Inside the laboratory, Lynn closed his eyes and mentally ran through the complete activation process of the Anchor Seed, a chill rising in his heart.
Marfa had never been that kindhearted. She had not been raising Lolin as a test subject, but as a "stand-in."
If Alphonse happily kept Lolin by his side, then within a few years, this maid would become Marfa's shadow.
That meant Marfa would still have a chance to return by taking over another body after being killed.
But this method was not resurrection in the true sense. It was more like an "awareness clone."
Even if she truly succeeded, it would merely be a "clone" possessing Marfa's thoughts and consciousness.
What was even crueler was that this replacement of consciousness would not destroy Lolin's original soul.
Her memories and personality would remain, only to be gradually suppressed into the deepest layers.
She would lucidly watch herself become less and less like herself, yet be powerless to stop it.
Unfortunately, Marfa had died in the truest sense. Both her corpse and soul were in Lynn's Stigma World.
No matter how many "tokens" were fused in, it would only be a "fake." Her original self-consciousness could never return.
Just like Lolin: no matter how perfect the memories Marfa had woven for her were, no matter how human the restored consciousness seemed, she still was not the original Lolin.
Lynn withdrew his Mental Power from Lolin's soul.
Lolin's face turned pale, and she limply fell backward. Alphonse lunged forward and caught her in his arms.
"How is she?" Alphonse's voice was trembling.
"Marfa left a safeguard in her soul that will continuously erode her consciousness," Lynn said. "I can deal with it, but it will take some time."
Alphonse's heart jolted. He looked up at Lynn, his eyes