What Kind of Being Was He?!

Zachary Taylor, the 12th president of the United States who served for only 16 months and was only 66 years old, died in office during his term, just like the old hero Harrison nine years earlier.

After President Taylor's death, Congress finally passed the Compromise Act proposed by Whig Party leader Henry Clay and others.

This bill decided to add California to the Union as a free state, while establishing the Districts of New Mexico and Utah. It did not initially enact laws on whether slavery would be permitted, prohibited the slave trade in the District of Columbia, and enacted stronger laws to help slave owners apprehend runaway slaves.

In what seemed like an Eternity darkness and deathly silence, a faint, hazy light suddenly appeared. As this light spread, a muffled sound gradually rose in the stillness, becoming clearer and clearer.

"... Look, his eyes moved!"

"That blood can actually bring people back to life!"

Who I am?

I am Zachary Taylor, the twelfth President of the United States!

Those two voices sounded so familiar!

Besides, am I dead?

Zachary Taylor's consciousness returned from the void, and he gradually remembered what had happened before. Hadn't he died of illness?

The feeling of death and the boundless darkness and silence convinced him that he had not misremembered.

So what's going on now? Have I arrived in heaven?

Feeling the dim light before him, Zachary Taylor tried hard to open his eyes and see where he was.

Through his continuous attempts and efforts, he seemed to finally regain control of his body. His heavy eyelids slowly opened, and a clean white ceiling came into view.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see several figures. Recalling the familiar voice he had vaguely heard earlier, Zachary Taylor couldn't help but roll his eyes and try to look up in the direction of those figures.

After waking from the darkness of death, Zachary Taylor gradually regained control of his body, and he felt as if he were lying on a bed.

Through his efforts, Zachary Taylor finally made out the figures standing in front of the bed.

Two of them were none other than Victor and James, whom he knew very well!

"What are you two doing here? Could it be that you're also...?!"

Although Zachary Taylor was still somewhat weak, his voice still revealed his deep concern for the two of them.

Clearly, he thought this was heaven, and the presence of Victor and James here meant that they had become dead like him.

"This is our home, of course we're here!"

Victor looked at Zachary Taylor, who had come back to life on the bed, grinned, revealing two sharp fangs, and said sarcastically.

"I said we'd meet again if fate allowed, and it seems we are indeed destined to meet."

Victor's tone didn't anger Zachary Taylor; he was already used to Victor's sharp tongue. What he cared about was the meaning behind Victor's words.

Recalling the two sentences he had vaguely heard earlier, Zachary Taylor stared wide-eyed in shock and asked the two men in disbelief.

"Are you saying I'm not dead?!"

Victor shook his head slightly.

No! You are already dead!

Seeing the look of confusion and bewilderment on Zachary Taylor's face, Victor couldn't help but smile smugly before continuing.

"However, you've been resurrected by our master again!"

My lord! Resurrect!

These two sensitive words made Zachary Taylor involuntarily shift his gaze from Victor and James to the tall and imposing figure standing beside them.

Is this the all-powerful "Master" the two little ones were talking about? Have I really been resurrected by him?

Zachary Taylor had no doubts about his own death. He personally experienced the entire process, endured the pain of the disease, and clearly felt the entire process of stepping into death. Those feelings could not be faked, especially the seemingly endless nothingness and darkness.

That feeling of time distortion—it seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a fleeting moment.

He was certain he wasn't unconscious or asleep, because the feeling was completely different!

As for Zachary Taylor himself, he actually believed in the fact that he had been resurrected after his death.

Moreover, since these words came from Victor, even though this brat was arrogant and always liked to go against him and especially enjoyed seeing him suffer, he and James had never lied to him. So, Zachary Taylor believed these words coming from Victor.

It seems I really did die of illness in the White House, only to be "resurrected" by this mysterious "master" in front of me!

Thinking of this, Zachary Taylor couldn't help but take a closer look at this long-renowned "Master".

His first impression of the other party was that they were powerful!

This power refers not only to physical stature and strength, but more so to the unique aura emanating from the other person.

Although his expression was calm, Zachary Taylor could sense a powerful aura of authority. This was a unique quality that only those who had long held high positions and controlled immense power and the lives of countless people could possess, something that ordinary people could never imitate or replicate.

Zachary Taylor served in the military for over forty years, rising to the rank of Major General and commanding an army. He eventually became the President of the United States, a position he held for a long time and wielded immense power. However, neither he nor any of the high-ranking officials, dignitaries, or nobles he had met, whether domestic or foreign, possessed the overwhelming aura and power that seemed to control the entire world that the man before him exuded.

He didn't think it was his imagination or that the other party was acting, although he didn't know how to explain the other party's powerful aura. Was the other party more powerful than the president of the America, or the king of a country?

He wanted to see the answer in Chen Mo's eyes, but when he looked into Chen Mo's eyes, those deep, dark eyes, which seemed to contain the whole world and the entire universe, almost made him lose himself. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. Zachary Taylor felt that his thoughts and his heart were completely exposed to the other person, and there were no secrets left.

Zachary Taylor shifted his gaze away from Chen Mo, his expression remaining largely unchanged, but his heart was like a stormy sea, churning with waves that refused to subside.

Just who exactly is this "boss" of Victor and James?!