Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1381 - 167 If

"We never battled Danacus for nine days, nor did we have the capacity to endure the agony of millions of deaths," Pannis’s eye muscles twitched as if remembering some unpleasant past, gritting his teeth, "Even a few dozen deaths are already unbearable. If we really let every creature die thousands or tens of thousands of times, I think no being could bear such pain before going mad. Hmm, if what you said is true, maybe Loki and Sigein really could endure it, but with that kind of strength, it’s hard to still consider them as ordinary beings. As for another means to cope, our method was clear from the start, which was to endure by sheer resilience."

"Rattle rattle."

"Only a few dozen times?" Saen mentioned the few dozen deaths in a relaxed tone, making Shiela, who was translating for him, couldn’t help but turn her head to look at him. As a ghost who had experienced death, although Shiela could not remember the cause and nature of her death, the memory of the sensation of dying was still vivid—it was a pain that no one would want to endure a second time. Translating Saen’s words, Shiela involuntarily put herself in the situation, thinking about enduring that kind of pain dozens of times, even though she was an undead and had no body, she couldn’t help but instinctively shudder and glared at Saen before continuing to translate, "It seems you finished the battle quickly then, otherwise it wouldn’t be possible for each individual to endure only a few dozen shocks. Although at that time Danacus was just a weakened Divine Soul, that speed is still too fast; was he really that easily defeated?"

"How could it be that easy," Pannis said with a self-mocking laugh, shaking his head, "We didn’t defeat him; he defeated himself."

Saen remained silent, only pausing in his walk and slowly turning towards Pannis, with three flickering Soul Fires staring intensely at Pannis’s face. Through these three Soul Fires, Pannis could even imagine a burly, serious-looking man staring emotionlessly at him, waiting for him to continue the conversation in a normal manner.

"Alright, alright, stop glaring; I’ll talk normally," Pannis shrugged his shoulders, seizing the opportunity to skip past the segment of history he least wanted to recall, speaking in a very light tone, "In any case, we mortals could not defeat him, and indeed, he did defeat himself because he was just a Divine Soul, needing a body to regain his full power. However, reconstructing a Divine Body takes a very long time, measured in tens of thousands of years, but it’s much easier using a powerful body to remake."

"Rattle rattle rattle, rattle rattle."

Saen’s skeleton rattled as he continuously opened and closed his jaw, producing a long string of rattling sounds, speaking a few sentences, pausing for a few seconds, then speaking a few more, repeating this cycle, as if he were contemplating continuously and then repeatedly raising questions.

"Hey, Saen, calm down," Shiela was about to calm Saen, but she immediately became even more agitated than Saen upon hearing his following words, her voice sharp, "Really? Is that what you meant to say? That does make sense; it must be so."

"Cough cough," Pannis coughed dryly, helplessly watching the suddenly discomposed female ghost, though he had guessed the gist of their conversation, he still dropped his shoulders weakly, smiling wryly, "I thought we had a professional translator here; perhaps that was my misconception."

"Cough cough cough cough." Although ghosts couldn’t cough, Shiela still made a coughing sound similarly, chuckling awkwardly, "Err, too surprised, got a bit distracted; my apologies, my apologies."

"It’s understandable," Pannis nodded, "Please continue."

"Saen said, ’I understand, it was indeed he who defeated himself.’" Shiela’s body still flickered slightly, but her voice had temporarily regained its calm, translating bit by bit, "Then he asked, who among you became the vessel? Then he asked again, could you really bring yourselves to kill your own comrade? No, it couldn’t have been you who acted. If you had killed the person who became the vessel, he couldn’t still be alive. What exactly happened then? But now it makes sense; no wonder the master invited you to meet, as he was originally friends who fought side by side with you. Hey, Mr. Pannis, this next sentence is what I’m saying, okay? This is true, right? The master is really..."

Pannis looked deeply at Saen, the leader of the Undead, who was truly a strong fighter who had once battled alongside Loki Sigein, not only powerful but also as clever as he was strong. From just one simple sentence from himself, the other party had already deduced all the subsequent events, and almost without error. Under Shiela’s questioning, Pannis hummed softly and sighed, "Details aren’t necessary to consider. Overall, that’s basically it."

"So you are really familiar with the master." Shiela’s admiration for the Grimreaper was much more intense than Saen’s, and she excitedly said, "Are you very close? Is he..."

"Rattle, rattle."

"Hmm? I didn’t catch that," Shiela blinked in confusion, but ultimately, complying with Saen’s wish, she said softly, "Sorry."

"It’s nothing," Pannis shook his head, although for a moment, his eyes filled with painful struggle, but this painful look was fleeting, and he soon replaced it with a calm and lazy expression, "Ultimately, Nellie became the vessel, and in the instant before being devoured by the Divine Soul, she used her own weapon to severely injure herself, thereby also dealing a serious blow to the Soul of Danacus, directly causing Danacus to fall into slumber once again."

"Rattle, rattle."

"That makes sense; attacking oneself, even with great determination, the body’s instinct often leaves a bit of room," Saen said silently, "In the instant when she was possessed by the Soul of Danacus, her body had merged with divinity and took over Danacus’ authority. It was this slight hesitation that allowed her supposedly dead body and consciousness to survive under the protection of divinity."

"It’s roughly like that," Pannis nodded, "Although I don’t know what happened afterward, my theory is the same as yours. I think the actual situation might vary in details, but overall there wouldn’t likely be any differences."

"Rattle, rattle."

"Saen, what are you nervous about?" Shiela asked in confusion, but continued translating normally: "Saen said, no wonder he always felt that the master did not resemble the deities he had encountered before, but rather seemed more like a mortal life. But still, after talking for so long, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Well, you’ve guessed already, haven’t you? Otherwise, why be nervous?" Pannis took a deep breath and said slowly, "Everything is based on Danacus’ slumber, with Nellie taking over the authority of the Grimreaper. The question is, what if Danacus woke up?"