Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

It couldn't be wrong. In a special place called the Furnace, where entry was allowed but exit wasn't, I had once encountered the former head of the Academy, the Dean Feng whose full name was unknown.

I remembered having friendly exchanges with him about kite skills, low-health burst kills, and long-handled weapons.

Not only his appearance and aura, but even his current extraordinary rank were proof.

It turned out that he was indeed a player who only knew how to deal damage but not how to secure kills. Even in a parallel universe, he seemed to have no hope of reaching a higher level, appearing quite ordinary even among the front-row spectators.

Judging by the whiteness of his hair and beard, it was basically certain that this wasn't a younger version, nor had he wasted his years in the Furnace.

Of course, other than that, his aura was still there. The old man's eyes were narrowed slightly, staring intently at the center of the crowd.

Silvery-white, emitting bursts of coldness, with sharp, unadorned edges, there stood a slightly crude—ice coffin?

One could clearly see a corpse inside, its face covered.

Male, an Awakened, dead beyond dead. Moreover, due to the unique contamination of the Awakened, even the cold cabinet couldn't suppress it, emitting a hint of the Apocalypse Institute's scent.

He had been dead for some time, and perhaps he was really moved from the Apocalypse Institute.

It was easy to make these two judgments. Fu Qian's gaze then shifted to the side of the corpse.

A man and a woman stood on either side, clearly the focus of this event.

At the same time, that woman was also a familiar face.

Nephele... Your Excellency.

That's right, it was the former Dean of the Curse Institute who had once left.

…

It's said that if you love a job, you'll excel at it. Sticking to your post always pays off.

Given that they had dealt with each other many times, Fu Qian was very confident in his judgment.

Without needing to leave, Nephele had clearly achieved amazing success in this Academy, and the Curse Institute's reputation was now easier to understand.

But something was even more curious as a result—what was worth a Tier 2 personally showing everyone?

"Now that almost everyone is here, let's begin."

To everyone's delight, Her Excellency Nephele was very considerate, and directly called out the next moment.

"As mentioned before, what we are about to display is a true miracle, a great discovery that even makes me doubt what I have learned."

Without waiting for everyone to respond, she had already signaled the person next to her to move aside, trying to allow everyone to see the corpse, her voice faintly high-pitched as she spoke.

"That is—resurrection."

Was it such a rare effect?

Listening with great interest, Fu Qian vaguely remembered that when facing Ruyue Kana, who had a special physique, on Ye Island, Su Gao had once lamented that resurrection was extremely rare.

Could the Curse Institute actually achieve this through miracles?

Although it was uncertain what specific form it would take, being able to achieve it to some extent was already amazing.

This Academy, this path of the Awakened, was indeed thriving.

"Or it should be called Melia's resurrection."

—Hmm?

In the midst of admiration, Nephele's supplementary sentence made Fu Qian blink a few more times, feeling that it was worth the price of admission.

…

That name sounded familiar.

The whip in the hands of the First Seat of the Upper Capital seemed to be called "Melia's Flower Ball"?

Bestowed by the mentor, the divinity of Abhorrence, its lethality was astonishing.

Fu Qian undoubtedly had a deep impression of the fierce weapon that had almost shattered him.

So much so that he clearly remembered that when he inquired about who Melia was, the First Seat quoted the mentor's original words: "Don't ask."

Throughout history, those who can leave their names are all ruthless people.

And the probability of the names of the Overlords being repeated should be very small, so the two Melias are the same person?

Not only the divinity of Abhorrence, but even mastering the power of resurrection?

Was that Excellency's attribute a bit mixed?

The initial choice of the Curse Institute was because there were obviously many secrets here, and I had recently been studying it, wanting to see if "Jade Soul Upper Man" had anything to share with me.

Now it seems that there are more secrets than imagined.

"Who is Melia?"

At the same time, to everyone's delight, without Fu Qian having to try to guide, someone had already shown academic curiosity.

The person who asked was even the demigod who had come all the way together and had now squeezed to the front row.

"A noble and loving existence."

Unfortunately, Nephele's response this time was vague.

Although, because of his understanding of the essence of miracles, Fu Qian could still easily infer that Melia was really the name of a certain "He."

"Look closely."

At this time, Nephele had several more items in her hand, walking counterclockwise and placing them around the corpse in turn.

What is this?

Undoubtedly, it was the preparation work for the activation of the miracle. However, Fu Qian, who really accepted the suggestion to look closely, locked his gaze on the item on the left hand side of the corpse at that moment.

Crystal clear, emitting coldness like the cold cabinet next to it, this obviously carved item looked a bit like a leaf—that was a leaf.

Snow Tree.

At that moment, Fu Qian naturally remembered the scene of the last laboratory team building.

When taking public transportation together, Liu Shuang, who had relaxed, had shared a special plant that never shed its leaves and would turn white when it encountered snow.

And in the subsequent research on the underground miracle of the Curse Institute, I had once speculated that the reason why the snow tree only had that color-changing characteristic in the area near the Academy was likely because it had been given some extraordinary attribute at the Awakened level.

At the same time, it was also the miracle that allowed the Ark to stay, the reason why it could only be successfully launched here.

As of now, Fu Qian still tended to this view, but there was an inevitable question among them—

As an ordinary plant, why could the snow tree be linked to that extraordinary attribute?

The props required for the activation of miracles, in addition to that special candlelight, were almost all different, and it was easy to think that there should be a certain correspondence between them and the Overlord behind the miracle.

So the snow tree might even be a symbol of Her Excellency Melia?

Wouldn't that mean that the special Awakened attribute given to this area of the Academy was very likely related to Him?

Even the Ark, that kindling that looked like an Overlord had reserved for humanity…

"It's appearing, don't miss this moment."

In the midst of thinking, Her Excellency Nephele's movements were also quite swift.

With a reminder, a special candlelight similar to Professor Ake's had been inserted aside.

The corpse in the cold cabinet was still as pale as ever—but its belly was rapidly bulging, turning into a large belly in the blink of an eye, much like the scene seen in the Ark.