Boom!
The ground was pierced through by roots wreathed in crimson light, mysterious runes flowing across their surfaces as scarlet mist spilled outward.
Wave after wave of dizziness rose in Bu Lige's mind, leaving her dazed.
In that fleeting instant, cold white light engulfed her completely—the rain of laser arrows fired by the Mechanical Puppets' weapons.
Bu Lige, dead.
After a brief darkness, a pearly white radiance filled her vision.
Bu Lige revived once more.
Before her, a prism-shaped crystal sank into the ground, flowing with profound and enigmatic light.
Bu Lige looked around. Every trace left by the previous battle had vanished completely. Even the enemies she had slain had fully revived, wandering about with staggering steps.
She did not know how Ailimiya had accomplished it.
It was as though time had reversed, returning entirely to the moment before her death.
Yet some dead creatures did not revive, such as the Mechanical Lord she had defeated earlier.
The customers had also offered all sorts of speculation about this phenomenon.
First was the nature of this world itself. It seemed to exist independently for every customer, yet there was also some special connection between them.
Perhaps it was like a data core in operation.
Through each customer's mind, it constructed relatively independent dreams.
Ailimiya was the administrator within those "dreams."
When certain particularly powerful individuals died, her power could no longer revive them.
The criterion for determining powerful individuals was whether they possessed independent souls that customers could obtain.
When players killed enemies, they could obtain rewards.
The standard for those rewards was "souls."
In this world, souls had become concrete numerical values, capable of turning into tangible entities in reality.
That was the basis for the distinction.
Bu Lige did not care much about whether those speculations were true.