Oswald summoned the Phoenix back while watching it cry out loudly in response.
“Oswald-nim! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Let’s get out of here for now.”
The two headed towards where the Vultures were, and fortunately, the Trolls did not think of targeting the Vultures in the midst of the chaos, so they were both waiting there safely.
After that, the two quickly began to move away from the center of the forest again through the path they had come.
Oswald, who had moved down for two more days, left the Troll Forest.
Now, the place to go was where the Druid’s Necklace was. Of course, before going, he planned to transplant this Troll King’s heart first.
He had thought about putting it near his solar plexus. In the game, the pain wasn’t that bad, so he had no problem cutting his stomach open and putting it in. . . . . . .
‘𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵. . . . . . .’
Now that it has become a reality, cutting open his own stomach and putting something in there has become a great mental burden. Moreover, judging from the fact that Fate Points did not come in even after catching the Troll King, he had no choice but to put the Troll King’s heart in his body.
“Whew. . . . . . . “
Isn’t it fortunate that he is not alone?
“Eleven.”
“Yes, Oswald-nim.”
“I really need your help from now on.”
“Give me your orders.”
“I’m going to put this in my solar plexus.”
“Yes?”
“I guess you don’t understand. . . . . . . But this is one of the ways to improve my cursed body.”
“What is that. . . . . . ?”
“Help me do the first aid well.”
After giving her the potion and telling her to do first aid well, Oswald took out a broadsword from his magic backpack. Then, he lifted his shirt and stabbed it into his stomach.
“Young master!!”
Eleven tried to stop Oswald as she saw blood flowing out, but he quickly moved the broadsword down and cut it enough to put his hand in.
Soon, Oswald took out a red jewel the size of a fist from his magic backpack and shoved it into his solar plexus!
“Ghaaak!”
In the end, Eleven ran over screaming and stopped Oswald.
“Huuuk. . . . . . . “
Fortunately, Oswald, who was still conscious, roughly put the red jewel in his solar plexus and poured potions over it. As the potion was poured, the cells were activated and began to divide.
The divided cells quickly accepted the red jewel as if it were part of themselves, and the jewel also supplied nutrients to the newly connected cells, accelerating cell division even more. Thanks to this, the wound healed at an incredible speed.
“What is this?”
No matter how good the potion was, it was not enough to heal a deep self-inflicted wound at once. But what was happening before her eyes now was something that could not even be explained in words. . . . . . .
“Whew. . . . . . . “
Oswald, who exhaled and confirmed that the pain was completely gone, saw that the wound had also healed and that his body was strangely energized.
Tiring!
[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.]
[𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬 ‘𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐯.𝟑𝟎’, ‘𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐯.𝟑𝟎’.]
[𝐎𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟐𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐏 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝.]
‘𝘖𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰!’
He gained a whopping 20,000P in Fate Points.
‘𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭. . . . . . . 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 30 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. . . . . . .’
It was even a regenerative and recovery power that would grant him monstrous abilities.
‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯.’
Oswald, who had obtained the Troll King’s heart, stopped by the ruins of what appeared to be a village before returning to Erengrad.
This was once a village where the Furion clan, made up of Druids, lived.
The Furion, a mixed-blood born between the Barbarians of the North and the Wood Elves of the forest. They were able to live as Druids thanks to the superior physical characteristics of the Barbarians and the unique communication ability of the Wood Elves.
When the Imperial Empire came to conquer the north, which was dominated by the Barbarians, 100 years ago, the Furions also lost their homes.
The Empire considered the Furions, who summoned beasts and fought in the form of beasts, as seeds of threat and carried out a policy of extermination. The Furions, who shared the same culture as the Barbarians, who valued and preserved tradition, fought against the Empire together with the Barbarians, and this was the result.
The surrounding area is now a desolate field. . . But originally, it was a forest.
Anyway, Oswald, who was wandering around such ruins, went ahead as if he was familiar with it.
‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴?’
Eleven was curious, but she did not dare to ask.
After a while, Oswald arrived at a place that was presumed to have been a large house, took out a field shovel from his magic backpack, and soon began to dig.
Thanks to spending all 20,000P Fate Points on increasing his agility and endurance, he was able to dig down to a depth of 2m very easily and quickly.
Then, he found a box, and inside it would be the Druid’s Necklace, the sacred object of the Furion clan. It was a necklace with a familiar skill that greatly increased the wearer’s animal communication ability and allowed them to tame one beast unconditionally.
“I found it.”
A necklace shaped like a deer’s head. As soon as he put it around his neck, an alert sounded.
Tiring!
[𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 ‘𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐝’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞’.]
[𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐝’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞][𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫]
[𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧’ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬 +𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜’ 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.]
‘𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. . . . . . .’
When he had raised his endurance and agility to 30, he had been given 5,000P as an achievement reward. . . but this time, even though he had gained communion and other techniques, he wasn’t given any Fate Points.
‘𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?’
Ả̉𝙙𝐯𝘢ɴ𝚌ẻ̉𝚍 𝘊𝘩𝑎𝐩𝙩𝑒r̉̉𝐬 𝕜ỏ-𝐟𝑖.c̉̉𝑜ᴍ/𝕒𝘸𝘦𝚋𝚜𝚝𝕠𝚛ɪ𝘦𝚜 𝕡𝑎t̉̉ʀ𝑒𝘰𝕟.ᴄ𝑜𝚖/Ả̉ᴡᴇ𝐛s̉𝚝𝐨𝐫ɪ𝕖𝘴
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