"The leader is responsible for protecting his team... privacy being one aspect of it."

The statement wasn't entirely wrong, but coming from Chu Xuan's lips made Zhangta feel inexplicably unsettled. He stood there motionless, lost in thought for so long that he couldn't grasp the reasoning behind it. Hadn't Chu Xuan spoken this with his usual cold expression? If even a hint of smile had touched those lips, Zhangta would have sworn to god some hidden agenda was brewing beneath.

The others nodded in solemn agreement regardless. With a resigned sigh, Zhangta accepted his burden - leading the resurrection alone for those three people. Whether out of duty as team leader or necessity for preserving privacy, this decision felt inevitable.

"First up is Zhao Yingkong..." The "Main God's" notification ended just as visions flooded Zhangta's mind. A narrow alley draped in oppressive darkness. Tiny girl with a petite frame locked in combat against an impossibly handsome man whose smile never quite reached his eyes. Their movements blurred into invisible trails, each step calculated to perfection. One hairline deviation between them could mean instantaneous death for either side.

That little girl's gaze burned with pure malevolence. Zhangta had never seen such rage in her before - even during their previous sparring sessions when every glance remained icy and controlled, the hallmark of a true assassin's heart. But now she seemed possessed, eyes radiating molten fury as if to tear apart the man standing opposite. When he suddenly retreated toward the alley's depths, she lunged after him with feral desperation, speed nearly matching his "Destruction" state.

A silver wire sliced through at a corner - cleanly bisecting her neutral beauty. Zhangta shut his eyes instinctively yet images kept hammering into his consciousness: years later in a tranquil courtyard where the same man held hands with a two-or-three-year-old girl walking past pavilions, apple in hand. The slap that followed sent the fruit flying as tears welled but never fell from her face - she bit through the bruise and swallowed both pain and fruit together.

Decades passed through relentless hunger, battles over meager rations with other children until the man who became an older brother figure appeared. His smile was warm yet eyes colder than steel. When he slaughtered all her friends in a single night, Zhao Yingkong's world shattered.

Her eyelids snapped open suddenly, molten fire still burning within. Yet seconds later she lay motionless on the stone bed as if accepting her fate. "Am I... dead?" The question trembled out before she pushed herself upright again, composure restored like it had never been broken. But Zhangta knew that fury remained - buried deep beneath those calm eyes ready to erupt and consume both enemies and herself in one final blaze.

Without warning he embraced her fiercely, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "We'll start over. Next time we meet him, you'll win. And... aren't we your comrades now?" Her startled stare held no recognition until she abruptly pushed away with a nod toward the others.

Jianlan rushed to comfort Zhao Yingkong while glaring daggers at Zhangta for his uncharacteristic impulsiveness. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing the ritual, those words etched into his memory - an oath he would fulfill again and again. "Yes, we'll start over. Next time, you will win."

"Resurrect Zhang Heng!" The scene shifted to that same pitch-black street where Zhang Heng stood opposite a woman with tears streaming down her face. Their bows aimed but no killing intent in their movements. Both hesitated - neither willing to land the final blow. Finally he broke and fled into alleyways only for her to give chase, wings unfurling behind her.

He paused near an intersection as she closed in, bow raised directly toward her head. She returned his aim with a content smile at his heart. The arrows flew but missed - his shaft pierced distant buildings while hers found empty air where his heart once beat... Years ago in childhood homes, two children hand-in-hand until tragedy struck. His mother died in an accident that left his father crippled, ending generations of archery legacy. The man turned violent, the boy became a coward, and their promised future dissolved when he abandoned her to thugs.

Zhang Heng's eyes snapped open with tears still streaming down as if unaware he'd been revived at all until Zhangta's fist sent him skidding across pavement like a ragdoll. "Coward! You get one more chance - fight alongside us and reclaim your lost life!"