After coming back to his new room, Lioro pulled up his inventory and took out two corpses. They were Mikasa’s parents. [Tier 5 spell ’Raise Dead’] → [Tier 6 spell ’Double Raise Dead’] → [Tier 7 spell ’Resurrection’] → [Tier 8 spell ’Mass Resurrection’] → [Tier 9 spell ’True Resurrection’] (Max) After upgrading the Resurrection spell to its highest tier, Lioro stopped and frowned. ’Even with "True Resurrection," I might not be able to revive them...’ The reason was simple. Although True Resurrection was the highest-tier resurrection spell, it still carried a level loss penalty. And Mikasa’s parents were ordinary people, around level 1 to level 5. That was not enough to sustain the experience loss caused by the True Resurrection spell. ’Her father was an Ackerman, so his level should be higher....’ Perhaps her father could be resurrected using True Resurrection, but her mother seemed impossible. ’If resurrection fails, their bodies will turn to ash, extinguishing any hope for future revival.’ ’...At the same time, there’s a time limit.... if they remain dead for too long, even True Resurrection will not work.’ After thinking for a moment, he took out a random bronze coin from his inventory and used his Epic Class. Equip Requirement: Level 10 Common bronze coin blessed by the Divine Smith Lioro. Final True Resurrection – Casts a one-time True Resurrection spell without any experience loss. As soon as Lioro checked its description, the bronze coin suddenly cracked, then burst apart, spreading blue mana waves of destruction. Lioro calmly used Infinity to block the small mana explosion, as if the failed result was within his expectations. Then he again opened his inventory, but this time took out a familiar pitch-black scale. His hand once again glowed with divine light, and with a thought, he added the same effect to the black dragon’s scale. But just like before— Lioro’s frown deepened. With quick movement, he enveloped the black scale in his hands. The next second, a mini explosion occurred inside his closed palms. Lioro opened his palms to reveal several small pitch-black shards embedded in his hands, having bypassed Infinity as well as his magic and physical defense. Unsurprised by the scale’s power, Lioro plucked out the shards and healed himself using the Reverse-Cursed Technique. ’Is it not possible to remove the side effects of a spell or a skill?’ ’Then what about transferring the penalty?’ Taking out another scale, Lioro imbued it with a new effect. Item: Black Dragon’s Scale Equip Requirement: Level 50 Scale of the World Enemy, the One-Eyed Black Dragon — a calamity defeated by the World Champion Lioro. Blessed by the Divine Smith Lioro. Resurrection Penalty Transfer – Transfers the experience penalty caused by the Resurrection spell to another. After adding the effect, Lioro waited. Seeing that the scale was not exploding, he smiled and used the 9th-tier spell ’True Resurrection.’ The light from the spell spread out and enveloped the two corpses. A girl no older than ten, with short black hair and wide, innocent eyes, stood outside Lioro’s room. "Brother Lioro...?" she called out quietly. "Lioro, why did you call Mikasa? I was about to take her out to the market!" Goddess Hestia, who accompanied Mikasa, said in a dissatisfied voice. Giving Hestia a long look, Lioro ignored her and turned toward Mikasa. Then, with silent movement, he stepped aside, gesturing toward his room’s door. Hestia and Mikasa looked at each other. "Open the door, Mikasa," Lioro said in a calm voice, appearing mysterious. Mikasa tilted her head in confusion before placing a hand on the wooden door and opening it. Instantly, a brilliant light enveloped her vision, making her narrow her eyes. She could vaguely see two figures standing together. Goddess Hestia was about to follow when Lioro grabbed her head and yeeted her back. For more chapters visıt 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 Just then, Mikasa’s eyes adjusted to the brightness. Her voice cracked, a soft whisper that barely escaped her throat. The woman called out in a soft voice with tears flowing down her eyes. The girl froze. Her little body trembled, her lips parted but no words came. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Mikasa’s scream shattered the silence as she ran forward, tears blurring her vision. She crashed into her mother’s arms, burying her face into her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Her small fists clutched tightly at her mother’s clothes, terrified that if she let go, this moment would vanish like a dream. Her mother held her just as tightly, shaking as tears streamed down her face. "It’s okay... it’s okay, Mikasa. Mama’s here. Mama’s here..." Her voice trembled with disbelief. She could feel her daughter’s warmth, her heartbeat — things she thought she’d never experience again. Mikasa didn’t speak; she couldn’t. Every sound she made was just broken sobs and choked breaths, muffled against her mother’s chest. Then a hand rested on her head. Strong, familiar, calloused — her father’s. "Mikasa," he said softly. His deep voice wavered, gentler than she remembered. Mikasa looked up through tearful eyes — and saw his face. The same stern yet kind eyes, the same black hair, the faint scar near his jaw. He nodded slowly, smiling faintly — a rare smile that only his daughter could bring out. Her small body twisted around as she threw herself at him. "PAPA!!!" He caught her, lifting her up effortlessly despite the weakness still in his limbs. He held her tightly, like a man holding the most precious thing in the world, and buried his face in her hair. "Sorry I couldn’t protect you that day..." he whispered. Mikasa shook her head, her tears dripping onto his shoulder. "No... no, it’s okay... you’re here now..." Her mother placed her arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight family embrace. No one spoke for a long while. The sound of Mikasa’s quiet sobs mixed with the soft, steady breaths of her parents — three heartbeats echoing as one. Lioro stood quietly outside with the shocked Hestia, watching the scene unfold. Mikasa eventually pulled back, her eyes red but shining with light. "...How?" she whispered, her small voice barely audible. Her mother smiled gently. "Maybe... an angel brought us back." Her father said softly, glancing at Lioro, "Or perhaps... someone even greater." Mikasa followed their gaze and looked at Lioro. He met her eyes for a moment — then simply smiled and said, "You can call it... a gift." Mikasa opened her mouth as if to say something, but her words caught in her throat. Instead, she just lowered her head and whispered softly, "Thank you, Brother..." Lioro said nothing in return. He simply turned away with the stunned Hestia, giving them privacy. He had already told Mikasa’s parents the general outline of the story, so there wouldn’t be much problem. Behind him, Mikasa’s voice broke again — but this time, her tears were different. Tears of a child who had just been given back the world she lost. After walking some distance, Lioro stopped and looked back at Goddess Hestia. She was staring at him with a complex look in her eyes. Her face was filled with confusion and disbelief. Feeling her brain overloading at the absurdity of the situation, she couldn’t help but ask, Lioro replied in a plain voice, as if he had done something insignificant. Hestia was at a loss for words. She could only point at him with a trembling finger, unable to form any meaningful sentence. Lioro smirked seeing her reaction, then suddenly raised his chin and said in a haughty voice, "Tsk, it seems you’re finally understanding my greatness, Peasant!" Hestia was speechless. But seeing his familiar stupid, arrogant expression, she actually calmed down. Taking a step forward, she opened her arms and hugged him. Before Lioro could say anything, she whispered, "You truly are a miracle... my child, Lioro." "Seeing your greatness, it makes me wonder if I have been holding you back..." Hestia buried her face in his chest, not daring to look up. Raising his hand, Lioro patted her head and replied in a calm voice, "You’re being dramatic again, Goddess. I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again — I do not regret joining your Familia." Hestia raised her head and stared straight into his eyes. Because of her status as a god, she could tell he wasn’t lying. A smile blossomed on Hestia’s face as she said brightly, "Thank you for helping Mikasa, Lioro!" "No need for thanks! It’s my duty as the Captain!" "Wow! So you remembered you’re the Captain? Then how about actually playing the role and not leaving everything for Yorichii to handle??" Hestia! You’ve gone too far! Lioro hurriedly averted his gaze. Hestia stared at him with fiery eyes. Well, after somehow separating from Hestia, Lioro did exactly what he was supposed to do as the Captain. Go out and recruit new members. Hehe, you thought he would stay back and stop exploring all those exciting worlds? Keep dreaming! He added a communication feature within his and Elsa’s ring; through that, she would tell him when she was ready to go to the Frozen world. Till then, he was free to explore another world. Actually, there was a more important reason he was so keen on exploring a new world. ’I want World Cores.’ The essence of a world — a World Core formed after its destruction. A crucial item used to craft World-Class items. To get one, he needed to destroy a world. And it couldn’t be some empty planet, but one where a civilization had lived. Empty planets don’t produce World Cores after their destruction. Lioro touched his chin and looked at his Epic Class. It was in a league of its own, far above any and all special classes. And he had a feeling — a vague but certain feeling — that he would be able to truly use this class after getting his hands on a World Core. It wasn’t just about building World-Class items. World Cores could be used for creating something far more incredible... That was the hidden message he received from his Epic Class — Divine Smith. Releasing a small breath, Lioro activated his ability and vanished from the spot. The void cracked before Lioro’s figure appeared out of nowhere. "H-he just appeared out of nowhere!" ’A street?’, Lioro thought as he looked around the medieval-looking street made of cobblestone. Ignoring the confused people around him, Lioro clearly sensed the mana-rich environment surrounding him. ’A high mana concentration? Almost as good as the Overlord world...’ Lioro calmly assessed everything. ’A time difference of 1:5? A day in Overlord equals five days here.’ Just then, his gaze landed on a newspaper the middle-aged man nearby was holding. Lioro’s eyes suddenly narrowed. With quick movement, he grabbed the newspaper from the stunned man’s hands before he could react. Ignoring the man’s confusion, Lioro quickly scanned the image that had caught his attention. It showed vague figures of several people wearing similar black attire. Lioro’s eyes inadvertently went toward the title. [Headline: Mysterious Figures Dubbed "Shadow Garden" Make Their First Appearance in the Capital! What is their secret? What is their motive? They call their leader—] ’Shadow?? Eminence in Shadow??!!’ Lioro was speechless. If you’re interested: /nkc_reaper