Returning From Level 900 Novel - Chapter 270
Chapter 270: A Mysterious Voice
Wang Wen had no idea how the scepter measured life and death or counted people, but he felt his spiritual power was out of control after only beginning to make the oath.
His mental energy, which had already increased tenfold, was beginning to run low.
He had been adding new terms.
The fatal part appeared to be in the heart rather than the head.
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Finally, the deduction became even harsher.
He could only keep healing the organs below the heart.
He only stopped in that area after tearing into the intestines.
When his spiritual energy returned, he expected to make another oath.
He switched to the brain.
Otherwise, that person could easily get diarrhea.
In the end, the remaining portion of the oath had little effect. For example, if he did not die but was on the verge of death, he would have to enter the World Tower to be restored to his full state.
Wang Wen’s spiritual power was low, just as it was about to be depleted.
He still had reservations. He pulled the empty gourd and licked it. Regardless, he had finally saved the person.
He walked to Mo Ran.
He looked at the survivor, who had only one breath left and had to go to the World Tower to recover, with his listless eyes looking at the sky that was getting brighter and brighter.
Under the effects of the oath and the potion of life, the upper half of his body, which had been split in half, was barely put back together.
It resembled a stitched monster and was extremely frightening.
Zhu Xingguo was shocked.
Mo Ran lay flat on the ground.
He allowed Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruoruo to treat him.
Only when he saw Wang Wen’s figure in his line of sight did his eyes light up.
“Did I die?” he asked, looking at Wang Wen calmly.
Wang Wen thought of his oath and said, “I don’t think so. After all, the fatal injuries were on your intestines, not your brain. You won’t die from that. It’s just that it’ll take you some effort to eat.”
Mo Ran sat quietly and listened to the rambling explanations, not refuting them.
“You can even bring the dead back to life. Your current strength has already reached a level I can only look up to.” As he spoke, there was a vague sense of desolation in his calm tone.
Wang Wen looked at his lonely expression and felt sorry for him.
After thinking for a while, he consoled him, saying, “Don’t say that; there’s no such thing as looking up… You’re on the 400th floor, so you wouldn’t be able to see me anyway.”
Mo Ran looked at Wang Wen.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
“I do not know how long after I died, but I seemed to hear a voice at that time. It is similar to but distinct from a drone’s mechanical sound. It’s a long distance away, but it feels right next to my ear.”
Wang Wen stopped consoling him, and his expression became serious.
“An abnormality warning, a correction, DSM6967, number 371 has died, to pause, something like that, and wait for a reset. The voice said all that.”
Mo Ran suddenly became agitated. Even though he was covered in blood, he raised his hand and clutched Wang Wen’s clothes tightly, saying, “You can resurrect people. Tell me what those words mean?”
Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruoruo stopped what they were doing and looked up at Wang Wen in shock.
Wang Wen’s hands unconsciously touched the scepter, frowning in deep thought.
He did not speak for a long time.
Mo Ran appeared to have gotten an answer.
He released him weakly, and he lay on the ground like a dead fish. “So you don’t know either? It turns out that you don’t even know that you can resurrect people.”
“Master?” Zhu Xingguo looked worriedly at the silent Wang Wen.
Wang Wen snapped back to his senses and said, “Don’t think too much about it. It’s very likely that I was trying to figure out how to mess with your brain at the time and caused you to hallucinate while you were near death. After all, you’ve been deprived of blood and oxygen for such a long time. It’s normal for your brain to be a little abnormal.”
Zhu Xingguo felt that it made sense.
He nodded and continued to heal the man’s bones carefully. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Ren Ruoruo and Mo Ran were still in deep thought.
Therefore, he also pretended to have a solemn expression to make himself look profound and meaningful.
In fact, he did not think that much.
He felt that they were too idle. Was it not enough to live in that world without worrying about food and clothing?
Why did he have to worry so much on such a happy day as eliminating an evil enemy?
When would they celebrate?
Would they still have the hotpot meal?
Zhu Xingguo shook his head.
He quietly sized up the people around him.
He sighed solemnly after that.
A group of people jumped off the academy’s wall.
They ran over and surrounded Wang Wen and his men.
Luo Shan took a long breath, seeing Mo Ran still breathing. He turned to Wang Wen and said, “They’ve all come back to life, those that Qin Dongbei killed in the academy.”
Wang Wen nodded and did not say anything.
Tong Xiaolei asked softly, “Which floor are you on now? Two resource team members came back to life even after their heads were crushed. Isn’t that strength more exaggerated than that of a god?”
Wang Wen shook his head and did not say anything.
Tong Xiaolei seemed a little afraid as she looked at his expression. She did not disturb him anymore and bent down to help Mo Ran.
After about two to three minutes
Mo Ran’s body was temporarily reassembled.
Even though Wang Wen’s spiritual power was nearly depleted, he had more than everyone else present combined.
He conjured an electric wheelchair with a gentle wave of his hand. He lifted Mo Ran and sat him in the wheelchair, allowing him to steer and move forward.
The wheelchair was powered by a small sun of spiritual power the size of a fingernail located at the bottom of the chair.
That was Wang Wen’s latest skill.
He had successfully ascended his combat skills to the Broken Might level by taking an oath in the tower.
Then, he discovered that all the powers in his body had been combined into a substance similar to”energy.
Magical power, spiritual power, and so on were no longer differentiated—they were all combined into one.
That energy was more concentrated and exquisite than pure magic, magic, or mental power, and it could also be reversed into other types of power that could be used in various ways.
For example, he spent five minutes before leaving the tower using energy to create an Immortal Stone he had obtained on the 500th floor.
After the Immortal Stone was made, it started to rotate without the need for any magic power.
He let Zhu Xingguo sell it.
He had obtained one million points.
If Wang Wen had enough spiritual power to make an Immortal Stone for Zhu Xingguo without eating or drinking, he could earn one million in five minutes, 12 million in an hour, and 300 million in one day!
No group with fewer than 100 members in the world could earn as much as him using that method.
However…
Wang Wen still did not think it was enough.
His energy was limited, and he could not work 24 hours a day. Even if he could, 300 million a day would only be 100 billion a year. It was better to rob the Tiansheng Group than to work half to death.
Why make things difficult for himself when life was already difficult?
They could either quickly charge the tower or quickly make money.
His time was extremely valuable. What could he accomplish if he only had 300 million per day?
Wang Wen stood back and watched as Mo Ran mastered driving the wheelchair. The shock had caused him to bleed all over his body. He hooked his finger to improve the wheelchair’s shock absorption and reduce the maximum speed.
It was to prevent him from killing himself.
The small battery, the size of a fingernail, allowed the wheelchair to run continuously for an entire day.
That was the newly mastered energy’s power.
Wang Wen could live a good life even if he did not climb the tower or cut off all of his income by selling energy.
Everyone walked into the academy.
Many robots were cleaning up the mess on the ground.
They appeared to be rented robots because they abandoned their cleaning tools and fled as soon as they saw the outsiders.
Only a rented one would act like that.
If they were bought…
They did not need to cherish their so-called lives so much.
Wang Wen looked at Li He, sitting alone in a chair in the field. He knew the guy must be poor; otherwise, he would not be so stingy.
He walked forward.
Li He raised his head.
“I owe you my life. Let me know if you need my help in the future,” he said.
“You were dead too?” Wang Wen was stunned.
Li He struggled to raise his hand and point to his bandages. “How can I live when my chest is nearly gnawed through?”
“In fact, if Luo Shan and the others had not told me what happened, I would not have known I was dead,” he explained after a brief pause.
Mo Ran rushed to him in his electric wheelchair and knocked over his chair by accident. He did not even bother to apologize and asked anxiously, “Did you hear any sound after you died? A mechanical sound similar to that of a drone? Or anything else?”
Li He, who had reached the 600th floor, was knocked to the ground by a 400th-floor tower climber. He clutched his chest and coughed. He spat half a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale. He almost died again.
He extended his hand to warn Mo Ran not to get any closer.
After panting for a long time, he said, “I don’t have any healing items. Don’t come over. I didn’t hear anything until I regained consciousness.”
