the consciousness within that soul has been extinguished."

"It has been annihilated by a mysterious force that now entangles your soul."

"It transformed the soul of that powerful being into sustenance, which then nourished your soul."

"After discovering the anomaly, the Grim Reaper orchestrated an accident, planning some rescue operations in the Underworld... but obviously the plan failed."

"But Lady Death was not flustered. She seemed to have known all along that this might happen, and simply instructed me to send you back to your father."

At this point, Roland seemed to have grasped the general outline of what had happened.

To put it simply, when I transmigrated and was reincarnated, I accidentally took over someone else's account.

(End of this chapter)