A Method to Revive His Daughter, Useless? The Body of the God of Otsutsuki

Looking at the blonde woman wearing the teal bodysuit he had bought for Akebi, Amado was briefly dazed, as though he truly saw his daughter Akebi standing before him.

She smiled at him. "Dad, do I look good in this outfit?"

Unfortunately, when reality overlapped with his illusion, he recognized the truth.

His daughter Akebi was still lying in a hospital bed, while this Artificial Otsutsuki before him was merely a woman resurrected from a third-person perspective, possessing part of his daughter's memories.

Whether it was her personality or her current expression, everything made it clear that she was not the daughter he knew, Akebi.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

The blonde woman frowned and pressed him.

From her memories, she could sense that Amado was a good person—good to her.

She clearly knew that he would not hurt her.

Amado came back to his senses and shook his head slightly. "It doesn't look good. You... will never be prettier than my Akebi."

Amado's expression was extremely serious when he said that.

"What did you say?!"

The blonde woman was furious and tore apart the clothes she was wearing.

"You think I only look best like this, don't you?"

Amado frowned as well. "Lockdown."

In an instant, a sharp gleam flashed through his right eye.

The next second, the blonde woman seemed to lose consciousness and instantly collapsed.

Her entire body fell unconscious.

Amado walked over to her and selected another outfit of the same style and color, then dressed her in it.

"Don't even think about hurting my daughter. Even if you're an important test subject in reviving her, you still can't."

He gently stroked the blonde woman's hair.

So similar. Far too similar.

If one looked at the woman before him while she slept, she was almost no