I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！ - Chapter 60

Chapter60-Resurrection
“A piece of stone can be made into a body?”

“Of course! What do you think alchemy is? The charm of alchemy lies in making the impossible possible! Let me think… Since we have the divine stone as a base, the restrictions on other materials can be relaxed…

Oh, I’ll also need that Behemoth heart of yours, it will be useful.

Additionally, get me at least a hundred-year-old bloodvine, the eye of a dark raven, and if possible, some goblin spring water. That would be perfect!”

John: “…”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never even heard of half the things you mentioned. And with my current capabilities, even if they exist, could I get them? Please, consider the current situation!”

“This is already the minimum requirement. Any further compromise would waste such a good material as the divine stone. Anyway, if you want your friend to be a great help after resurrection, you’d better follow my instructions.”

“I… will do my best.”

John sighed deeply, rubbed his brow in helplessness, and then looked up to find Exiled Immortal and the others staring at him intently, which confused him.

“Is there… something wrong?”

“Yes… Ever since a while ago, you’ve been muttering about jokes and stones. John, are you really okay? I feel like ever since we came back from the Behemoth hunt, your mental state has been a bit off.”

Talking to oneself isn’t uncommon, but doing so under the watchful eyes of many people, and continuing unabated, is quite rare.

Hearing this, John suddenly realized that he had spoken all those words out loud. He had thought the conversation was confined to himself and the woman!

“I just… thought of something. It’s possible, I mean it’s possible, that I can bring Qing back to life.”

At this point, John saw no reason to hide the matter any longer.

Since Qing’s resurrection was inevitable, it was better to prepare everyone mentally now to avoid any shocks later.

However, John didn’t realize the impact his words would have on Helena and the others.

“What did you say? John, are you joking?”

Helena’s eyes widened, and she stared at John, tentatively saying, “We shouldn’t joke about such things…”

“Yeah, John, we all regret Qing’s death. If it were possible, I’d truly wish for something that could bring Qing back to life. But it’s been so long now. Even if such a treasure exists, it’s too late…”

“Are you finished?”

John clicked his tongue and said helplessly, “I understand that it’s hard for you to accept this suddenly, but I’m fifty percent sure I can bring Qing back. I’ve been preparing for this all along. If I wasn’t confident, I wouldn’t have told you.

Qing’s strength is undeniable. With him, tackling some of the tougher dungeons will be much easier. It would be a waste for him to stay dead.

I’m telling you this for two reasons.

First, to prepare you mentally, so you won’t be scared out of your wits when Qing stands before you alive.

Second, you must not tell anyone about this, especially that I have the ability to bring the dead back to life. It would cause us unnecessary trouble. Do you understand?”

“I… I still don’t get it, John. Bringing someone back to life—is that also alchemy? How can there be such exaggerated alchemy in this world?”

“Because imagination is limitless, and that’s why alchemy can create miracles!”

…

[Deep Forest], within a certain labyrinth!

Lawrence slammed his greatsword down heavily, accompanied by the splattering of monster blood, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“That look, the helplessness in the face of death—ah! What a wonderful expression!”

“Ugh, what a lunatic. I just don’t get it, why do we have to cooperate with such a pervert?”

“Shh! Keep your voice down. It wouldn’t be good if he heard you! As crazy as he is, there’s no denying his strength. The monsters we’ve encountered so far, hardly any could last ten rounds against him. It’s best not to provoke someone like that.”

Not far away, watching Lawrence repeatedly lift and slam his greatsword until the monster’s body was a bloody pulp, a few of them exchanged glances, and in each other’s eyes, they saw fear.

In the game world, players come in all shapes and sizes, regardless of class or personality.

Nobody really cares.

After all, whether you were a teacher, a lawyer, or even a criminal, it didn’t matter.

After the catastrophe, everything reset, and no one was judged based on their past.

But encountering someone as twisted as this was a first.

Almost every time they faced a powerful monster, after defeating it, he would smash the corpse into a bloody mess.

Sometimes, he would even scoop up a piece of the flesh and taste it.

Just witnessing this process was enough to drive one mad.

It was hard to imagine what kind of mental state this nearly pathological man must be in the real world.

Most likely, he was a mental patient locked up in a prison or a serial killer.

“Can we… can we move on now?”

“Fuck off!”

Lawrence suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot and looking incredibly fierce.

“Who gave you permission to interrupt me?”

“S-sorry!”

“I warned you all not to disturb me during my hunt. This is your final warning. Next time, it will be you who ends up as pulp!”

Lawrence said coldly, sheathing his greatsword.

He had lost interest in continuing and turned to leave.

The man who was glanced at by Lawrence began breathing more rapidly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, clearly scared out of his wits.

The others felt sympathy for his predicament.

Just being looked at by that lunatic was enough to make anyone feel deeply uncomfortable.

“Brother, maybe it’s best if you don’t go…”

The team leader walked up and patted the man’s shoulder, but before he could finish his sentence, he caught a whiff of a foul smell.

Looking down, he saw that the man had wet himself out of fear.

Leader: “…If you can’t handle it, you can withdraw and take a good rest.”

“I-I want to withdraw… I absolutely can’t stay with someone like that. He’s… he’s a madman!”

…

After finishing the creation of twenty trigger magic traps, John stretched and let out a long sigh of relief.

“Finally done. That was exhausting…”

If there was a drawback to being an Alchemist, it was the tedious, high-intensity mechanical work that could drive anyone crazy.

Although it only took four hours to make twenty trigger magic traps, it felt to John like an entire year had passed.

“I’ll hand these over to the queen first. Tomorrow, I’ll find some time to check out the nearby labyrinth. Maybe I’ll find something unexpected.”

With this thought, John struggled to his feet, swept his hand over the alchemy table, and stored it in his player inventory.

As the most basic alchemy table, it was no longer meeting John’s needs.

If he got the chance, he wanted to buy a more advanced alchemy table.

Lost in thought, John left his quarters, only to see Helena sitting on a swing, staring blankly at the distant smoke as if she had something on her mind.

John walked over to her and gently patted her shoulder.

“Why are you here alone? Where are Exiled Immortal and Lily?”

“Exiled Immortal went to find the elf girl, and Lily… Eh! Strange, she was just here. She must have gone back to her room.”

“I feel like you’re not in a good mood. Why don’t you tell me? Maybe I can help.”

“…John, what you said earlier about resurrecting the dead… is it true?”

Hearing this, John realized something and sat down on the other swing, letting out a long sigh.

“Yes, it’s true.”