freenovelworld Chapter 140 An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Chapter 140 An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
"No----!"
"You can't die, you can't die..."
Sylvie's mind was filled with a desperate incantation, repeating over and over again: "You can't die, you can't die." Every word was an endless plea, every repetition a resistance to death.
She closed her eyes tightly, bit her lip, and blood gushed out and dripped to the ground, but the pain was no longer important to her. What truly consumed her was the inner torment, the unbearable despair.
This girl, who had just regained her resolve, was about to fail again.
"You can't die, you can't die."
Like a broken doll, she repeatedly commanded herself to open her eyes. Her hand slowly reached towards Morse's cheek as he lay on the ground, and she felt the coldness when her fingers touched his skin.
"You can't die, you can't die."
Unbeknownst to Sylvie, a dazzling light began to emanate from her body.
Her intense emotions... her abilities are responding to those emotions.
[The Powers of the First Lord]
At her desperate pleas, a miracle occurred. The vanished light, like a flame rekindled in the embers, returned to Morse's body. The line between life and death blurred, and Sylvie lost herself in the process.
She was completely unaware of what she was doing, and was simply releasing her magic power frantically.
Her hands were guided by a supernatural force.
The internal bleeding gradually stopped, and the damaged tissue began to heal under her treatment. It was a meticulous, precise, and skillful process, far beyond the capabilities of a novice therapist.
Sylvie's treatment was not limited to the wounds she could see.
Her magic transformed into yellow threads that extended from her hands and touched Morse's severed arm. Reconnecting a severed arm is a complex task involving blood vessels, nerves, muscles, and bones.
Her movements were like those of a master surgeon performing an operation. She meticulously ensured that every part was perfectly aligned, allowing no room for error. Once the severed arm was seamlessly joined, only the final step remained.
Morse suffered from internal organ failure due to excessive blood loss, a usually fatal critical condition. But Sylvie defied these limitations, and a rare miracle unfolded before her eyes.
Her dazzling magic enveloped Morse, filling his entire body. It was as if she were weaving threads of life, stitching his very essence back together.
As Sylvie's magic enveloped Morse's body, she guided the power with unwavering focus.
A miracle unfolded before her eyes, as if she had breathed new life into this frail body. It was a desperate attempt to race against time, to regenerate his lost blood and ensure his survival.
Gradually, she felt a light rekindle within Morse, a sign of life's revival.
The coldness that had gripped his skin was gradually replaced by warmth, spreading from her hands to every corner of his body. It felt like a flame rekindled in the embers.
"what……"
As she felt the sensation in her hands, her consciousness gradually returned. Her dazed state slowly dissipated, and she rediscovered the existence of this world.
"He's finally alright."
As she thought this to herself, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
When Sylvie confirmed that Morse's breathing had stabilized, she knew she had succeeded.
"Thank God..."
All of this left her feeling utterly exhausted. Her vision began to blur, and her consciousness started to waver.
“Morse…”
With her last ounce of strength, she whispered Morse's name, her voice barely a whisper in the dim underground city.
Boom!
Then, like a falling petal, she collapsed beside him, her chest rising and falling with her faint breaths.
She paid a heavy price to save lives, accomplishing this miraculous feat, before collapsing from extreme exhaustion.
At this moment, the future saintess finally awakens...
......
After encouraging Sylvie, the mentor left her to calm down on her own. She was skilled at handling student issues, so she knew that staying by Sylvie's side wouldn't be of much help.
"I hope she succeeds."
She thought to herself. This girl clearly has past traumas, something is holding her back.
"I really wish I had chosen someone more capable."
In her haste, she randomly chose someone without a chance to carefully select them. And now, because of her negligence, student Morse is in danger.
"It's too late for me to regret it now."
However, contrary to her expectations, she suddenly felt energy flowing within the barrier.
"She really did it."
The mentor turned his head, held his breath, and watched everything that was happening before him, witnessing Sylvie's extraordinary healing abilities.
"I think I owe her an apology."
When she saw the girl's determination and her innate healing talent, she felt both proud and a little guilty.
"what is this?"
As Morse's condition improved, she noticed something unusual was happening.
A dazzling beam of light rose from Sylvie, shooting straight into the dark ceiling of the dungeon. This was a sight she had never seen in her many years as a hunter and teacher.
"This is?"
A tremendous amount of energy emanated from the dazzling light. Her eyes widened as she realized the significance of this pillar of light.
This was a clear sign that something extraordinary, almost divine, had occurred. The mentor, who knew many therapists throughout her career, knew this phenomenon was not to be underestimated.
The fact that this girl, who was just moments ago unable to move due to fear, can now trigger such a phenomenon in itself shows that she is a special person.
A person with different talents.
"A person who may become a [venerable one] in the future."
When she realized this, she suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.
"I think some people are just born special."
She couldn't help but shake her head, finding it amusing that she had such thoughts.
"What am I thinking? Am I still a child?"
Filled with self-reproach, she approached Sylvie, whose unconscious body lay beside the now stable Morse.
"She really saved him."
She knew that the academy and the world would be changed by this event; this young therapist had saved a life in the most extraordinary way.
"I think she can take a rest now."
Thinking of this, she gently picked up the two young people on the ground and began to leave the underground city, while looking up at the sky.
"I suddenly wish I were still a young person..."
......
It is said that when a person is on the verge of death, their entire life flashes before their eyes like a revolving lantern.
The things you want to do, the wishes you want to fulfill, and the things you regret will all come flooding back to you.
When death approaches, one will yearn to live and feel fear.
In this world filled with countless powerful beings, death is everywhere and can come at any moment.
Unless you are strong enough or prepared, death can take your life at any time.
But I know I am not strong.
Not strong enough to achieve my goals, not strong enough to avoid death.
I am prepared and ready to face the dangers I will encounter.
Or rather, I wasn't ready.
No, that's not right, I was wrong.
I was not fully prepared.
I was too arrogant.
I was so careless.
These thoughts flashed through my mind as I looked at the white ceiling.
"I almost lost my life."
Recalling everything that happened in the dungeon, I clenched my fists.
"I was too careless."
Just because nothing happened in the game, I overlooked the risk that a demon contractor might infiltrate the academy...
I arrogantly believed I could handle all threats on my own...
Looking back, the root of all this lies in my own actions.
"I should have known that my actions would backfire on me."
This world might be based on a game.
But from the moment I made a different choice as a "variable", everything was destined to be different.
"Ms. Miller sends her greetings."
That bastard's words echoed in my mind, and the shadow of the Demon Contractor loomed over me.
Miller.
This name sounds familiar; it's someone I know very well.
"Dylan."
The ringleader of those bullies, the one who was manipulated by a woman and reduced to a sycophant.
"It must be his mother."
He was just a supporting character, an ordinary role. So I thought that if I erased him from this world, nothing would happen.
"And now they've come for revenge."
But I should have expected this.
“A person with his personality would definitely inherit this vengeful mentality from his parents.”
"revenge."
This word became my sole purpose for living.
"If I die before I complete my revenge, what's the point of her leaving this world?"
At the time, I used a special pill hidden in my teeth to buy some time. I knew there might be a situation where I wouldn't be able to use the spatial bracelet or get the potion.
So I had a tooth pulled and hid the pill there.
"If it weren't for that, I would have died long ago."
Looking to the side, I saw that my arm had been reattached.
"They must have brought in a high-level healer."
My arm was severed; demonic energy must have corrupted it. Without a highly skilled healer, my arm would not have been saved.
Looking at my hands, I couldn't help but recall that battle.
The moment the dagger broke, I lost my advantage of surprise and felt utterly helpless.
"I know what I'm missing."
After the midterm exams, the college will have a holiday.
"It's time to get weapons."
Even after the dagger broke, I still failed to make full use of its characteristics.
"However, before that, I need to deal with some rats."
Looking at the green thread connecting me, I gritted my teeth.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."