Chapter 882: Chapter 880: Say That Again
Cheka kept descending towards the ground.
A third of the reason was that Richard had angered him.
The other seven parts of the reason were because his body was already failing.
He was a man who had died once; he couldn’t be considered a complete entity now. He’s merely a soul fragment occupying an ordinary person’s body, relying on the energy from the Angel Feather to sustain himself.
Although the Angel Feather is powerful, it’s not omnipotent. Previously, he had expended nearly all its energy when he robbed a box of mineral powder from the mine and flew over long distances to the Delan Branch.
And the body he occupied had weakened due to multiple forced releases of extraordinary power. His face constantly changing colors from blue to purple was a sign of the coming dangers.
Now, provoked by Richard’s words, he reached his limit, breaking the precarious balance he had been struggling to maintain, which caused him to vomit blood and collapse to the ground.
However, in the end, Cheka did not crash onto the ground. During the process, Long Mei’er, who was seated, suddenly made a move, emitting a burst of powerful invisible energy.
Cheka’s body trembled, held up by the energy, and returned to his seat.
Afterwards, Long Mei’er spoke, addressing Cheka softly while seated: “Inspector, you really shouldn’t get too excited. After all, this is just an inquiry meeting for mutual questioning. No matter what is said, as long as it’s reasonable, it’s all for the pursuit of truth. Isn’t that right?”
Cheka didn’t answer, he just sat in the chair, maintaining a rigid posture, with his eyes fixed on Richard.
The people around could clearly feel that Cheka’s life force was rapidly declining, like a balloon being punctured.
Not receiving a response from Cheka, Long Mei’er did not become angry but turned to Richard and said, “Wizard Richard, I also want to advise you not to be too excited. As I mentioned earlier, this is just an inquiry meeting, not a judgment meeting. In this meeting, no one is a suspect, nor is anyone targeting anyone else; everything is for the interests of the organization.
If you have some dissatisfaction, there must be some misunderstanding. I can assure you that Inspector Cheka is not targeting you, nor is he using you to target others. Alright, do you have anything else to say?”
Richard spoke, “If it is really , then I must apologize to Inspector Cheka. I did not intend to offend, and I hope he can forgive me for my verbal mistakes.”
As he spoke, Richard returned to the courteous Truth Society member he once was.
Long Mei’er nodded, satisfied. “That’s best, I believe Inspector Cheka will understand you. Isn’t that right, Inspector?” Long Mei’er looked at Cheka again.
At this point, the life force within Cheka continued to drain rapidly, and he became extremely weak.
After hearing the words, he first glanced at Long Mei’er, then rigidly turned his eyes to survey the room. His voice was hoarse and unclear, as if his throat was full of phlegm.
“Forgive, huh? What is there that I can’t forgive?” Cheka remarked with a bitter smile, as if having realized something, “Alright, I’ve figured it out. The mistake isn’t Wizard Richard’s, nor is it the Delan Branch’s, nor anyone in the Southern Free Federation Organization.
The mistake is only mine. I was too confident; I shouldn’t have questioned without having key evidence, relying solely on intuition. That’s wrong, very wrong. I hope next time I’ll have the opportunity to make amends.”
Cheka’s life force grew weaker as he spoke, reaching a critical state.
Cheka seemed to have accepted everything, turning his head with difficulty to look at Long Mei’er seriously: “Supervisor Long Mei’er, my body can no longer sustain itself. The final soul fragment is about to dissipate, and I will soon be dead. After I die, I want you to promise me two things.”
“What are they?” Long Mei’er leaned slightly toward Cheka, asking.
“The first thing,” Cheka said, “is to report the details of my death to headquarters.”
“Alright.” Long Mei’er nodded, without hesitation.
Even if Cheka hadn’t mentioned it, he would have done so.
After all, Cheka was sent by headquarters for inspection, and suddenly dying must be reported, or it wouldn’t be explained to headquarters.
“The second thing,” Cheka continued, his voice weakening, barely audible, “The second thing is… to request an emergency situation for my death from headquarters, and have me resurrected in a complete state as soon as possible. This way, I can preserve my soul and memory to continue the unfinished tasks and investigate unclear issues. It would also act as a remedy for my wrongful death this time.”
Upon hearing this, Long Mei’er raised an eyebrow but did not immediately answer.
The second task was much more complicated than the first.
For a member of Cheka’s level, resurrection isn’t the same as for regular members.
In the Truth Society, the higher the level of a member, the more difficult the resurrection becomes, because the higher the level, the more stringent the requirements for a perfect resurrection.
At least in Long Mei’er’s view, a member of the Iron Ring level, reviving through changing bodies and injecting backup memories is not resurrection at all; it’s merely creating a puppet that looks similar but doesn’t have a soul.
A perfect resurrection should preserve all memories before death and restore the entire soul and body.
Doing so is evidently very difficult, usually only available to members at the Silver Ring level and above. Besides consuming enormous resources, True God power is also needed.
And to exchange for True God’s power, considerable Divine Favored is required.
In short, a perfect resurrection of Cheka is no easy task.
Generally speaking, the resources required to resurrect an Inspector like Cheka could be enough to train and elevate two or even three Inspectors from among lower-level members.
So, if things develop normally, after Cheka’s death, he would find it difficult to resurrect in a short time. Only at a certain stage and with special needs would headquarters spend a great deal to resurrect him.
The timing could be years later, ten or twenty years later, decades later, or even centuries later.
Long Mei’er pressed his lips.
Precisely because resurrection is difficult, Steward Ji Burlen from the East Coast, whom he valued greatly, is still asleep inside the Crystal Skull.
And precisely because of this, he did not immediately respond to Cheka.
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On the other hand, even if accomplished, it wouldn’t benefit him.
After all, Cheka was prepared to continue investigating the Southern Free Federation Branch. If no loopholes are found, it’s fine. But if they are, wouldn’t it be creating trouble for himself?
After pondering for a moment upon hearing Cheka’s second request, Long Mei’er spoke.
His face showed a serious expression as he placed one hand on Cheka’s shoulder, saying: “Inspector, what were you saying? I didn’t hear clearly, please say it again.”
After a slight pause, Cheka attempted to speak again, with a very small and indistinct voice, trying to convey: “I want you to…”
As the voice sounded, Cheka’s life force grew weaker and weaker until it was almost indiscernible.
When another word was uttered, Cheka’s body suddenly stiffened, remaining motionless, still looking at Long Mei’er, but he had died completely.
The conference room was very quiet.