After Xing said that, Jing Yuan's face visibly darkened.
Dan Heng sighed, rubbing his forehead in exasperation, while March 7th silently took two steps back, using her actions to indicate that she was not familiar with this abstract individual.
Finally, Himeko and Welt couldn't bear to watch any longer and motioned for Dan Heng and March 7th to drag her away.
Without a moment's hesitation, the two immediately took Xing by her arms and led her away.
“You are presumptuous! How dare you be rude to me! I will… Mmph mmph mmph…”
Before Xing could finish speaking, March 7th, pulling out a cup of Himeko's long-cherished coffee from who-knows-where, poured it directly into Xing's mouth without any hesitation.
Xing immediately became so agitated that she could only make “mmph mmph mmph” sounds.
She was then directly escorted back to the Astral Express by the two.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin had already returned to Reverie (Dreamscape).
When Jiang Lin found Gallagher, he was still drinking alone at the three monuments.
Seeing that Gallagher was still alive and well, Jiang Lin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, Gallagher looked at Jiang Lin with a hint of helplessness.
Jiang Lin immediately had a bad premonition and tentatively asked,
“How much time do you have left?”
Gallagher sighed and stated a number in a calm tone.
“Ten…”
“Ten minutes, huh? Still enough time.”
“Nine…”
Jiang Lin: ??!
Jiang Lin, without a moment's hesitation, directly pulled out his self-made “Myriad Souls Banner” from before.
The Myriad Souls Banner exuded an indescribable chill, its pole slender and emitting a faint, dark glow, with wisps of black mist coiling around its body.
The banner's face was a bottomless dark purple, covered with intricate silver runes, like countless tiny chains, shimmering slightly as the banner swayed.
A twisted skull was embedded at the top, its eye sockets empty yet seemingly radiating cold air, and several dark red tassels hung below, rustling in the wind.
Small copper bells also hung from the edges of the banner, and their sound when shaking was not crisp, but rather seemed to contain countless faint whimpers.
It looked as if it had been pulled directly from some fantasy novel, but in reality, it was just Jiang Lin "accidentally" adding some of his favorite elements when designing its appearance.
He then grabbed Gallagher and threw him directly inside.
Time was pressing, and Jiang Lin immediately began his operation.
And after a few seconds of busy work, Gallagher ultimately disappeared… but Jiang Lin's mouth curved upward, because he had succeeded.
The “false” Gallagher disappeared, and what would appear next was the “real” Gallagher.
In those few seconds, Jiang Lin had directly copied the “soul data” that constituted Gallagher.
And what he had to do next was, based on this soul data, plus some other things, reconstruct Gallagher's soul.
Jiang Lin had already completed the theory behind this technology a long time ago, and for this, he had specially created this “Myriad Souls Banner”.
This was also one of the main reasons why Jiang Lin was able to gain the attention of erudition.
And in the research data he had once recorded, among the relevant records concerning the Myriad Souls Banner and its principles, the core was the following four points:
1. The special nature of the Myriad Souls Banner:
It is not a natural spiritual object, but an artificial artifact with a special array as its core.
Within it exists an independent “soul data” space, capable of capturing and storing fragments remaining after a soul dissipates (including memories, emotions, spiritual consciousness fluctuations, etc., collectively referred to as “soul data”).
2. Characteristics of soul data:
After a soul completely dissipates, it does not completely vanish but remains in the world in a data-like form.
However, it is inherently disordered, fragmented, and carries the original owner's repulsiveness, making it difficult to spontaneously aggregate.
3. Reconstruction mechanism:
The Myriad Souls Banner can forcibly “salvage” the soul data of a specified target through its internal algorithm,
Then, using its own core logic as a framework, it fills in data gaps (the fillers might be fragmented data from other souls, or simulated data generated by the algorithm),
Ultimately, it pieces together an entity with a human-like outline and basic “self-awareness”.
4. Nature of the reconstructed entity:
It is not the resurrection of the original soul, but a “replica” based on the original owner's soul data.
Its memories and personality may be missing or mixed, its soul structure is unstable (prone to data stripping, logical conflicts), and its core cognition is forcibly implanted by the array, not a naturally formed “self”.
Of course, this fourth point was just Jiang Lin's conjecture; whether the resurrected Gallagher was truly the original Gallagher?
Perhaps only the mysterious Aeon or the Aeon of erudition would know.
But this was not important; the new Gallagher might have some problems, but Jiang Lin was not afraid of that; finding problems was how one progressed.
Of course, resurrecting Gallagher would also take some time, and during this period, he could attend to some other matters.
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and decided to go find Sunday first to see what his situation was.
But before leaving, Jiang Lin also took Mian Mian with him.
Meanwhile, in a hospital room in the real world of Penacony, Sunday sat dazedly on the hospital bed.
Sitting beside him was a worried Robin, her eyes full of anticipation, as if unwilling to give up, she repeated once more,
“Brother, you must get better…”
Just then, a robotic nurse walked in holding a report.
Seeing this, Robin quickly stood up and, looking at the robotic doctor in front of her, asked sincerely:
“Miss Vicker, may I ask, what is my brother's current condition?”
Vicker shook her head helplessly and handed the report to Robin.
“I'm sorry, Miss Robin, the situation is not optimistic.”
Robin took the report from her hand, her heart tightening involuntarily, and she asked with a trembling voice:
“What is this…?”
“According to our examination report, Mr. Sunday's spirit has suffered a very severe impact.
Logically speaking, no one should be able to survive such an impact.
But perhaps due to the grace of the Divine Lord Hipe, although Mr. Sunday is not in any life-threatening danger, his mental state is extremely poor, and the memories in his mind are a jumbled mess.
The worst-case scenario is that Mr. Sunday will remain in this state for the rest of his life.”
Upon hearing the last sentence, Robin almost lost her footing and fell to the ground, fortunately, Nurse Vicker, who was beside her, quickly caught her.
Nurse Vicker also felt a little sorry for the girl; she softened her tone, deciding to comfort Robin slightly:
“But please rest assured, the expert team of this hospital will do their utmost.”
Robin's eyes were already filled with tears at this point, but the tears ultimately did not fall.
She sniffled and said with a slight choke in her voice:
“Thank you, Miss Vicker, I would like to be alone with my brother for a while.”