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[Rebirth of the Demon Hunter (Part 1)] "Frank..." Daredevil couldn't accept such a result. Although he and Punisher had only known each other for a few months and had conflicting concepts, their friendship was quite good.

The loss of the case was because he had always felt guilty, so he couldn't help falling into grief after witnessing the tragic death of the Punisher.

Daredevil was uneasy, thinking about countermeasures at the same time.

What should he do?

Should he seek revenge or pursue another lawsuit? Neither option seemed promising. Seeking revenge would contradict his long-standing principles of justice.

Just when Daredevil was in a state of confusion, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He recalled his recent encounter with a mysterious individual.

On that fateful night, he intervened in a fight. Unexpectedly, amidst the chaos, a stray bullet struck him in the head, leaving him on the brink of death.

Miraculously, his critical condition was healed by a presence that was clearly not human, almost bringing him back to life.

Could this mysterious person have the power to save Frank?

Daredevil wasn't certain. The concepts of healing and resurrection were vastly different. While he survived a serious injury, Frank was unequivocally dead, and only a resurrection could save him.

Resurrection was a true miracle. Could this mysterious individual truly possess such abilities?

Daredevil pondered, recognizing that when people died, they could potentially serve as saviors for the living. Any glimmer of hope was better than none.

With determination, he swiftly retrieved Punisher's body and hastened to the location where he had been saved, arriving shortly thereafter.

Having previously saved Daredevil without concealing his whereabouts, Forseti was known to him.

"Sir, please save my friend!" Daredevil called out desperately as Forseti appeared at the door.

Forseti frowned upon stepping out and noticing the lifeless body in Daredevil's grasp.

"I apologize for the disturbance... but please, save my friend. He is a man who has lost his entire family," Daredevil pleaded urgently.

Forseti observed that the individual was indeed deceased. He confirmed this with a discerning gaze before shaking his head. "He has already passed."

Daredevil asked hopefully, "Are you sure? Is there no way?"

Forseti shook his head once more.

The last glimmer of hope shattered, leaving Daredevil crestfallen. "I apologize for troubling you..."

With those words, he silently began to depart, dragging Punisher's body along.

Initially unaffected by the incident, Forseti's attention was piqued a few days later when he caught a news bulletin on television.

"Frank Custer, a former Marine, died after a fall from the King's Building. Known as 'The Punisher,' he employed violent tactics to combat gang crime in New York City. Attorney Matthew Murdoch believed him to have perished in Wilson Fisk's murder..."

The Punisher?

Upon hearing this news, Forseti was not only taken aback but also immediately recalled Daredevil's recent visit with a corpse in tow.

Could that corpse have been the Punisher?

In his previous life, Forseti had been well-informed about the Punisher, his impression deeply etched for two reasons. Firstly, the Punisher's own character had left an impact, and secondly, due to an arcade game bearing his name.

It was through this arcade game that he first learned about Frank Custer, the Punisher.

Forseti contemplated deeply.

Upon initially receiving Illidan's soul imprint, he had pondered which Marvel heroes would align with Illidan. Ultimately, only two names came to mind: Daredevil and the Punisher.

His association with Daredevil was superficial, mainly due to the shared blindness renowned internationally. However, characteristically, they were markedly distinct.

After interacting with Daredevil, Forseti confirmed that there was no substantive connection between him and Illidan.

If Daredevil could loosely be associated with Illidan, then any blind individual on the street could claim the same.

It appeared that the Punisher, with his rebellious, decisive, and vengeful nature, more closely aligned with Illidan, qualifying as a hero in the Marvel universe.

In his pursuit to vanquish demons, Illidan had sought power relentlessly, resorting even to darkness, wielding the might of demons to overcome his adversaries. Similarly, driven by a thirst for vengeance against criminals, the Punisher had resorted to ruthless means to punish crime.

Both were rebels, unyielding in their pursuit of justice, fearless in battle.

Could Illidan's soul imprint be utilized to resurrect the Punisher?

Demon Hunter Frank...

Forseti made a firm decision. He set out and soon arrived at the law firm established by Daredevil: Nelson-Murdoch Law Firm.

Daredevil's office buzzed with activity, predominantly frequented by impoverished clients, including the homeless. A beacon of charitable legal aid, Daredevil ran this firm.

"Welcome to Nelson-Murdoch Law Firm. How may I assist you?" A slender, blond woman greeted Forseti with enthusiasm.

Concerned primarily with legal matters, Karen suspected that Forseti, an affluent newcomer, could potentially resolve the firm's financial woes.

"Is Matt available?" Forseti inquired.

"He's currently occupied, but I can escort you to him," Karen replied.

"Lead the way."

"Certainly, sir. Follow me." Karen guided Forseti to Matt's office, where they found him shortly after.

Matt appeared visibly startled. He couldn't comprehend how Forseti had discerned his true identity. "You..."

"Where is the Punisher?" Forseti cut to the chase.

A client interjected, "Frank Custer? He's deceased, known throughout NYC."

Forseti nodded. "I am aware. I am inquiring about the whereabouts of his body."

The room fell silent.

"Excuse me, what?" Matt's composure wavered.

Forseti clarified, "Did he not approach me that day? In truth, you should have informed me that the deceased individual was the Punisher."

Matt swiftly rose from his seat, addressing the clients, "My apologies, everyone. The office will be closing early today. Please return tomorrow."

Setting aside the idle onlookers, he focused on Forseti, disbelief etched on his face. "Are you suggesting... you have a solution?"

"I cannot provide a definitive answer yet, but it's worth attempting," Forseti responded, unsure of the compatibility between the Punisher and Illidan.

Matt took a deep breath. "Frank has been laid to rest. His body rests in a cemetery."

Karen and Nelson, standing nearby, were bewildered. "What is going on?"

"Let's proceed," Forseti replied calmly. "Having access to the body is beneficial."

Matt nodded, leading the way out of the office. He opened the door to a waiting car parked outside. "Fergie, take us to Frank's cemetery."

Fergie, still perplexed, glanced at the darkening sky, feeling a hint of unease. "It's almost dusk. Should we head to the cemetery now?"

"No time to waste. Please, get in the car."