Stupid Kitty, the Experiment Begins

Li Dan ran a fingertip along the edge of the display case beside him, his gaze resting on the upright figure of Roosevelt's wax statue not far away.

"Do you still have your memories from before?" he asked.

Of all the strange beings the Golden Stele had revived, only this old man in a suit, with his sharp eyes, carried an air of calm wisdom.

The rest were either primitive people wrapped in animal skins, staring about in bewilderment, or loudmouthed cowboys with revolvers at their hips. None of them looked worth talking to.

Roosevelt turned to Li Dan, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

"Of course, young man," he replied. "I'm as clever as the president himself. I'm not him, but he is me."

He paused and glanced at the other revived beings in the hall. "As for the others, I couldn't tell you. You know, some of them aren't even human."

That told Li Dan what he needed to know. This revived wax statue was not the real Roosevelt, but it had inherited the president's memories in full.

The others were probably much the same, though a few might have been unusual beings that had possessed physical bodies to begin with. From his perspective as a demon, however, Li Dan could sense no trace of a soul in any of them. That all but ruled out the possibility that their souls had been summoned back.

What he really wanted to know was where the Golden Stele's power to revive things reached its limit.

If he brought over a few Ultraman statues, or a statue of Jesus from a church, could the stele revive them too?

And even if it could, how much of the original's power would they inherit? So far, the revived beings had been unremarkable.