Chapter 197 Request
Mira's mouth dropped open.

How great would it be if I had such ability?

From now on, you won’t have to worry about finding a place to stay wherever you go.

"If you are tired today, come in and rest."

"But teacher, didn't you tell me to find a place to live or build one myself?"

Hearing Locke say this, Mira asked curiously.

She didn't understand why the teacher didn't allow her to find a place to live now.

Although, she also wanted to live there.

"Yes, but my stupid disciple wasted his time trying to catch prey. What can I do?"

"Did I really watch you sleeping on a branch or in a cave?"

"hey-hey……"

Mirahan laughed a few times and didn't respond to Locke.

She also thought that the teacher didn't have any packages with him and might be hungry at night, so she went hunting first to prepare food for the teacher, and then looked for a cave to live in.

But she didn't expect that the teacher didn't need the food she prepared, which made her waste a lot of time.

Locke saw all of this.

Since Mira has such intentions, Locke must not let her intentions go to waste.

This house can be considered as Locke's return for Mira's kindness.

Anyway, compared to the intensity of the training that he asked Mira to undergo, the hardships of living in the tree house and cave were just some extras.

……

Locke's water god clone went to the frost and snow plane first, and the fate god clone was naturally not idle either.

Teleporting directly from the water god plane to the underworld, Locke hid his avatar of the god of destiny in his own sanctuary body, and then used the water walking technique to transform himself into the element of water and quickly rushed to the Nether Mountain.

Three years later, Locke returned to his water house in the Nether Mountain.

On the floating bridge of this water house, there is also a "Locke" standing there fishing.

This is an illusion that Locke created after leaving Nether Mountain. It has its own aura, appearance, and pressure...

"Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water!"

This is the result of Locke's work over the past two million years.

Even the Lord of Death did not notice this illusion, and it was not Locke himself.

Arriving at the location of the illusion, Locke's original body used the water power stored in the incarnation of the God of Destiny to turn his hair blue, and then merged it with his own illusion, dispelling the illusion of mirror flowers and water moons.

Loosening his hand and letting the premonition in his hand dissipate as water elements, Locke looked up at the top of Nether Mountain.

Locke's spiritual consciousness radiated, and soon he sensed Lilia's presence.

"Huh? It's rare, Locke, that you actually took the initiative to look for me today?"

Sensing Locke's consciousness, Lilia was also a little surprised.

After all, ever since Locke came to Nether Mountain, he has been fishing for elusive fish there every day.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Of course, Lilia also knew that since Locke took the initiative to find her, there must be something going on.

Otherwise, Locke would never have found himself.

"Well, Lilia, is your Lord God clone free now?"

"Oh?"

Lilia stood up and looked down from the top of Nether Mountain.

Locke was not looking for himself, but for his own clone of the main god. Could it be that Locke's clone in other places encountered trouble, so he wanted to find his own clone of the main god for help?
Apart from this, Lilia didn't know what else could make Locke look for her.

From this point of view, the only one who could be considered "troublesome" by Locke's clone is probably the Lord God.

"Locke, you should know what it takes to ask the Lord for help, right?"

The corner of Lilia's mouth curved up.

Although Lillia and Locke get along very well, there are certain rules that Lillia still has to maintain.

"Whoosh!"

Without paying any attention to Lilia, Locke appeared directly in front of the gate of the main god's palace on the top of Nether Mountain.

"Lord God, Locke requests to see you."

"come in."

The cold voice of the Lord of Death came from the main palace. After getting permission, Locke stepped into the main palace of the Lord of Death again.

"Locke, if you want me to help, no problem, I'm happy to help you."

"But what price can you pay for me to help you?"

"I will help the Lord God once within my power. What do you think?"

"Hey, I'll do it for you once, and you'll do it for me once. That does sound fair."

"But, Locke, what on earth makes you think that the number of attacks made by a god-level warrior can be compared with that of the Lord God?"

"Just because I am invincible, Lord God."

In the main god's palace, Locke bowed slightly.

“Lord God, perhaps my strength cannot be compared with yours, Lord God, but among the gods, I can assume that no one can be my opponent.”

"There are some matters that are inconvenient for you, Lord God, to deal with. I can come forward to solve them for you, Lord God."

"Ha, Locke, I didn't realize you could really joke."

"If it's just a god-level warrior, who else besides you can be a match for my water god clone?"

"Since my water-type divine clone can do it, why should I use you to do it?" "No, Lord God, the Lord God's divine clone is not invincible."

“If we encounter other great masters, the Lord God’s divine clone will not be able to escape the fate of being exiled to the turbulent space.”

"what?"

Hearing what Locke said, the Lord of Death fell silent.

Indeed, Locke was right.

The other incarnations of the main god do possess some of the power of will.

However, without reaching the Great Perfection, when facing the true Great Perfection, the gap in strength between the two sides is still too big.

Now, as far as the Lord of Death knows, among the god-level strongmen, only Locke has reached the state of great perfection.

If one great perfection can appear, then a second one may appear.

It is a shame for a main god, even if it is just his incarnation, to be defeated by a great master.

After all, although they sincerely admired the great perfection that could completely integrate the mysteries of a series of laws, their advantage in strength still made them put themselves at a higher level.

"three times!"

"Locke, if you promise to help me three times, I will promise to help you once."

"Lord God, once is already the limit."

Locke didn't give in.

"After all, the matter I asked you to help, Lord God, is only worth one chance for me to take action."

"If it's beyond my tolerance, then I'd rather not ask you to help."

"Is it?"

The Lord of Death raised her eyebrows. She could tell that this was indeed Locke's true words.

However, the Lord of Death was also very curious about what kind of thing could have happened that would make Locke come to him for begging, and he was only willing to pay the price of taking action once?

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Depending on the event you requested, I will consider your proposal at my discretion."

"Thank you, Lord God."

"Lord God, I know that after death, the souls of creatures below the god level will enter the world of the dead."

“So, I would like to ask the Lord God to help me check whether the soul of my brother Cole is still in the world of the dead.”

"If he still exists, please give me some pointers, Lord God, so that I can bring him out of the world of the dead."

"Just this little thing?"

When the Lord of Death heard Locke's request, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

To be honest, when Locke came to him before, the Lord of Death thought that Locke's incarnation in other dimensions had fallen into the hands of other gods, and wanted to ask him to bring his incarnation back.

Unexpectedly, he just wanted to find relatives in the world of the dead.

However, a hint of doubt flashed through the mind of the Lord of Death.

The ability to check the deceased's identity before death and restore their memories is a by-product of one of his treasures.

As his biggest trump card, the Lord of Death never told anyone about the ability of this treasure. How did Locke know about it?
Of course, although the Lord of Death had doubts in his heart, he did not reject Locke's request.

For her, if she could know more information about Locke through Locke's brother, the Lord of Death would do it herself even if Locke did not promise to take action once.

At that moment, the Lord of Death closed his eyes, and his mind was instantly connected with the treasure, the Heart of the Underworld. Through the power of the Heart of the Underworld, he searched for the soul of Locke's brother.

Soon, the Lord of Death found Cole's soul.

Afterwards, the Lord of Death cut through space, rushed to the world of the undead from the space turbulence, tore through space, pulled Cole into the space turbulence, and rushed back to his own main palace.

"Oh!"

Throwing Cole in front of Locke, the Lord of Death sat on his throne again.

"Here, this is your brother Cole."

"Do you want to restore his memory now?"

Looking at Cole kneeling on the ground, trembling and not daring to move, Locke was also extremely surprised.

He didn't expect that his brother had actually lived in the world of the dead for more than two million years.

Cole is now an undead at the peak of the holy realm.

This is much better than when Cole was alive.

"Well, please, Lord God."

As Locke finished speaking, Cole, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stiffened, and many unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind.

"I, I'm Cole?"

"I'm Cowell?"

"No, I'm Cole, and Cowell."

Hearing Cole's murmur, Locke finally let out a sigh.

The undead in the world of the dead are no different from the monsters in other material planes.

Low-level undead have only instincts but no wisdom.

But as their levels increase, they will gradually gain wisdom.

The wisdom of the sanctuary-level undead is no less than that of humans.

Cole in the world of the dead has been a sanctuary for at least a million years.

And Cole in the material plane is just a human who is less than 500 years old.

How can five hundred years of memory compare to more than a million years of memory?
Therefore, Cole, whose memory was restored by the Lord of Death, can be said to be Locke's younger brother, but it can also be said that he is not Locke's younger brother.

(End of this chapter)