Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

"Um...it was alright." Stuttering, Nian Zhuo nervously bit his tongue hard, then quickly covered his mouth, hissing.

"Haha, just as I thought of my child, even his clumsy manner is just like mine." The middle-aged man patted Nianzhuo's shoulder with a laugh, his smile gradually deepening. "Actually, your mother and I have thought a lot about it, about your experiences, about what would have happened if we hadn't been there for you for the past ten years. —Want to know our conclusion?" Then, the middle-aged man looked at the dazed Nianzhuo.

“…” As if by instinct, Nian Zhuo nodded.

"The answer is—your mother and I both cried our eyes out." Rubbing his nose, the middle-aged man seemed somewhat shy, as if he wasn't suited to expressing his emotions directly. "I simply can't imagine how you would have survived these past ten years without us, child." The woman quietly walked to the man's side and stood beside him.

"So, even though we know you're not actually our child, we've decided to accept you and treat you as our own." The man and woman opened their arms and gave Nianzhuo a big hug, just like when they first met.

"Welcome home," Mom and Dad said.

"I'm back," I replied softly, tears streaming down my face involuntarily.

“Well then, although it might sound strange, you should set off now, Nianzhuo.” After straightening their child’s disheveled collar from their playful fight, the father and mother led him by the hand toward the door. “To be honest, your mother and I were quite angry to see you here.”

“Because only now, only here, do we not want to see you… my child.” Ruffling Nianzhuo’s black hair, the man opened the door for him. “So, you should set off now, my child. And welcome back, Nianzhuo.” The words, tinged with a strange meaning, left Nianzhuo momentarily bewildered.

Then, Nianzhuo watched in disbelief as a small, pure white ball of light floated out from deep within his body.

The ball of light then rapidly enlarged in front of the three, revealing an appearance exactly like Nian Zhuo's, though the figure was somewhat illusory.

"I'm back, Mom and Dad." The reflection in the mirror smiled and hugged her parents, leaving only Nianzhuo, who was still completely oblivious.

"What are you doing... and you are..." Staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror that had suddenly separated, Nian Zhuo's first reaction was to take out his Zi-O II watch.

But what's even more astonishing is that the Zi-O II watch face still lies perfectly intact in Nian Zhuo's palm; the dark gold dial representing the past has not disappeared.

“This is a return gift for you, Nianzhuo.” He said, nodding to Nianzhuo. “Thank you very much for giving me such a thrilling experience. I’ll leave the power of the second-stage Time King to you. I believe you will use it well.”

"And what about you... what is this...?" Nianzhuo still didn't understand, or rather, he couldn't comprehend it at all, looking at his smiling parents and himself in the mirror.

"And I should get back to work. A student's job is to study, while your job is to save humanity, right?" Finally, 'Nianzhuo' smiled and waved to Nianzhuo. "Well then, goodbye, brother."

It was as if something invisible had completely melted away in the face of the word "brother".

“…Ah, I understand.” Nianzhuo stretched his wrists, looking quite pleased with himself. “You just focus on your studies, little brother, and watch how your older brother achieves his goal.” Finally, Nianzhuo bowed deeply to the three people in front of him and turned to leave.

"Be careful on the road, son," the parents said in unison from behind.

"I'm going out, Mom and Dad." Nianzhuo's calm reply carried on the wind to his parents' ears.

Finally, Nianzhuo opened the door.

My demon king is arguing after I resurrected. What should I do? (Waiting for an answer online)

Nianzhuo gently closed the door, his steps seemingly unsteady.

"...Ah, this guy is hopeless." The system watched Nian Zhuo occasionally chuckle and whispered in his mind, "You get all excited over such a small thing? Host, aren't you really not a five-year-old who gets upset with his parents and then is overjoyed after being coaxed?" Although it was whispered, the system's voice still echoed clearly in Nian Zhuo's mind.

"Don't joke around... Why would I be happy about something so trivial? Hehehe." With no convincing explanation, Nianzhuo couldn't help but laugh again as he spoke.

"...Alright, let's get back to the main topic." The system had given up trying to correct this five-year-old's thinking. "Host, so you've already opened two doors. Is there any other way?"

“…Ah.” When it came to business, Nian Zhuo gradually suppressed his almost overflowing smile and coughed lightly twice. “To be honest, I have absolutely no clue right now.”

"...Then what's the point of all this?" the system asked in return, seemingly puzzled. "You faced your past and made a declaration to continue, but these things can't help you in your death."

“It will definitely be meaningful, it definitely will.” Nianzhuo pounded his chest. “Everyone’s beliefs, my parents’ beliefs are all gathered here, little by little, becoming my strength.”

"If I had to say what I gained, it would be that it strengthened my resolve not to die." Nian Zhuo chose to continue forward, even though he didn't know what awaited him ahead. "But the will to live in this body has not yet been extinguished. System, if you have any solutions, please tell me."

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!" For some reason, the system's voice suddenly exploded in Nian Zhuo's mind. "Do you know how much I've been holding back? Host, you interrupted me three times! Three whole times!"

"Hey! Hey! Volume complaint!" Nian Zhuo covered his head, his head buzzing because the system's voice suddenly became louder. "Ahhh, so dizzy... So what did I interrupt you about?" Nian Zhuo was still covering his head, afraid that the system would give him another sound bomb.

"Host, have you forgotten that before you first came to the Moon World, Oma Zi-O gave you an immortal blessing?" The system's voice returned to normal volume, but Nian Zhuo could hear a hint of anger hidden within it. "So I wanted to say this from the beginning, but you kept interrupting me and you never stopped..." The following was the system's rambling.

“Chirp—!” However, Nian Zhuo’s body suddenly trembled, and then he stood still in place.

"...Host, you haven't forgotten, have you?" Although the system asked rhetorically, its tone was like stating a conclusion. "At first, I naively thought that the host remembered the blessing of his resurrection and decided to stay behind, but now it seems he's quite the idiot..."

"Who's the idiot! I'm not an idiot!" Nian Zhuo retorted defiantly, but his voice gradually weakened. "Well, it's been so long, it's normal to forget, right? Hahahaha... Besides, why didn't you say so earlier!" He secretly shifted the blame to the system again, wiping away the sweat that had broken out due to his guilt.

"I told you! I've wanted to say it for a long time! But the host interrupted me! Three times in total!" Seeing that the system's voice was about to rise again, Nian Zhuo quickly covered his head. "Besides, the system appeared after you transmigrated. How can you blame me for not remembering things?"

"Ah..." Nian Zhuo clutched his chest, blood seemingly trickling from the corner of his mouth. "When did this guy become so sharp-tongued..."

Then, Nianzhuo looked at the unchanging scenery around him and lay down on the ground again.

"And then what? Nothing happened?" After walking around just now, Nianzhuo was certain that apart from the two wooden doors he had already opened, there was nothing left in this landscape of his own mind.

Even those two wooden doors, Nian Zhuo couldn't open them again.

"The system doesn't know either." At this point, even the system had no solution and could only quietly return to Nian Zhuo's mind.

"...Ah, I actually died because I didn't know the activation conditions. I'm not a muscle-bound idiot like Ryuga..." Nianzhuo lay helplessly on the ground, still able to make jokes at will.

"Ah... I really don't want to die." Feeling a bit drowsy in her brain, Nianzhuo decided to close her eyes and sleep for a while.

However, another unexpected change occurred.

"Click—" A sound like pulling a trigger came from his spine, and then golden threads gradually climbed up Nianzhuo's body.

"No way, this actually works?!" The system's voice and Nian Zhuo's voice rang out at the same time. Dou looked at the golden threads gradually spreading out from Nian Zhuo's body in astonishment. "Is it enough to just say 'I don't want to die'?"

You feel a powerful energy climbing up your spine.

Nian Zhuo was thinking this way, while watching the golden threads spread all over his body as if they were blooming.

Then, Nianzhuo felt a sudden, sharp pain, and his body, lying on the ground, trembled violently.

His left arm was disappearing rapidly, and the familiar wound seemed to reappear on this body as if it were being recreated.

The sound of cracking kept coming from his chest. As for the minor injuries, they all appeared on Nian Zhuo's body all at once.

In an instant, Nianzhuo's body went from being perfectly intact to looking like he was about to die.

However, the golden threads continued to spread, wrapping around Nianzhuo's various wounds and growing to envelop them.

Just like stitching, golden threads circled and moved around the wounds on Nian Zhuo's chest, eventually restoring them to their original state.

Especially the huge, crack-like wound on his chest, where golden threads gathered, as if embroidering, with each thread wrapping around the wound. What would have been a fatal wound for a Servant was now being gradually repaired by the golden threads on his fragile soul core.

Meanwhile, the silk thread stopped in Nianzhuo's empty left hand, winding and twisting as it grew, gradually taking the shape of an arm.

A ticklish sensation came from Nianzhuo's left arm.

It was as if flesh and blood were growing, bones were being restored, and everything was being perfected as if time were flowing backward.

The golden threads obscured Nian Zhuo's vision, yet he could clearly feel the sensation in his left hand gradually returning.

First the bones, then the blood vessels, then the muscles, and finally the skin.

The golden threads peeled away layer by layer, forming a golden shell that fell to the ground.

Nianzhuo's left arm and his perfectly intact left hand have filled the empty sleeve.

At this point, Nianzhuo had finally recovered to his peak condition.

"Creak—" The third wooden door appeared in front of Nianzhuo.

In short, I was quite panicked.

Aside from Nianzhuo's experiences in the world of mental images, his reality also seems far from peaceful...

Ten minutes had passed, and Tsukasa Kadoya and the two Demon Lord ladies were still staring blankly at Nencho, who remained motionless.

"I mean... isn't Nianzhuo able to lie down even more than Kirito next door right now...?" The little devil checked the time, and then, hearing his uncle's busy voice gradually fading from the inner room, he couldn't help but poke Nianzhuo. "Grandpa Kirito next door is awake now, why is Nianzhuo still lying down...?"

"Hmm... what exactly happened...?" The old demon king stroked Nian Zhuo's head, dark golden patterns flowing through his veins, before frowning in surprise. "The power I left behind is indeed still there, so it should have woken up by now... could it be because of that condition?"

"Are you sure you can do it..." The little demon king sighed and looked at the old demon king with a doubtful expression, especially his face, which was so similar to her own, that it made her feel like she was looking in a mirror. "If you can't do it, I will. I'm more than an expert at resetting things."

"Huh?" The old demon king raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Are you questioning me? The young me?" A dark golden orb of light appeared in his hand.

"Hmm...that's right, but the problem is he hasn't woken up yet? Is that not allowed?" The little demon king retorted defiantly, also holding the golden orb of light in his hand.

"..." Tsukasa Kadoya just watched as the two demon lords, who could have changed the world, were now face to face, squeezed together again, the orbs of light in their hands radiating an aura of destruction. "Ha... Looks like this is quite a scene." Picking up the camera on the table, Tsukasa Kadoya was about to record this so-called 'duel between two demon lords who could destroy the world'.

Then, Tsukasa Kadoya noticed that Nencho's fingers seemed to tremble slightly.

"Hey..." Tsukasa Kadoya sat up abruptly, lowering his hand from the camera, trying to stop Sho and the others from arguing. "Did you guys just see that...? Did Nianzhuo move a little?"

"Huh...?" The little demon king turned his head in confusion, glanced at Nian Zhuo, and then shifted his attention to the old demon king. "Nothing happened at all..."

"No... the time has come." Unexpectedly, another Zhuang Wu pushed her aside and walked into Nian Zhuo lying on the chair. "He should wake up. With my help, his belief in not wanting to die has activated it."

Subsequently, dark golden patterns began to grow from the top of Nian Zhuo's head, spreading across his entire body, on the 'corpse' that had been motionless in reality.

A golden time wheel and dark gold gears enveloped Nian Zhuo's body, forming a giant clock beneath him.

The hour and minute hands both pointed to twelve, and then began to slowly flow backward.

"Awaken, Nianzhuo." The old demon king finally showed a relieved expression, and his clenched hand loosened slightly. "This dream has been quite long. It's time to wake up."

Then, the minute and hour hands began to spin faster, and Nianzhuo's body gradually floated into the air.

As the pointer continued to reverse, Nianzhuo's wounds began to heal gradually.

No, it's about erasing all traces of their existence and the damage they caused.

Using the power of time, Oma Zi-O reversed time for Nen-cho's body, returning it to its peak state before its death.

In other words, if the cause of the Berserker's fatal injury to Nencho is eliminated, then the effect of Heracles causing Nencho's death will also cease to exist. It is precisely because of this power that Oma Zi-O can allow Nencho to travel freely throughout the world.

Meanwhile, in the mental world, Nian Zhuo opened the third door, and intense white light erupted from within, engulfing Nian Zhuo's figure.

"Welcome back, host." The system's emotionless voice rang out in my mind as always, but this time, I felt a sense of relaxation throughout my body.

The body of Nencho was reversed back to the state it was in before Hector's Noble Phantasm was used, and then a heavy bell began to ring.

"Ding-ding-" As the bell tolled and the clock hands reversed, Nianzhuo felt his body gradually regain warmth and sensation.

"So, is this what you call resurrection...?" The Little Demon King looked at his 68-year-old self with a hint of worry. "If you don't die once first and re-examine your own heart and awareness, you can't wake up... Why did you do this? Aren't you afraid that you'll get lost in the turbidity of thought?"

“After all, to build, you have to destroy again…” he said, uttering words that were all too familiar to both of them. The 68-year-old Sho Mai looked at Kadoya Tsukasa beside her. “So, what’s the point of you staying here?”

"No, I'm just a little concerned." Tsukasa Kadoya shook his head and placed a pink card on the table. "Also, tell Nencho that this is the reward he deserves after he wakes up. As for that world, I haven't made a decision yet..." He snapped his fingers lightly, and the black and white [Dimensional Wall] reappeared behind him.

"Well then, farewell." With the camera strapped to his chest, Tsukasa Kadoya stepped into the screen of light.

Just as mysteriously he arrived, he left behind only a card and a message when he left.

"Hmm..." Meanwhile, Nian Zhuo opened his eyes with difficulty. The world he had experienced and the memories he had seen appeared in front of him layer by layer, and then passed through his body and disappeared behind him.