Only by hearing and touch, breathing through my mouth and as rarely as I could to avoid the pain that increased every time air passed over my acid burns, I found myself a convenient hole to rest. Thanks to my hunt, I had more than enough EXP to evolve until my senses would work again, but the only way to heal all the damage made to me was to rest.
'Pest, why you don't know any healing magic?' I grumbled inwardly. It would've been so much easier if he could patch me up.
'Because my progenitor, and their progenitor, and their progenitor up to the original curse, thought that it was easier to switch hosts than to heal… Well, they weren't stuck in you. I mean, who knew?' after the first biting remark, Pest quickly switched the tone. 'You are one in the world, Master.'
Voren should get himself a murder list.
Btw, I realised that I hate math, so I'm gonna slowly... push that away from the story. I mean, it's still a system, I will just cut on numbers as much as I can. Just saying.