Resurrection

Scrape!

The stone slab slid aside, and the coffin lid opened. Klein sat up and looked around, a little dazed.

His memories were still frozen on a pair of hands holding the urn of Saint Selena's Ashes and Fallen Morning Star. After that, it was as though he had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

He instinctively lowered his head, unbuttoned his clothes, and looked at his left chest. The hideous wound and his heart, which had a chunk missing, were writhing and healing, just like the bullet hole in his temple he had once watched rapidly close in the mirror. The only difference was that this time, it was slower and more difficult.

After taking a few dozen seconds to compose himself, Klein buttoned his clothes, pushed himself up with his hands, and vaulted out. He discovered that his Clown abilities had not disappeared.

"The best elder brother... the best younger brother... the best colleague..." Klein looked at the gravestone and silently read its inscription. A sudden ache gripped his heart, as though he could feel Melissa and Benson's grief.

This might hurt even more than watching Captain on the verge of death without being able to save him... He sighed, withdrew his gaze, and crouched to put the coffin lid back in place.

Although his thoughts were still scattered, Klein knew he had to put everything back as quickly as possible. He could not let anyone discover him.

Returning from the dead was not something ordinary people could pull off!

Meanwhile, in a hotel on Iron Cross Street in Tingen City, Abner, who had simulated the Faceless ability to give himself a different face, gazed at the crimson moonlight outside the window and muttered, "Klein should have resurrected by now, right?"

He had actually arrived in Tingen on