I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent?

Chapter 61: Chapter61-Elaria

"If it's true..."

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree to it."

Before Helena could finish, John immediately refused.

"But I haven't even said it yet..."

"Because I know what you want to say. You want to ask me to resurrect Lawrence as well and give him another chance, right?

My answer is no.

Apart from my personal reluctance, the most important reason is that I don't have enough materials.

To resurrect someone, the most crucial point is to find the target's soul.

After Qing's death, I managed to collect his soul through various means. During this time, I've been constantly searching for materials.

Even now, I've barely managed to gather most of them, but I'm still missing a few special ones.

But what about Lawrence? I don't have his soul. Without a soul, there's no way to resurrect him.

Helena, I don't really understand your thoughts. Do you think that dying once might change Lawrence's mindset?"

John looked away into the distance, a bitter smile on his face. "I can tell you clearly, it won't. Absolutely not.

Someone who has died once no longer respects death.

Even if I were to bring him back, he wouldn't turn into a good person as you hope.

He would probably become even more ruthless.

Both emotionally and logically, I can't resurrect Lawrence."

Hearing this, Helena lowered her eyes, her gaze noticeably dimming.

"I was too naive. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. After all, he was your friend. It's natural to have such thoughts. If anyone is to blame, it's me for not being able to help you.

Besides, on the bright side, maybe Lawrence isn't dead at all? Otherwise, how do you explain his disappearance?"

John stood up, gently brushing Helena's hair off her forehead, and smiled. "I have some things to take care of, so I won't disturb you any longer."

"John, if one day something happens to me, could you promise not to resurrect me?"

Hearing this, John stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked, "Can I ask why?"

"I... I'm just a little scared. I'm afraid that after finally escaping from all of this, I won't have the courage to face it again. So, if that day ever comes, please let me go."

...

On the way to the palace, Helena's words echoed in John's mind, refusing to fade.

It made sense.

In such a treacherous world, playing these blood and flesh games with those heartless [gods] was a torment.

To finally escape from this ordeal, would resurrection really be a good thing?

Facing death takes courage, and so does living on.

"Am I being too presumptuous?"

John pinched the bridge of his nose, his thoughts growing increasingly chaotic.

Even someone as strong as Helena could say such discouraging things. John couldn't be sure how Qing truly felt about being brought back to life.

"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time. At worst, I'll personally send him on his way again."

Unknowingly, John had already entered the palace. He looked around with interest at the simple yet beautiful architecture.

From the outside, the palace appeared completely covered in vines, impenetrable.

"Again, this feeling..."

Inside the bedchamber!

The Elf Queen's cheeks were flushed, her delicate face as if it could drip water, and her graceful body was curled up on the bed.

"What on earth is happening!"

As a centuries-old elf, the Elf Queen was well aware of her current state—clearly a manifestation of lust. But why?

As the leader of her race, the Elf Queen had long since learned to suppress her emotions, including desire.

But for some reason, she had started feeling her body heat up periodically.

Each time this happened, the Elf Queen would completely seal off the palace, lock herself in her room, and endure the ordeal.

It was indeed excruciating, but as the leader of the elves, she couldn't allow her people to see her in such a state!

"If I ever find out who's behind this, I will definitely..."

The Elf Queen struggled to sit up, her consciousness already blurred by the rampant desire.

So, when she stepped outside her bedchamber to cool off with some spring water, she ran into John, who was wandering around and happened to come by.

Her last shred of rationality shattered!

"You! What are you doing here? Who allowed you in?"

John looked over at the sound of her voice, only to see the Elf Queen with her shoulders half-bare, her face flushed, and her eyes full of longing.

He was instantly taken aback.

Is this really the Elf Queen?

She looks more like a succubus!

"I-I came to deliver something! The trigger magic traps are finished, so I brought them over. There was no one at the door to stop me!"

John took a few steps back, hurriedly turning his back to the Elf Queen, looking flustered.

"Uh... Your Majesty, I didn't see or hear anything. I'll leave the items here, and if there are any issues, you can contact me."

With that, John waved his hand, placing the magic traps down and was about to make a swift exit when he felt a pair of soft arms wrap around his waist.

Feeling the sweet breath on his ear and the soft touch against his back, John swallowed hard, his mind starting to wander.

"Your Majesty, you are..."

"Shut... shut up! Can't you see I'm not in the right state?"

"Of course, I can see that! So could you please let me go?"

Those arms looked so soft and delicate, yet they were incredibly strong. John used all his strength but couldn't budge an inch, like prey ensnared by an octopus.

The more he struggled, the tighter the embrace became!

"Your Majesty, calm down! I'm a human, you're an elf, we're different species, you know!"

The Elf Queen, however, had no strength left to speak. If John hadn't appeared, she might have barely managed to control her desire. But the moment she saw John, she completely lost control of her body.

She couldn't understand how John had gotten in when she had sealed the entire palace. Had he entered before the palace was sealed?

Countless thoughts swirled in the Elf Queen's mind, but her body acted on its own, pressing against John's back, forcing him into the spring water!

"Glub glub... cough cough! Your Majesty, please calm down! I don't even know your name and now you... mmm..."

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of soft lips silenced him, swallowing his remaining words.

"Elaria... Melfis Elaria, that's my name."

With that, Elaria completely surrendered to her desire, losing herself in it.

After a while!

John struggled to climb out of the pool, his upper body covered in kiss marks, his hair wet and hanging around his ears.

In the pool, Elaria seemed to have regained her composure, re-draping her soaked dress over herself. Her voice was icy.

"Your days are numbered, John."

"Why? I was a victim here!"

"I have strong suspicions that my current state is entirely your doing. Otherwise, why would it be you who conveniently barges into my chambers?"

"Isn't it possible that you were already like this before I came, and I just had the bad luck to stumble in? Not only did you overpower me, but you're also turning the blame on me? The great Elf Queen is really this kind of person?"

Hearing this, Elaria bit her lip, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Everything that happened here today, you must keep to yourself! If I hear any rumors about this, you will bear the consequences!"

"I'd love to keep it to myself, but look at all these kiss marks on me. How am I supposed to explain this if someone sees? Why did you have to suck so hard?"

"You! Shut up!"

"I won't shut up! What can you do? Kill me? My twenty-plus years of virginity were taken by you, and you must compensate me!"