Chapter 135 Two people who stayed in bed...
After being approached and called repeatedly several times, I finally snapped out of my daze.
To be honest, I'm still a little unaccustomed to being called by another name by others, but there's nothing I can do about it.
In order to regroup and face the challenges of the fourth mission, which has not yet been opened, in the best possible condition, Sheng decided to postpone the rest after checking the approximate injuries of me and the unconscious man in the black trench coat.
Changing the status quo must be difficult for him, as he cannot predict where danger might appear in the surrounding area, but proper rest and respite are also essential.
Not to mention that the Sword Demon, who is the strongest on paper, was beaten unconscious by me, and my muscle spasms and strains also urgently need time to heal. The three-person team that rushed over by detour must have encountered all sorts of nerve-wracking situations along the way, and they have many scrapes and bruises on their bodies.
If, given the accumulation of so many unfavorable factors, moving too hastily will inevitably increase the probability of unexpected situations occurring.
Excessive haste is a major taboo in risk-taking.
"However, I didn't expect that the two of you would fight in such a short time and actually win."
Sitting on the platform where a cleared space had been made, Sheng's burning gaze was fixed on me without blinking, which made me feel a lot of pressure: "As expected of the eldest brother! He's even stronger than I initially imagined!"
The two people sitting opposite, quietly eating and replenishing their energy, nodded in agreement.
This made me curious about what kind of image I initially had in their minds.
I always felt that something was strangely distorted.
“However,” Sheng said, turning around with some doubt to look at the sword demon lying dead not far behind us, “is he really alright?”
"...Still alive, except for not waking up yet, he's doing quite well for now."
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the side of his abdomen, which was mostly hidden by the hem of his trench coat, and then added in a low voice, "And for the time being, you don't have to worry about him turning his knife on us again."
I sensed the feedback coming from my senses. After completing a simple sealing treatment on the wound on the opposite side of his abdomen, the bastard's breathing gradually returned to a stable level. He was still unconscious, so he remained in a coma, but in reality, he was just as good as a normal person.
I have no doubt that as long as he can get up, he can fight another life-or-death battle with a similar intensity as before.
Thank you for the backdoor I provided.
Sheng seemed to have guessed something, his gaze shifting between us several times before he nodded thoughtfully without asking any further questions.
His slender calves peeked out from his slightly tattered trousers, swaying gently back and forth in mid-air, free and unrestrained.
The atmosphere in the team gradually became more cheerful during the meal.
The combination of companions, fire, food, and leisurely rest is enough to relax people's tense minds, even if only for a moment.
However, there's one thing that's rather frustrating.
After finishing the treatment of the Sword Demon and that strange turn of events, I inexplicably remembered to check that bastard's stats, and almost choked on my own spit.
Admittedly, there weren't any major changes to that guy's basic attributes, only a few values were slightly adjusted:
[Information on known characters who have appeared in the story is displayed.]
Codename: Sword Demon
Age: 19 (?) years old
[Personal Attributes: A tragic vengeful spirit, a swordsman who transcends all, a witness to the end, a foundation burdened by sin, a prisoner of the spider's web]
[Ability Attributes: Stamina lv19, Strength lv20+ (limited), Agility lv18, Magic lv3]
[Equipment: None]
[Special Component: Proof of the 665th Reincarnation (Repeated), Built-in Magic Core]
Yes, after losing a small amount of stamina and agility, his magic power was increased.
It was really just a very small change, but the difference was comparable to someone who could barely taste the difference in saltiness suddenly frowning and saying that there seemed to be too much salt in the dishes today.
This was a change that hadn't occurred before I started treating him.
The reason for this change may be related to the newly added special component.
I was somewhat frustrated. Even though this meager amount of magic wasn't enough to help him master the manipulation of magic, it was sufficient for him to vaguely perceive and confirm it. For a martial artist who could only rely on willpower and intuition to grasp the inner energy and thus confirm changes in the surrounding magic, this was a tremendous help and a significant improvement.
Honestly, is it really that easy to improve one's magical perception?
The time that a monk has to constantly meditate and sense, merging with heaven and earth, to barely experience and improve is practically wasted.
Okay... Anyway, stop thinking about it.
I need to rest now...
With that in mind, and after confirming that the other three would take appropriate shifts and that I wouldn't need to do anything extra, I closed my eyes.
Then I open my eyes in my own reality.
The warmth emanated from the fireplace, and of course, from my half-numb right hand.
A small body, not heavy but wrapped too tightly, pressed down on my right hand, making it almost impossible for me to move.
I can only confirm my current situation through my senses:
Before falling asleep, I checked that the direction where Ai An was was, but now it was empty. I don't know if she woke up early and left with her bedding, or if she was disturbed by the other three guys who were playing wildly in the middle of the night and ran out of the house because she couldn't stand it anymore.
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