The Second Hero Recreation Plan isn't as straightforward as it seems.

While it's said to recreate A·Gedora, in reality, the Wise King's plan intends for someone "stronger than the Hero."

But honestly, this is nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy.

At least, the three individuals attempting to recreate A·Gedora faced unimaginable obstacles.

The simplest issue, even just with recreating A·Gedora's appearance, there's significant disagreement.

"He should have been more handsome and his smile sunnier back then!" Charlette gave her opinion, "Although he had many immature aspects, his willingness to learn and improve is his merit, and that's why he continuously advanced. So his appearance should be like this..."

Adeline looked at her with discontent: "How can you say he was immature? If he were immature, could he defeat the Demon King? Haven't you encountered the Demon King? He was clearly mature from the start, trustworthy, and only someone like you would view him as immature. His smile back then was undoubtedly steadier, more reassuring."

"I still hold my original opinion; the current him is stronger than before. If you're going to do it, why not use his present appearance? Do you think the eighteen-year-old A·Gedora could beat him now?"

"At eighteen, he was younger, more confident, and understandably stronger." Charlette immediately answered the question.

Although Adeline didn't respond, her thoughts were evidently the same.

Adriana couldn't help but sigh: "I won't intervene in this matter. Just finalize his appearance; there's a lot to do. By the way, hasn't the hidden Nephilim made any plans? We've sent her invitations to join the plan."

"Her attitude is somewhat ambiguous, neither fully rejecting nor outright agreeing."

"She doesn't seem like someone who hesitates."

"That's what's puzzling."

...

"How is the scenery of the World of the Dead?"

Scenery...

The corners of the mouths of the two Elves and Doro twitched simultaneously. To be honest, if Mohe hadn't told them this was the World of the Dead, they would surely think they'd been exiled to some barren wasteland, devoid of any flora.

Seeing everyone's speechless expressions, Mohe awkwardly smiled: "Theoretically, we just need to take out the urn and release the Snow Elves' souls. The specific location in the World of the Dead doesn't really matter, then we can prepare to return."

"What are you waiting for then?"

The one asking was Doro.

"Mr. Doro, why are you in such a hurry? But if you're anxious, it shows you sense something, right? Do you have a vague feeling something's amiss? To be honest, I feel the same." Mohe took a deep breath, "I expected the Goddess to descend upon this world, but she hasn't, yet..."

Mohe's expression changed: "I didn't expect, after a thousand years, life forms like this would come into existence here. Though they may not have high intelligence, dear Hero, they're not easy to deal with."

"Can you just ignore them?"

"If you ignore them, what do you think will happen to the spirits here?" Mohe sighed helplessly, "According to the Goddess's conception, such entities shouldn't form here."

Doro and Mohe could feel something watching them, an enormous, unobservable, strong presence.

Doro looked puzzled at Mohe: "What's wrong with the Goddess? If this is her extension, she should handle things here."

"Didn't the Goddess descend when you were dueling Charlette? Do you think she had problems back then?" Mohe countered with the question.

Doro could only reply: "I wasn't communicating seriously with the Goddess then, so I couldn't discern her true state."

"There shouldn't be any issue; if the Goddess had problems, the Celestial Realm would have been thrown into turmoil long ago. The World of the Dead is likely something she hasn't managed well, and she's busy doing things unknown to me, since divine and celestial matters are irrelevant to me."

Honestly, Doro was genuinely curious about Mohe's relationship with the Goddess. Though she claimed they're lovers, their dynamic didn't resemble that of lovers; rather, from Doro's perspective, it seemed more like enemies.

"So, with this entity here, can't the souls be released?"

Mohe spread her hands: "They'd be devoured by this entity unless you eliminate it. I hope this entity is alone in this vast World of the Dead, with the Goddess interfering in our transmission, leading us to encounter it... This is the best scenario; otherwise... it would be terrible."

Otherwise, this place might already be crawling with these entities.

The issue with human reincarnation could have already begun.

Doro found it challenging to discern the specifics with Mohe here.

Though she seemed somewhat confused, Doro knew Mohe must have contingency plans for these matters.

"Elf, Roland, use this to release the Snow Elves' souls; regardless, Mr. Doro and I have to face these things."

As for whether these things could defeat Mohe and Doro?

Isn't that nonsense? Even if she isn't at her peak, as Demon King, she isn't weak enough to be defeated by these things, especially with Doro by her side, she merely wants a more comprehensive understanding of the situation here.

Elf accepted the urn.

Opened it.

Crying noises emanated from inside, followed by spirits continuously emerging, at which moment the world seemed to start shaking.

"Clearly, in a world that's a crevice, this surely has something to do with the Goddess's gaze, doesn't it?"

As she finished speaking, a transparent object appeared before them.

"If I must name this thing, I'd call it Thought Community."

Some kind of entity formed from the collective will of numerous spirits—souls exist in the world, and certain commonalities inherently exist among them, these common aspects begin to attach to one another, eventually expanding into a conglomerate like this, capable of "devouring" nearly all types of spirits.

And such interconnected formations similarly possess powerful "strength."

In some sense.

"Resonance" and "connection" can only be achieved after becoming a spirit; as living creatures, this isn't possible, even the greatest collective magic arrays for military use fall short in linking everyone's strengths together.

After all, everyone's thoughts are different.

When all creatures become spirits, thoughts become straightforward and pure.

Certain "commonalities" become foundational links, gaining powerful strength.

Doro prepared to draw his sword.

"Mr. Doro, perhaps you should wait and see my methods first?"

It seemed if Doro acted, the spirits forming the giant Thought Community would dissipate under his terrifying power, but Mohe didn't want that; she wanted a clearer and direct view.

"Spiritual Manipulation!"

She floated into the air, her hand directly touching the massive Thought Community, her symbol included elements representing spirits, though she hasn't fully reclaimed this part of her body, she could use certain powers, she directly began forcibly "controlling."

"Oh~ unsurprisingly formed from some 'commonality,' the power is incredibly strong, they're merely spirits, yet their will and strength far exceed my expectations, it truly startled me, but..."

Mohe seemed somewhat excited: "But they're just spirits after all."

Pale blue energy instantly suffused the entire transparent giant.

Mohe then simply shouted: "Split!"

The colossal entity composed of spirits began to crumble, one spirit after another emerged, akin to a dam collapsing due to ant infestations, initially a tiny breach, quickly becoming complete, like silt, like flowing water...

Spirits returned to spirits.

The vacant space before them was swiftly filled with all kinds of spirits.

"This is what the World of the Dead truly should look like—the scenery we saw upon entering was overly desolate."

Mohe returned to the ground.

Elf couldn't help but feel relieved: "So now, can we go back?"

"Return? We could return now, I don't mind, but... our Mr. Doro seems to think otherwise?"

"Since we've encountered issues here, they must be resolved, right? Otherwise, the Snow Elves' souls would inevitably become like that, wouldn't they?"

Doro expressed his thoughts, unsurprised Mohe guessed his ideas.

"This doesn't suit your character, Mr. Doro, while you think expressing like this makes sense—but who told you this? Did anything happen? I'm curious."

"Then remain curious."

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