Ch. 7: Resurrection.

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[Time until Resurrection: 00:00:10]

[System boot up needed for Resurrection]

[System boot up at 99%]

[Searching something of value as compensation]

[Detected something of Value]

[Using most recent memories as compensation]

[System boot up Initialising]

[System protecting host's psyche]

[Commencing resurrection]

The feeling of resurrecting from nothing was horrifying. The pain would deal unrecoverable damage to someone's psyche. The best way to describe it would be feeling like you're being melted down and printed through a searing hot tube.

Dean was built up in layers. Being yo-yoed between death and living. Dying from shock of having no skin and gasping for air as his unfinished lungs suffocated him.

This process repeated until everything was brought back into place.

[Resurrection complete]

After the process was finished, Dean awoke with a hazy head. He breathed in deeply, filling his empty new lungs.

His eyes were unfocused. His surrounds only blurred colours. The wood was a fresh sensation for the touch of his fingers. He was like a new-born experiencing everything from the beginning.

His breaths were deep; his lungs welcoming the air.

Dean slowly sat himself up, his weak muscles fighting against him.

Only his sense of touch helped him see. His eyes merely a useless decoration.

A chill ran across Dean making him shiver.

He had nothing over him.

Dean soon realised he was stark naked in an open wooden box.

He flexed his fingers in a mesmerised trance.

Testing out his fresh newly built body, all the mistakes and years of wear were washed away.

[System booted up]

A black window appeared in front of Dean's eyes. Though everything else was blurred and still coming into focus, the text and window were clear as day.

[Applying Beginner Gifted Skills]

[Only one Beginner Skill available]

[Please choose one of the Three Skills]

Gallantry Lv 1

Axe Handling Lv 1

Rational Thought Lv1

Dean was shocked, it hadn't been long since he had left his post at the gate to go home for the night. The rest after that was fuzzy, only flashes of distorted images of him walking down a strangely lit tunnel.

Did he get drugged and left stripped naked in a wooden box? Then to top it all off, he had his awakening like this. Why else would he be seeing a window outside of the Gates?

Is that why he was in so much pain? Was it a strange mix of awakening and being drugged, high as a kite?

What sort of gang go around drug people, strip them naked and then leave them in wooden boxes?

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