What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 113 The White Wasteland (Part 1)

The bird with outstretched wings above its head remains frozen in mid-air, its fluffy feathers still not touching the ground even after more than a thousand years.

The meadow, which should have been lush and green, has lost all its color, transforming into an endless pure white sculpture, with every blade of grass retaining the swaying arc of a thousand years ago.

A thousand years have passed, and the remaining magic of the ancient demon king on the wasteland is still strong, but now, a strange sweetness has been added to it.

The White Wasteland is essentially the Kingdom of Creteria, which has been elevated as a whole. Therefore, when Mirad and his party climbed the cliff, they were actually at the border of the Kingdom of Creteria.

In a country where everything is petrified, even taking a step is difficult, and the air seems to be frozen, hindering their progress.

"Oh...this is Lord Mirad's homeland..."

Hiolitta placed her hands on her brow bones, looking around like a curious child, her small mouth uttering repeated exclamations, "Oh wow... even after more than a thousand years, the curse on this land still hasn't been truly lifted. The ability to solidify concepts really is difficult to change overnight..."

"You've never been here before?"

Mirad didn't turn around; his gaze pierced through the almost stagnant air, fixed on the direction of the capital. "I thought you... had visited many times."

His voice was very soft, so that one could hear the fourth heartbeat outside of the three of them.

Knock knock. Knock knock. Knock knock.

The moment he stepped onto the wasteland, he felt his heartbeat begin to beat again. It was not an illusion or a fantasy, but a real feeling, a shared sense of connection through shared fate.

Surrounded by tattered snake skins... the cold corpse of the demon king regained signs of life because of his arrival. With each step Mirad took closer, his faint but still vivid heartbeat grew stronger.

"No, I have seen it from a distance a few times... Without your guidance and company, this place wouldn't be anything special to me... just another relic from the past. It is only with you that I can know the paths taken by the heroes of the past here."

“It has come back to life, but it will be a while before it opens its eyes,” Mirand said softly.

"It won't fully awaken until Lord Mirad stands before it? Wow... the connection is so strong I'm a little jealous..." Hyolitta pouted. "Speaking of which, Obora, are you alright? Your face has been pale since earlier..."

As Hiolitta said, Obola's face turned quite pale after she stepped onto the wasteland. Her eyes twitched involuntarily, her breathing became disordered, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"No... I, I'm fine... I'm just... a little... moved by the scene." Obora took a deep breath and forced a smile.

Mirad finally turned around, his azure eyes sweeping over Obora's face before gazing at an unseen hill in the distance. "This place isn't too far from the hill where you died... Are you remembering what happened?"

Her lips trembled slightly, and in the end she only uttered a single word, "...Mmm."

When faced with the blood and tears of the past, those wails and screams became clear again, as if she had never taken a single step off that hill.

Those sins have never been washed away, nor have they ever truly left; they merely linger over this wasteland, waiting for those who return.

"I'll give you five minutes to adjust. Now that you've made the decision to atone... don't let fear and guilt prevent you from facing your sins."

After staring at the ring-shaped scar on Obora's neck for a long time, Mirad sighed and ultimately did not place his hand on it.

Perhaps a slight feeling of suffocation and the sense of being suspended in another's hands can alleviate the pain of guilt gnawing at the heart, but that is always just a shallow and superficial comfort. Just like painkillers, overuse can lead to addiction.

"I know... I won't keep you waiting too long."

Obora stroked her neck, trying to clear her mind.

The Valkyrie flapped her wings lightly, swirling above the wasteland, reaching the heavens beyond the reach of the Demon King's magic.

Several concentric circles were arranged in the center of her pupils, a sign that the observation magic covering the entire territory of Cretia was in effect.

In her perception, dozens of active points of light were marked one by one, most of which were Medusa who had been resurrected near the palace and had awakened prematurely due to a chain reaction.

...The vast majority? That doesn't seem right.

She was always calm and composed, and she never complained, even though the captain had given her the task of monitoring the white wasteland around the clock.

The team members all knew their captain's long-cherished wish and were willing to lend a hand.

Therefore, faced with the discrepancy between the current and past observation results, she immediately focused her attention on the border of the White Wasteland near the Demon Realm.

Because there, three new life characteristics appeared.

The demons from the Demon Realm? Is it finally time for some action? But their preparations here are basically complete… Even if Lilim herself came, she wouldn't be able to gain any advantage…

She zoomed in, and the concentric circles in her eyes adjusted accordingly.

Link to Pantelekia. Activate the blessing of erudition.

Begin identification.

A demon with black horns, white wings, and a white tail, its characteristics are distinctive. Identified as Lilim. Order unknown, database comparison requested… Identity confirmed as No. 87, “Sioritta.” Extremely dangerous individual. Recommended response: Immediately activate the Holy Coffin sealing procedure, and remove the contracted hero from its sight as quickly as possible, avoiding any contact with it at any distance… If any unit is exposed in its demon realm for more than five seconds outside of combat, it will be considered to have voluntarily fallen and will not be returned.

A monster with ram's horns, black hair, and golden eyes, its distinctive features are identified as a Baphomet. Its affiliation to the Sabas Order is unknown; a database comparison has been requested… Its identity has been confirmed; it is the Baphomet "Obola," spreading madness. A high-risk individual. The recommended response is for all members to use mind-disrupting magic, prioritizing the destruction of the magic circle beneath its hooves.

Blonde hair and blue eyes…a human? Distinguishing features are indistinct, but based on magical power, the assessment level is critically dangerous…Requesting database comparison…

She was always calm and composed. Her teammates would sometimes jokingly call her Dagrei, who was heartless and emotionless, because she usually acted like a cold machine, but Dagrei didn't seem to care much about it.

Because rules and regulations have their reasons, and those who entrust their hearts and souls to the supreme deity don't need to have their own emotions. Countless people have fallen from heaven because of the budding of love and affection; maintaining indifference is the best approach.

But the moment she realized what the things she was seeing truly meant, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Reporting, Captain..."

(End of this chapter)