This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 189 - 176 The Soul That Cannot Be Resurrected

Chapter 189: Chapter 176: The Soul That Cannot Be Resurrected

Chapter 189 -176: The Soul That Cannot Be Resurrected

Amberser had seen the Ghost Ship before, he’d just ridden on it.

But a sentient Ghost Ship standing before him as a powerful Demigod was still a surprise that made Amberser’s jaw drop a little.

No wonder there were no other Undead aboard this ship. A self-aware Demigod Ghost Ship probably didn’t like others coming in and out of its body.

Amberser subconsciously started to float up, not daring to step on the deck anymore.

This small movement made Aige smile. Amberser was much smarter than those ignorant Undead pirates under her command, and much more attentive. If he wasn’t a member of the Elegy Poetry Society as well, she would really like to recruit this Lich into her ranks.

Amberser calmed down and continued, “Shipbuilder, Ghost Ship… Captain Aige, your original form must have become a Ghost Ship after an accidental sinking, right? Did your creator, by any chance, die in that accident?”

Aige nodded her head. “Correct, when I gained consciousness, he was already nothing but bones.”

Aige pointed with her finger, and the cabin door opened, allowing a crystal coffin emitting a blue-white glow to float out.

Amberser looked inside and saw a tall old man with white hair and beard.

“So this is his remains? Indeed, there is no trace of Soul energy left.”

Aige explained to Amberser, “I have tried many methods to only restore his body, but his Soul remains elusive.”

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Something felt off to Amberser, and he thought, “The old man, like a teacher or father to you, brought about your new life through his death… wait, why does this story sound so familiar?”

“Captain Aige, please hold on while I consult something,” Amberser said.

Aige looked curiously as Amberser brought out a special Gold Coin. This coin had a clear presence of divine power, obviously a Divine Artifact. What was this Lich doing with a Gold Coin? Could this Divine Artifact restore a dissipated Soul?

Without any ceremonial sense, Amberser addressed the coin directly, “Teacher, are you there? I have a very important question to ask you?”

Aige: ???

Brilliant light radiated from the Gold Coin as the phantom of the God of Alchemy appeared above it.

“What is it this time…” the God of Alchemy complained, and then he noticed Aige and exclaimed, “Wow, a powerful Demigod! Did my troublesome student offend you? For my sake, spare him this once, and I’ll make him apologize.”

A look of surprise crossed Aige’s face. A true deity summoned in one sentence? Her child must not get such treatment.

Amberser quickly interjected, “Don’t start rumors; do I look like someone who offends others carelessly? I’m asking you something, have you ever built a ship?”

The God of Alchemy shook his head. “Build a ship? I hardly ever saw the sea, oh, this is underwater, I hadn’t noticed. Have you found the Elf Tribe’s Divine Artifact?”

“You really never built a ship?” Amberser pressed on.

The God of Alchemy replied, clearly annoyed, “Why would I lie to you? I’m an Alchemist, not a shipbuilder; those are entirely different professions!”

That seemed convincing enough, and all Amberser could do was helplessly gesture, “Alright then, that’s all for now, you can go back.”

The God of Alchemy gave Amberser a contemptuous look, then quickly disappeared.

From the moment the God of Alchemy had appeared, Aige’s mouth had been slightly agape with astonishment. Was this what deities were like—called upon at will and dismissed just as easily?

She dominated the Silent Night Sea, making even the Fury Tide Kingdom bow before her, and yet she was merely a Demigod.

How could a true deity be so humble? But that divine power couldn’t be faked; this was indeed a real deity.

“Your relationship with the God of Alchemy… seems quite good,” Aige ventured.

“It’s okay, I suppose. That old man tricked me once, and I thought you were another one of his victims. But it seems I was wrong,” Amberser said.

Amberser thought about it more and realized something didn’t add up. The God of Alchemy had said when Amberser buried him, he wasn’t yet a deity, and Aige’s history as a Ghost Ship probably predated Laine. The timelines didn’t match.

Aige had no words to reply, never in her long life had she seen a deity so easy to speak to.

Indeed, the members of the Elegy Poetry Society were all talents in the world of the Undead.

Aige dismissed the idea of recruiting Amberser and continued to inquire, “Do you have any way to restore his Soul?”

Once again looking at the lifeless body, Amberser pondered and said, “A Wishing Spell can’t restore his Soul. There are probably three possibilities. First, his Soul might not have dissipated at all and is living well somewhere, so the Wishing Spell can’t fulfill your request.”

Aige shook her head and said, “That’s impossible. I’m a pirate ship. When I came into consciousness, everyone on board had already been killed and was rotting in the vast sea. My creator was just a mortal; his soul couldn’t be preserved after death.”

“Then it’s the second possibility, a deity must have taken control of his soul, preventing the Wishing Spell from working. Did your father have any religious beliefs?” Amberser asked.

The most common scenario is that the soul ascends to the deity’s Divine Realm; even the Wishing Spell can’t fish someone out from there, otherwise the deities would turn hostile.

Aige shook her head again, “He wasn’t a devout follower; he probably didn’t qualify to ascend to the Divine Realm.”

“How do you know this so clearly when you were born after his death?” Amberser asked curiously.

Aige took out a thick booklet and handed it to Amberser, “This is his diary. I learned everything from his diary and the remaining navigation logs on the ship.”

Amberser flipped through it curiously; it was filled with records of shipbuilding, beginning with the draft sketches of Aige’s Ship and recording up to its voyage. In his diary, the shipwright continuously referred to the ship as his daughter, showing his deep affection for the pirate vessel. He was intimately familiar with every piece of wood, every nail, and each maintenance session was conducted with loving care.

However, he was very old and, after a few years at sea, he felt his life drawing to a close.

On the last page of the diary, the shipwright scribbled, “I shall be buried in the deep seas, but my daughter can traverse the Silent Night Sea on my behalf. Aige, you will become the legend of the Silent Night Sea, and your name will forever be known upon the waters.”

In a way, his wish was fulfilled.

This ghost ship indeed became the most famous warship on the Silent Night Sea, it’s just a pity that the shipwright was no longer around.

Amberser read through the diary calmly, confirming that Aige’s second claim was correct. The diary contains the shipwright’s profound feelings for the ship and not much in the way of prayers to deities—just the occasional blessing at most.

Indeed, this doesn’t seem like a devout follower, one who shouldn’t have been able to ascend to the Divine Realm.

With the soul neither remaining nor controlled by a deity, it was quite strange that the Wishing Spell couldn’t resurrect him.

“That leaves only one possibility left: if your father’s soul were resurrected, you would die. The most fundamental principle of the Wishing Spell is that it won’t let the caster die. No matter how outrageous the wish, the World Laws would only punish you, not kill you.”

“What does that have to do with me? How would resurrecting a soul kill me?” Aige expressed her confusion.

“Indeed, it’s abnormal. I can’t figure out the connection either. But, there can only be these three reasons for the Wishing Spell’s failure; perhaps we overlooked some detail.”

Amberser also didn’t understand; it indeed sounded very irrational.

“Let it be, I didn’t really have any hope,” Aige said calmly, as she had grown accustomed to the failures over the years.

But Amberser was not looking to change the subject, instead saying to her, “Captain Aige, what I’m about to say next might be a bit offensive, please forgive me.”

“Go ahead, don’t be so tense. We are both members of the Elegy Poetry Society.”

“Alright then, I want to ask if this shipwright really is that important to you? As I understand it, ghost ships are not like liches that need some sort of obsession to maintain their consciousness.”

There are many kinds of Undead, like liches, which must have a strong desire in order to keep their souls undying and can bind to a Life Casket.

Vampires don’t need it—they can eat and drink, have all sorts of feelings, and aside from a fear of light, there’s hardly any difference from humans.

Zombies don’t require it either,

as long as they are regularly provided with flesh, they can continue living, but most zombies are stupid, devoid of any intelligence.

Ghost ships, too, according to Amberser’s knowledge of the Undead, do not need strong obsessions like liches. Moreover, Aige was born after the death of the shipwright, understanding her so-called “father” only through the diary. Such a secondhand attachment shouldn’t be enough to keep an Undead preoccupied with bringing him back through the Wishing Spell.

This is illogical.

Upon hearing this, Aige replied casually, “That question seems rather pointless. We Undead live eternally; one must find something to do. My obsession wasn’t originally about this, but after all these years of contemplation, it has become one.”

Amberser said helplessly, “That makes sense. If that’s the case, then I’m afraid I can’t be of assistance. I could fabricate a similar soul based on the diary, but it wouldn’t be your father, just a false substitute.”

A Pseudo-Soul can be freely edited with enough details. He could create a “father,” but the fake would ultimately remain fake.

Aige said in surprise, “You can weave a soul according to specific requirements?”

That ability is no simple feat; generally, even deities couldn’t achieve this.

“Yes, if you need one, feel free to customize. Members of the Elegy Poetry Society can get a discount.”

Amberser was quite willing to find another sales channel.

“Then I really need to consider it well, but for now, let’s go and take that Divine Artifact,” Aige said earnestly to Amberser, “Are you ready to go to war with a kingdom?”