Chapter 322 - 123: The Death Codex! Lynch Has a Legacy

Chapter 322: Chapter 123: The Death Codex! Lynch Has a Legacy

She paused, then looked at Lynch. "The material of the scripture and the way its internal energy is structured are quite profound. The creator’s mastery of the Undead is likely extremely high."

"As for whether the contents of the letter are a trick, one would have to open it to find out. But as for the external seals and emblems, this is all there is."

Lynch’s heart sank as he listened.

He knew it. The things his compatriot Lester had left behind weren’t that simple.

’A knowledge lock, a sensing imprint... None of these sound like simple things.’

"Thank you, Honored Mother!" Lynch bowed once more.

The Moon Priestess’s examination had at least clarified the risks, which put his mind at ease considerably.

As for that "Ancestral Sensing" imprint or whatever on the letter, Lynch couldn’t care less.

It was most likely just his compatriot Lester’s way of confirming whether his treasure had been inherited.

He hesitated no longer, reaching into the black box and taking out the letter right in front of the Moon Priestess.

With a little pressure from his fingertips, the wax seal stamped with the Ashen Emblem cracked.

He pulled out the letter and unfolded it. Familiar, slightly scrawled Chinese characters met his eyes.

[To the one who comes after, let these words serve as our meeting.]

[If you can read this, it means we’re from the same place—or at least, kindred spirits who understand Chinese. To have found this place and obtained my belongings means our fates are deeply intertwined. First of all, congratulations, and thank you.]

[Let me introduce myself, so you don’t feel uneasy about taking a stranger’s things.]

[My name is Lester. I’m from China, on Earth. I was transported here in the 1990s. Before that, I was an ordinary high school teacher in a small county, teaching chemistry. But the school was severely understaffed back then, and with no one to teach physics, I took on that class as well. My monthly salary wasn’t much, but it was a steady life.]

[Did I have any hobbies? Like many young people back then, I was skeptical but intrigued by things like Qigong and supernatural powers. I jumped on the bandwagon and practiced for a while—didn’t amount to anything, of course. It was mostly for peace of mind. My greatest joy was reading. The dog-eared wuxia novels and historical epics in the school library were my spiritual sustenance. Mr. Jin Yong’s ’A great hero serves the country and its people’ made my heart swell with passion.]

[The world described in *Swordsmen of Shu Mountain*, with its carefree Sword Immortals and their world-shaking artifacts, captivated my imagination... Oh, right! Later, I stumbled upon the books of Mr. Huang Yi. The ones that left the deepest impression were *Qin Quest* and *Broken Void*. My god... Mr. Huang Yi’s books had the depth of historical fiction combined with the imagination of a fantasy novel, pursuing the absolute limits of martial arts and even the Heavenly Dao. They were a revelation to me! The concept of the "Broken Void" in particular caused me to daydream endlessly, always fantasizing that one day I too could shatter some barrier and journey to a wider world...]

[Heh, I never would have imagined my daydreams would come true like this. I didn’t achieve the Broken Void... I got sent here by an out-of-control tractor instead...]

Reading this, the corner of Lynch’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

’At least I was taken out by a big truck. But Predecessor Lester... by a tractor? That’s just so dated.’

’A high school physics and chemistry teacher from the 90s, a fan of traditional wuxia and early fantasy novels... This predecessor of mine was certainly... one of a kind.’

’No wonder he had a personality like that.’

Some of the things Lynch had previously found confusing were now starting to make sense. ℯ

’If this guy had been transported a decade or two later, after being properly educated by modern web novels, would he still have been so transparently foolish as to take on the Holy Light Church head-on?’

’If he had just seen a few of the shameless shenanigans of those cunning protagonists, he wouldn’t have been naive enough to believe that inventing a Resurrection Technique would let him change the world, win the Empire’s approval, and marry the Bright Saintess.’

For a moment, it was as if Lynch could see through the veil of time to a young, spectacled teacher in simple clothes, a man filled with a classical, romantic spirit. He saw how, even after being transported to another world, this man clung to his overly idealistic beliefs, only to end up running headfirst into a wall, broken and bleeding.

After a moment of reflection, Lynch continued reading.

The letter continued, and Lester’s handwriting seemed to grow heavier here.

[As I mentioned in my previous letter, I reclaimed Alice’s body and used the far-from-perfect "Great Resurrection Skill." The result... was horrendous. The Magic’s effect deviated completely from what I’d expected. An uncontrollable mutation occurred. I don’t know what went wrong, but only parts of her body regained their vitality. Due to being forcibly combined with dense death energy, there were severe side effects. Her soul was left even more shattered, with only some chaotic obsessions and Soul Fragments remaining.]

[That wasn’t resurrection; it was merely an unsuccessful transformation. She became a half-living, half-dead creature, possessing only partial memories of her former life and retaining a few lingering instincts, all while being ensnared by death and pain, unable to find release... That was the most painful moment of my life. It was I... I who personally turned my beloved into a hideous monster!]

[I refused to give up, so I scoured every ancient text I could find, even delving into forbidden knowledge. Eventually, I discovered that a substance called the [Nether Water Origin] might exist in the depths of the Nether River. Legend says it is the ultimate, purest form of death energy, possessing power that borders on miraculous. It became my only hope.]