Chapter 20 - Moments of happiness don't last long
I looked in front of the guy without its left hand.
I'm not a brute!
Please don't die on me!
My hands were trembling, yet the grip was firm. I immediately picked up the guy from the broken tree, only to be shocked by the sensation of its body.
This... softness?! I think I grabbed the 'chest'?!
The person in my grasp is a... woman?!
( ͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉)
[Oi! Can't you treat a lady carefully!]
[Get your hands off her breasts, you barbarian!]
Why the hell am I being treated like this?!
I'm not at fault! I respect women from the bottom of my heart, dammit!
I'm not a barbarian! ( ͡╥ ͜ʖ ͡╥)
It was only a few seconds, but there was the system that kept on cursing me!
How the hell am I supposed to know that the guy who was observing me was actually a woman.
I immediately put her down and took out an A-rank slime core.
According to the knowledge in my head from the survivalist traits, reattaching severed limbs could be done by many ways.
You could use herbs, and concoct a potion if you were an alchemist.
You could also use healing magic if you had the talent for it in the first place, but the ratio of having healing magic affinity was from thousands to hundreds of thousands.
There was also a crude method in which you need the A-rank slime core. Placing the slime core between the severed limb would immediately perform as a blood clot, this method was not much popular and there were not many people who knew this in the first place.
The severed limb would be healed in no time as the core would use its essence to reconstruct the damaged part and would gradually become useless. The core would still be inside the body, but it would slowly assimilate and break down inside, leaving no side effects and impurity.
There was a hidden perk too. There were various cases from the past where people had actually gained some random abilities after this treatment method. Also, There was no probability of the abilities. It was totally random.
But the only catch was... how to get an A-rank slime core?
Its drop rate alone was in millions. What kind of dungeon could produce that many slimes? It was a pure luck based item.
Still, there were only thirteen people who could receive this treatment, and they were all from the troll race of the ancient times.
From manipulation of pure magma to universal laws like space and time, and also the minor affinity of some elements like light and darkness, every possibility had occurred in the troll race.
Among the thirteen people, there were seven unlucky souls that had awakened the abilities such as blood manipulation, insect manipulation, soul magic affinity were corrupted by the Abyssal aura.
They died a gruesome death but there genes were passed down in the Abyssal army in 'large quantity' which made them more stronger.
The six trolls had died along with these people and there legends were lost but I had absorbed all the traits of my troll bloodline so I knew this non existent knowledge which turned out to be useful in this situation.
After treating the hand, I took out the slime cloth from my inventory and wrapped it around her hand.
The medicinal effects of the slime core had reached the whole body, causing to heal the body in moments.
"I'm glad she's not dead." I heaved a sigh of relief.
[Try to control your strength, you dumbo.]
Again... That same disdainful voice.
Why do I have to go through this treatment?!
I ignored its voice and looked at the woman. Some strange mask covered her face.
Having no answers to my questions, I sat down quietly beside the woman and began to stare at the red moon glaring at us.
A few minutes later.
"Hey, system." I spoke while my eyes stared deep into the red moon.
[Now what?]
Why are you still angry at me!?
"You are not supposed to be the cheat of this realm, right?" I asked earnestly, without shifting my gazes from the moon.
[Yes.]
Hm? A sudden change of mood?
Ugh! Whatever, I'll just ask it?
"And this realm is already on the list of beyond help list, right?"
[What do you have in that mind of yours?] The system asked with curiosity, which shocked me.
"We just need to survive, so why not absorb enough traits and skills to live smoothly here? It's not like I'll get to see my daughter if I save this realm, even if it was possible." I sighed helplessly after mentioning my daughter.
Her smile was angelic.
If only my little porcelain doll were here to call me 'DADDY!'.
[Heh!]
Eh?
[You bastard, I didn't know you were crafty.]
What's with the sudden attitude change?!
[That old man would probably die from anger, HAHAHAHA!]
I think I've made a mistake!
[Count me in, partner!]
I think I unlocked the hidden setting which was supposed to be hidden. (Wronged Face)
"Sure... Partner." I gave in to the system's intimidating laughter.
...
In the Hall of Reincarnation and Transmigration.
The old man was looking at a screen hovering in front of his eyes.
In the screen.
"Yes daddy! Hit me! Hit me harderrrr!"
"Yes! That's it! "
"Aahhhngh"
"Shower me with your strong seeds!" "Aanhhhhgh"
Before the old man could shower his jizz out...
"ALERT !"
"ALERT !"
"THE CONNECTION FROM REALM OF DRACIA HAS BEEN SEVERED AGAIN!"
After hearing the contents of the mechanical voice, the old man's facial expression changed.
"Sigh, I had too many hopes for nothing." He sighed and resumed the 'study material' on screen.
A few minutes later.
The old man's face was black and pale at the same time.
His internal voice was in turmoil.
Why !?
Why i-is it not getting up?!
W-What's happening!?
No, it can't be !?
No one was there to hear the old man's concern as he was questioning his very existence as to why he had to suffer this much 'again'.
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