"The Berserk crocodile Baro has now been made unconscious thus putting an end to the second match and now…"
As Ulmer continued to announce the matches and declaring the winner, Shawn continued to watch the tournament with its intense fights and occasionally betting on which fighter he had confidence in would win in a match.
"Doing this all alone is boring. I should have invited the others over," he scolded himself.
"Wait, the only thing they do is stay in their realm all day, watching lakes and the only thing I do is sit here all day,"
"I should summon them sometimes," he said before chuckling.
"Now what else remains?"
He still had some years left to pass before it hit the 1,500 years mark but he has technically watched every race in the world of Ornio.
"System, is there anything else that still remains for me to watch?"
[None is particular]
It was at that moment that he remembered one very important question that he had always wanted to ask
"What's the time difference in this room and the rest of the world?"
[Every one minute equals one whole year of events unless fast forwarding or slowing down time powers are used]
"Are these powers used unconsciously?"
[Yes, apparently during host's viewing, the timing was slowed down from one minute to three minutes for a year]
"So in other words, I've been experiencing fifteen hours of being awake for each 300 years I watch. That explains it all!"
Shawn then began laughing. It was no wonder that he was always tired when at home. The time difference between the white room he was in and the real world shouldn't have caused him so much stress like it was doing now.
Right now, he was not interested in knowing anymore than he had known. He just wanted to see what else he could watch to pass time.
It was at that moment that the screen which was showing a real time view map of Ornio suddenly changed.
"What's Tultul doing in the human territory?"
South west of the northern continent where a large patch of grasslands covered the region, a certain figure could be seen moving into the territory of a small town where the humans there had moved from using mud to bricks and wood.
Tultul had appeared in the vicinity and seemed to have disguised himself with a change in skin but not to the green eye color and had a straw hat covering his head.
He was currently heading through the wooden gates with a spear tied to his back when one of the guards stopped him.
"Who are you? Where are you coming from?" The guard questioned him.
Tultul simply replied with a smile and touched his throat.
The guard's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what he meant.
Another guard smacked him from the head "Dummy, he's saying that he can't speak at the moment. He might be affected by the weather since it usually happens around times like this or maybe he just can't speak,"
The guard then faced Tultul "Sorry but unless we know what you are here for, we can't let you in. We know nearly everyone in the town but yours is too unfamiliar,"
Tultul then raised the basket that he was holding and the guards were surprised when they saw the contents.
"That's awfully a whole lot of herbs and some of them don't look like the ones the others carry. Are you from a distant land?"
Tultul nodded and affirmed the guard's guess.
"Since you are a healer, it would be very helpful for your presence to be here. We are sincerely honored" The guard said sincerely and allowed Tultul to pass.
The higher being in disguise was stunned at the level of closeness of the buildings.
"Talking might cause me trouble. I must keep mute," he said.
From what he had been told by the others, there's something in a higher being's voice that keeps others enthralled and interested and since he didn't want to do such, he could only resort to this.
"I'm curious about how the people in this region handle themselves,"
He shook and bumped with a human who was carrying a bag of tomatoes and vegetables that had been placed into a leather bag.
Their bump has caused the small human to fall and drop some of the leather bags contents.
Tultul kneeled down and helped to gather the scattered vegetables.
"Thank you sir"
As he looked up, she was shocked to see that the human was a young female that seemed to just have recently passed her early 20's (that's my info)
"These vegetables are supposed to help my mother to survive this year's outbreak of 'The Puffed face'"
She was just about to collect the last stacks of vegetables and wanted to thank Tultul for the kindness, but when she saw the raised eyebrow at the corners of the helper she smiled.
"It seems that you are not from here, must be somewhere far,"
Her response was a nod and she could only smile at that.
"Well, follow me now and I'll explain,"
Tultul held no objections and followed the stranger to a place where humans seemed to be running about and making loud noises.
"The market is as busy as usual,"
After a while of just standing and waiting, the female human returned back still the same leather bag that she was holding.
"Ahh sorry for keeping you waiting," She said as they both resumed walking.
"So where are you from?"
Tultul replied by hitting his throat and showing an imaginary zipping process.
The human quickly turned apologetic "My apologies, I didn't know,"
"Now I'll return back to explaining the Puffy face problem that always hits us at this time of the season,"
Tultul paid rapt attention the moment the word ''Season' was mentioned.
"Well according to the town's myth we believe that we are always cursed during this time. It is said that the lover of a Spearman once had a partner that instead left him the moment things became hard.
His heart was broken and he was saddened with grief, sometimes he would cry and ball his eyes out making them red. Word spread back then and reached the ears of his partner who still refused to return back to him.
And so he continued his practice of crying when he returned home and cried and cried on and soon he started coughing when the season changed he was put in bed rest.
It was unfortunate that even in this condition, his lover who had sworn to be with him refused to return back to him."
"What a stupid man?" Tultul scolded at the story with a low voice.
"Excuse me?" The human guide turned to him who could only shake his head allowing her to resume her story.
"Originally the town folk thought that there were some issues going on but it turned out not to be the case. She had stopped living with him because of his obsession which she claimed was what was weakening his health.
It was very unfortunate though that the moment her advice was delivered, the lover's spouse was already dead.
One day as she lay in her sleep, she encountered her now dead lover in her dream telling her that they would soon reunite together.
Not long after she woke up from what she called a nightmare, she contracted the disease and is known as 'The First Victim'"
"During this time, victims of the puffy face have red skin, red eyes and a pale face, they cannot avoid coughing and sometimes it gets bad that they sometimes cough blood,"
"Oh, I haven't even introduced myself," She said, trying to hide the embarrassment on her face.
"I'm Fer,"
"And I'm here in the market to gather herbs to prepare a tonic for my mother,"
She continued to chat with the figure she felt strange until she came to a stop.
"So, I guess this is where we part ways uhm," Fina stopped at a place where a large number of houses were, looking arranged and spaced out well and a good blend of wooden and stone materials which were used in building.
Just as she was about to go, she felt her arm being restrained and she turned to Tultul.
"I'm sorry but I can't take you to my home,"
Tultul showed her his basket of herbs and nodded, sending her signals that she caught on to. "Since you're a healer, I suppose I can make that exception,"
The duo continued to move house after house making the higher being wonder which of the houses was the real one.
Finally, they came to stop at a house with an oddly large compound surrounded by brick walls.
"Fiston, come open the door now!"
Footsteps could be heard from a distance followed by the sound of the doors slamming against one. The doors of the house gate slowly opened to reveal a young human face with black hair and blue eyes staring at the duo..
"Who is this?"
"Ohh Fiston meet…"
"Ohh I'm sorry. I forgot that you couldn't speak," Fina rubbed her hair again.
"This is a healer that I happened to meet while i was in market,"
"This is my younger brother Fiston also called fist whose 14,"
Fiston squinted his eyes at the stranger with a straw hat "Sis, how sure are you that he is one?"
Fina stretched her hand towards him "Well, the weaving style of his basket, the white clothes he's dressed in as well as the herbs in his basket and the weapon at his back. These are what distinguish a healer," She pointed out.
Fiston immediately beamed "Really!"
Not sooner had he let his guard down did he began to complement this stranger which he had become a fan in the process.
"It's fascinating, you get to travel around bringing medicine to many others around and helping to treat injuries and diseases of those you meet along the way,"
The young boy then stopped
"Alright that's enough now," Fina cut him off his antics.
"Come with me," She said whilst dragging Tultul by the hand as they entered the house while being followed by an excited kid.
An old woman with gray hair laid quietly on the hide mat while having a pink swollen face and clenching the floor.
"Mother!" Her daughter screamed at the sight of this, dropping her leather bag in shock.
"How bad has her condition gotten?" Fina asked before placing her hand on the forehead.
She withdrew her hand immediately and turned to her brother "Her conditions are worse than before. What happened?"
"I don't know, mother's body heat just kept rising since you left,"
"Did you boil the herbs to give to her?"
Fiston gave a nod at her question.
Tultul looked around the house for a while before making his way towards the old lady who was struggling to breath.
He knelt before her and touched her arm and his brows furrowed.
"I'm no healer but the cause of this sickness is strong," he thought.
"Thankfully, she can be healed with my powers but I'll have to make something first so that I don't seem suspicious,"
He turned to the basket which he had placed by his side and started choosing which herbs were more suitable and what he was going to coccont.
Fina looked at him puzzled as he went outside and began to sort the herbs out.
"It seems the healer knows what to do or what I hope he knows," She said in her head while watching him depart.
All of a sudden, Tultul, who was starting to peel the leaves from some herbs, raised his head to the sky.
"Around this time, my sadness phase is said to be the most dominant. So I'll have to go with a concoction that'll bring out a sweet bitter taste to be effective enough,"
Personally, he had tasted all of the herbs in his basket and knew by memory which one was more suitable for a sweet bitter mixture.
Taking a bowl from his basket as well as a pestle, he began crushing the herbs.
"Do you need water?"
Upon taking a look at the owner of the voice, he responded with a nod.
Not long afterwards, a bowl of water was placed beside him as he poured a stack of yellow leaves into it.
After a few minutes, he was finally done with the mixture he intended and drained the greenish water out of it into another bowl.
Fina who was watching him throughout was taken aback when she was given the water bowl.
"This it what I should give her?"
Upon receiving the response, Fina stood beside her mother and offered the bowl to her. Her brother had rushed in to help stabilize their mother to sit.
With trembling hands, her mother brought the bowl closer to her face with her support. After gulping down the entire mixture, her eyes suddenly changed colour for a while and then she fell unconscious.
Fina was about to react to this but when Tultul entered and waited behind her, she calmed down.
Not long after she was asleep, the siblings mother slowly opened her eyes, her slow and ragged breathing had been resolved but the puffy pink face still remained.
"Thank you!" She said with a smile.
Tultul replied with a smile of his own and bowed before turning towards the house's exit.
"Wait!" Fina stopped him with her scream.
"Please stay here for today, it is getting dark and a lot of things are not safe around this time."
"She's right," Tultul replied in his mind before turning back and giving a nod.
The sky had long turned dark when a bowl of mushroom soup was brought to him while he sat on the bare floor with the rest of the family.
He had removed the straw hat and revealed his full features.
"Thank you very much." Fina expressed her gratitude for the upteenth time.
"You must have come from a distant land before you arrived here?" said her mother who was busy chewing on a vegetable Shawn found to resemble broccoli.
The traveller just responded with a nod at the question.
"Hmm. The life of a healer, tedious but also an adventurous one," said Fiston who was busy brimming at the ceiling making Tultul procure a thought which he later shrugged off.
But when he soon fell asleep, he was unaware of the discussion taking place with his absence or so anyone would think.
When morning came, the disguised higher being slowly rose from the bed made from animal skin which he had slept on and prepared himself.
Just as he was about to touch the door, he heard a loud yell from behind him. Fiston was now with a basket that had been strapped to his back and looked all ready.
He raised an eyebrow at this but was met with the smiles from the family.
"Once again, we are extremely grateful for your help to my mother," Fina said with a bow.
"And in exchange for that, we both decided that it would be best if my younger brother fiston where to learn from you and travel along when you leave and when he came back he would be a bonafide healer,"
Tultul touched his lips and looked at them.
"Oh that," Fina and her mother smiled awkwardly.
"Fiston is quite understanding of hand signs and body language like me."
He finally gave up and sighed "Are you sure?"
Shock appeared on everyone's face the moment he spoke.
"It's not that I cannot talk but that I hardly speak and when I do I usually talk "
"So I'll have to ask, are you sure that your son is fit for this role?"
"The life of a healer is adventurous but at the same time it is fraught with deadly journeys, risky searches and there is also the chance of one getting attacked by rogues,"
"With that spear at your back, you can pretty much fend off rogues by yourself even if my brother were to come with you,"
"She has good judgment," he slightly tilted his head.
"As for the other two, an adventure is never known to have good remarks besides work here would have bored my brother already and he'll have left out of his own volition,"
"Alright,"
"Come along then," he proceeded to put his straw hat back in his head concealing half of his facial features which Fina found attractive.
"I'll still be back before the day ends. I do have other clients to get too," he said before leaving with her younger brother.
Fina could only sigh as she saw his distancing figure "What a pity,"
The sooner the duo left the house, Tultul headed towards the direction of the city gate. Fiston was able to understand without explanation as they reached the gates where they were stopped by the guards.
"We're just going to collect some herbs around to help treat the puffy face victims,"
"Oh," the guards moved backwards, allowing them to pass.
When nighttime came, the duo returned back to the house to rest and resumed work in the day.
"I wonder how Semna and the others will feel about this?" Shawn pondered for a while but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the system.
[Congratulations, you have completed 1,500 years of watching your world (Ornio) grow. Reward - 5,000CP]
"Yes!" Shawn yelled before jumping up from the couch in excitement.
"Okay now, I want to log out,"
[Logging creator out of World in 3…2…1]
"Wait wait wait…"
His yells did nothing as everywhere soon became blank and he began to slowly open his eyes to notice the ceiling's existence.
He then rubbed his forehead before he got off the bed and stretched his muscles. As he approached the door and was about to touch the door knob, he was suddenly hit with a throbbing pain from his forehead.
"What's this pain?" he groaned as his grip on the handle loosened while the noise of the pain became louder.
"A headache perhaps?"
"Bump thump bump thump!"
He screamed "Mother!"