The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Me Into Her Sister

5 – Revival

Temple. Altar. Lamps. A wildly fantastical realm. A starry sky that stretched endlessly.

And—vision soaked in blood.

Dylin felt his consciousness floating in a haze of illusion, as if suspended in midair—unable to rise, yet unable to fall.

Aaaah! …Damn it, it hurts, it freaking hurts! That pointy-ear didn’t know how to be gentle? Couldn’t she use a lighter hand?!

That was the first thought that came to Dylin after regaining awareness—followed by slow recollection.

Did I… die?

…Pretty sure I died for real. All my blood was drained. My body must’ve been reduced to skin and bones.

Fine, dead is dead. Guess this wraps up my otherworld journey with a proper full stop.

He didn’t belong in this world anyway. He had no real attachments here. Dying left him with no regrets. If anything, it felt like liberation.

In this strange world, one he never fit into, he had long since given up.

He used to wonder—if one day he kicked the bucket here, would he return to his original world?

Maybe the so-called otherworld was just a fleeting dream. And when he woke, everything would return to its starting point.

Reality hit him like a sledgehammer: Dead means dead. If you didn’t buy a revival token with in-game currency, then lie down and shut up.

Alright then. If he couldn’t return to his old world, where would his soul go this time?

…………

Something’s off.

Seriously off.

Drifting in this void for who knows how long, Dylin suddenly realized something very important.

How the hell am I still thinking, if I already got soul-wiped??

Wasn’t my soul sacrificed? Then how do I still have self-awareness right now??

Could it have… worked? No, this doesn’t feel like a successful outcome either.

Dylin was baffled. After being soul-scattered, what awaited him wasn’t death or the decay of life—but this absurd upside-down suspension. It made him even more uneasy.

Could Bilodis have lied to him?

No—that made no sense. She had no reason to lie about something like this.

Before he could think further, a sudden falling sensation caught him off guard—as if the string suspending him had been cut, and his tethered consciousness came crashing out of the void.

Plop! He landed on a patch of unknown green field, where clustered emerald tones formed the boundary of the plain.

Dylin realized his current self had no body—he was just a mass of consciousness. No touch. No smell. No voice.

This green plain resembled the Elf temple from before.

Exotic beasts wandered the land—deep violet unicorns with lightning rings around their horns, pegasi soaring through the air, and tiny fairies the size of fireflies flying between the trees.

But none of these strange creatures held Dylin’s attention.

His gaze was wholly consumed by the beautiful Elf girl standing before him.

“What’s this? …”

The golden-haired elf stood just a step away. Her eyes were closed.

Brilliant golden arcane energy formed chains around her, guarding her like a forbidden spell.

Her platinum hair danced upward under the force of that arcane field, like golden willow branches.

Her skin was fairer than frost, her face flawless.

The noble golden hair and curvaceous body matched every human fantasy of what an elf should be.

It was like every ideal of maidenly beauty had come together in this one girl.

Only after being struck by her beauty did Dylin slowly realize…Her face looked nearly identical to the Elf Empress Bilodis.

If the two stood naked side by side, it would be impossible to tell who was who.

Dylin felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

This Elf girl looked so much like Bilodis—yet he was absolutely certain she wasn’t her.

It was as if…

He already knew this girl’s body—Every inch of her skin. Every detail.

How?!

He had never seen either Bilodis or this girl before today…

His gaze shifted lower—toward her chest.

Dylin quickly looked away.

Aaaah… I didn’t even notice—She’s not wearing anything at all…And she’s… big. Really big…

If Dylin still had a physical body, his face would probably be redder than a ripe watermelon.

That casual glance just now confirmed something he once read.

Pure-blooded male elves didn’t grow beards.

Likewise, pure-blooded female elves had… well, nothing… down there.

Cough cough!

Should he… sneak one more glance to confirm?

Just as Dylin turned back—he suddenly realized the Elf girl had opened her eyes.

Those olive gem-like eyes stared directly at him.

“?!”

Dylin jumped in shock.

But before the embarrassment of being caught could even rise—he noticed something off.

There was no light in her gaze. No spark of life.

It was like that body was an empty shell—no soul within.

Their eye contact lasted only a moment.

And in the next instant—her eyes came alive again, filled with light and clarity.

But Dylin couldn’t see it anymore.

His view shifted back to where he had originally been.

At the same time, he realized—he could speak again.

“Me? …”

But it wasn’t his usual voice.

Instead, it was a soft, clear, melodious tone—like that of a songbird.

Dylin realized something.

Startled, he lowered his gaze—

Only to be blocked completely by two… bouncing jade peaks.

Before his awareness faded entirely into darkness—Dylin understood.

That dead, empty shell… had come back to life.

Because a brand-new soul now resided inside it.

And that soul—was him.