Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Han Che ordered several prison guards to carry Raven's body to his office, throw it on the sofa, and then wait for him to resurrect.

Han Che still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that perhaps Raven could revive on its own, even if the revival would be slow.

The office fell silent. Han Che looked down at the documents, but couldn't concentrate on a single word.

His eyes scanned the paper, his mind preoccupied with the bet Raven had made.

Looking back now, he was doing business with no capital at all!

If you win, there's nothing more to say; if you lose, they say you'll cooperate with them in future actions, but in reality, you're just dead! And there's no resurrection!

After all, a dead person can't keep a bet.

The raven turned its head and glared at the sofa. The raven was still lying there, motionless in the same position as before.

He worked on the documents in his hands, glancing at the time every now and then, then at the corpse lying on the sofa.

With only half an hour left before 24 hours had passed, Han Che stared at Raven for several seconds. Seeing that there was still no sign of him reviving, he finally couldn't help but call out to the system.

"System, what happens if the raven doesn't revive after more than 24 hours?"

Ravens are also part of the prison. If they do not revive after 24 hours, they will remain part of the Tidal Prison and will return.

"..." Han Che shook his head silently. These were the same lines as before, but at this moment he was thinking of the machine gunner Da Zhuang.

That time, Da Zhuang didn't revive for more than 24 hours, but the machine gunner did revive, though he was not the same person at all.

If it's someone else, what's the point of the bet?

Thinking of this, Han Che recalled the raven during the final showdown.

Faced with a huge advantage, Raven surprisingly chose to remove his helmet and fight him one-on-one.

After reviving the raven for the first time, he even sent someone to help him.

Han Che gritted his teeth. Since that was the case, rather than gambling that the next "Raven" would cooperate with him, he might as well trust the Raven in front of him.

At least he knows what kind of person he is, but who knows what the next raven will be?

[Resurrect Raven? Requires spending 30 of your personal account balance.]

"Resurrection." Han Che sighed, finally making up his mind.

Your personal account has 790 million remaining.

[Resurrecting, please wait...]

As soon as the system notification sound faded, Raven's hand, which was resting on the edge of the sofa, twitched slightly.

Han Che put down his pen and stared at Raven's hand as it slowly curled up and then slowly opened, as if it were loosening its joints. Then it raised its arm from its sides and stretched over its head.

"Um……"

His mouth opened, and he made a muffled sound, like he was yawning, or perhaps he was saying something.

"Um!!"

The raven lay there with its eyes closed, stretching and its limbs stiff and even trembling. It smacked its lips twice and then licked them.

"So comfortable, much softer than a hard bed! I haven't felt this comfortable in ages! This is paradise!"

The raven's call echoed in the office, hoarse with the sound of someone just waking up.

His eyes were still closed, but the corners of his mouth were turned up, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After stretching, he lowered his arms and rested them on the sofa armrests, tapping his fingers on the armrests twice.

Slowly opening my eyes, the pure white paradise I had imagined did not appear.

He found the ceiling in front of him unfamiliar, but... why was there a ceiling?

Raven suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, then immediately closed them again and opened them once more.

Unfortunately, the scenery remained unchanged.

He quickly turned his head, scanned his surroundings, and finally looked towards the desk.

He let out a sharp, puzzled "Huh?"

Raven paused for a moment, then sat up abruptly, his eyes wide open and his jaw nearly falling off.

Behind the desk sat a familiar face.

Or rather, a familiar mask.

"Gheros? It's you again?" His voice was eight octaves higher than before, and the expression on his face didn't seem fake.

He looked down at himself, then ran his hands over his body, from his chest to his stomach.

I made sure I was still myself, then looked up and glanced around the office again.

His eyes widened as he stared at the sofa, coffee table, desk, and chair.

"This isn't heaven! This is your office?" His tone was incredulous, as if he were talking about something impossible.

"Why are you so persistent? Didn't I die? How did you come back to life?"

The raven stared wide-eyed at Geherus's restored mask, receiving no reply, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

"Aren't you the warden? Gherros? I thought Gherros was the god of judgment? How did you become the god of resurrection?" Raven asked a barrage of questions, the impact of being resurrected was clearly stronger than he had imagined.

"Damn, this really is just like your name, so Cthulhu-esque!" Raven muttered to himself.

"Speak up, what do you want? Can't you just let me go? Just let me die! Then no one will bother you anymore!"

His mouth opened and closed rapidly, and he spoke quickly, like a machine gun.

Han Che remained silent, simply watching him until he finished speaking.

Raven talked for a while, but when it realized that Han Che wasn't responding, its voice grew softer and softer until it finally stopped.

He slumped onto the sofa, sinking into it, his hands on the armrests, his legs stretched out straight, and his head tilted back to look at the ceiling.

"Whatever," he said.

"Do you still remember our previous agreement?" Han Che's voice was unreadable.

"Huh? An agreement?" Raven lifted her head from the sofa and tilted her head to look at Han Che.

"Warden, are you kidding me? You've already killed me! If I'm dead, then no one will interfere with your plans, right?"

"Why did you resurrect me again?" His voice rose again, carrying an incredulous tone.

boom!

Han Che slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and roared, "Stop talking nonsense! Since you lost, you should accept your loss!"

"Even if you die, other people will come and disgust me!"

"Today it's a raven, tomorrow a crow, and the day after a mallard—it's never going to end!"

The raven's beak twitched, as if it wanted to say something, but then it closed its mouth again.

He hunched his shoulders and raised his eyebrows, looking at Han Che like a primary school student being scolded by a teacher.

After Han Che finished speaking, he quietly interjected, "The mallard and I aren't the same crow..."

Raven felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, shifted her body on the sofa, and changed her posture.

"Uh, you mean if I don't resurrect, there will be another... Raven?"

Han Che crossed his arms in front of his chest and let out a soft "hmm" through his nose.