Chương 48: Chapter 29.1: Super Sensory (4)
After confirming that the monster had died, I lowered my head.
It really hurt and I felt like dying.
The opened side simmered and new flesh appeared. Super regeneration was activated, and the wound was being regenerated.
However, it felt like the recovery was slow. It could be because the injury was serious or the magic that attacked me slowed it down.
I soon recovered from my injuries and rose from where I was sitting.
I felt as if my body was drained of strength.
Of all the risks I'd been through, this time was the most dizzying.
If I had been hit in the head rather than the side, I would have died. No matter how effective super-regeneration was, it wouldn't be able to restore even the head.
The light of the magic circle that was illuminating the space also disappeared when the monster died.
I stared at the dead man and looked back at Asher with a sigh.
Asher was sprawled against the wall and lay motionless.
I went over to her, picking up her messy clothes.
"Hey."
I didn't know if her injury was serious or how should I wake her up, so I patted her cheek first.
As her eyelids fluttered, Asher slowly opened her eyes.
I asked her as she blankly blinked her eyes in relief.
"Are you okay?"
"…Yes. How much am I… that monster?"
"Dead."
Asher, who was confused, let out a small sigh, as if she understood the situation, and then became devastated.
To be honest, it was fortunate that she was only hit once and flew away and then retired from battle. I could see the level, but she couldn't. So, this must be another blow to her self-esteem.
"Sorry. Nothing else…"
"He was as strong as the overlord."
At that, Asher widened her eyes and looked at me.
I took a Scarlet potion out of my arms.
The attack hit her right below, so she was fortunately safe.
Asher shook her head, planted her sword on the floor, and stumbled to her feet.
"It's okay."
"Just drink a little if you don't want it to be poured on your wounds."
"No. It's really fine."
How stubborn…
She kept repeating that it was okay even if I was practically forcing it to her, so I pretended to bring it to her mouth.
Startled, Asher stepped back, tripped over her foot, and fell again.
I looked down at her as she fell, a little startled by her furious reaction.
"Your condition is not normal, after all."
"…"
Asher's eyes looked this way, and I felt a faint mix of embarrassment and resentment from her gaze.
Who kept insisting on rejecting the potion here?
"It's an order, so drink."
Eventually, Asher took the Scarlet potion and drank it.
She was an irreplaceable talent for me. How could even a hundred bottles of this potion be wasted?
If there was any trouble, I had to fix it right away, so that there was no problem.
By the way…
I sighed inwardly and turned my head back to the fallen monster.
What the hell was that bastard?
Why was there a monster of such a crazy level in this forest?
No matter how many strong mages were there in the golden age of ancient magic, at level 97, they would have been one of the strongest on the continent.
He said he's Enpyrus Deima.
It was a name I didn't know about the ancient NPCs because the game rarely mentioned them.
The ancient era almost had no records other than the ruins buried all over the continent.
I moved and went up to the altar.
Looking around the dead man, there was something like a book.
I picked it up and paused.
This was because the book crumbled at the slightest touch. How old was this?
I had no choice but to crouch down in front of the book and flip through the front pages as carefully as I could.
"…"
What?
I stared blankly at the letters written in the book.
So… these were ancient characters, but I could interpret them perfectly.
Earlier, I paid little attention because all I could think of was to survive, but I actually had a natural conversation with the monster in an ancient language.
Being able to understand and speak ancient language, I easily concluded.
Because I had experienced this sensation once before.
It was like that when I first possessed this body.
The first time I entered this game, I communicated with the prisoner in the common language of the continent with no problems.
I didn't know the details, but I wondered if something similar to that time had happened.
Is the conversation a trigger?
It made sense if the trigger was having a direct conversation with someone in a language I didn't know.
I planned to check it out later, but for now, I turned my attention back to the contents of the book.
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