That's what bothered him the most.

"I don't know who I am, why I'm here, where is the place I dreamed of, who was talking to me, why did he talk to me... Ifeellost." Dan lowered his head, "I don't know what to say. How to manipulate my own power, I think I should be able to revive you directly, but I can't."

"When I resurrected Bruce Banner, I didn't perform it. I directly poured power into Hulk's body, and he regained consciousness. But, you can't, I still need to perform this ceremony."

"What went wrong...Is it because Banner didn't die at that time? But Hulk said he confirmed that Banner's consciousness was dead, and I also confirmed that when I used the power, I wanted to resurrect Bruce Banner rather than waking up."

"Hummm." Charles pondered for a moment, "I've read some books on the occult and the magical side—I mean, the non-professional kind. Maybe it's all just ridiculous nonsense, but I think it sounds It looks like a kind of..." It seemed difficult for him to find an accurate word, so he could only give an example: "It's like there are statues of gods in the east, offering incense to the gods? Or we pray for the gods here, Or maybe there are more poisonous dolls in the southeast..."

"You see, these things need a container first. Whether the container is yourself or something else, the purpose is to give the prayed power or soul a shelter."

"Could it be that your deduction has the effect of shaping the container? The more realistic the deduction, the closer the container is shaped to the real body? This can explain why the person you resurrected can only be restored to three heads if the deduction is not good. The body, the more comprehensive the interpretation, the more it can be restored to the original body."

Dan thought about this logic: "Then after I perform in public, can I restore and increase the strength of the person I perform?"

Charles pondered: "It sounds like it can eliminate Gu poison, um...it seems to be more inclined to collect beliefs for gods? So, you have the ability to shape gods and collect beliefs..."

Dan sat up straight, feeling as if some chains were about to move in his chest: "So... I am..."

Charles patted his forehead: "Son of the Holy See?"

Dan: "...?"

In the depths of Dan's soul, the half-loose chain froze for an instant in the darkness, and the next second, the lock that was already eager to release the memory was dragged back with a clang and clang.

Not only did they pull it back, but they also added a lock to make it tightly handcuffed.

Dan showed a confused yet suddenly enlightened expression: "It turns out..."

I am the Son of the Holy See?

So what I'm wearing all in black...means I've defected?No wonder you want to distort my memory, seal my ability, maybe I did it myself, just to escape the arrest of the Holy See!

That guy who seduced me and acted as if he knew me well was definitely not a good thing.

Bah, ignore him.

Dan feels that his future seems to be a little clearer. Although the road ahead seems to be very bumpy, he has finally found a piece of the puzzle.So Dan got up happily, thanked Charles, turned around and lay down on the bed, and it didn't take long before he snored happily.

Only Charles was still sitting on the vine, and continued to meditate on the mushroom night light: "Hmm..."

But is there really such a thing as the holy son of the Holy See in this world?

The "Holy See Secret Records" he was reading should indeed be just an entertainment novel that Cyclops brought back from the outside...?

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