There is nothing that can be identified as a wound.
Whether it's a few scattered scratches, large scars, or even accidental white marks from scrapes, none of them exist on this body.
It was as if this body had never experienced the suffering that had come before.
This is unlikely to be the result of treatment by Sheng.
I clearly remember Sheng demonstrating to me how to treat injuries during his free time. No matter how careful and diligent he was, a slightly lighter-colored scar would still remain after the scab healed and fell off.
In Sheng's words, all he could do was provide the necessary vitality for recovery and accelerate his own healing ability and speed, thereby avoiding infection and deterioration after prolonged exposure.
But what is owed must eventually come at a price. Even Hikari's full-force healing spells after opening the ring could not completely eliminate the injury itself. Instead, it required the use of other special methods and time to barely achieve the desired result.
That's true, too.
This is, after all, just a fake body.
Seeking real perceptions in a fictional world suggests I have some mental issues.
I shook my head helplessly, and once again released the senses I had gathered up in order to sort out the current situation.
The intangible perception is like a transparent lake surface with ripples constantly spreading outward from me. When it touches something, it bounces back and at the same time colors the outer contour of that object with my colors, taking shape in another world seen with my eyes closed.
The scene around me was almost identical to what I had just witnessed.
I seemed to have been placed in a room deep on the second floor. There were several groups of scattered team members within a equidistant distance, and many handcrafted weapons were placed within easy reach, seemingly as an arrangement to respond quickly and prevent surprise attacks.
The majority of people were housed in the few large rooms available in the building.
However, I couldn't see clearly when I was just waking up, but now that I'm looking closely, I can't help but gasp.
Compared to when Sheng and I followed the Sword Demon and the three of us left to hunt the Overlord in the nearby forest, judging from the situation in this safe zone, although there are new and unfamiliar beings, the number of people still remaining in the safe zone is much smaller than before. Many of the combatants remaining in the large room are injured and their mental state is quite unstable, indicating that the magic power within each person is extremely dim.
As for the few obvious sources of magic power—I observed them carefully for a few seconds and then found that they were almost all familiar faces.
The strongest one needs no further explanation. The magical energy fluctuation representing Sheng is the most vibrant in this building, and it seems that because he still hasn't been able to fully control this enormous power, the magical energy fluctuation that is too grand and conspicuous to me is constantly surrounding this library whose defensive barrier has been ineffective for a long time, and there are also sporadic flashing fluctuations of the same frequency in every corridor.
Next was Xiaoxi, which surprised me. In my memory, that female student always followed closely behind us with a weak appearance, but she would occasionally muster up the courage to stand up and loudly declare that she wanted to make a change, pick up a weapon and join the battle. She was also the first person to take the initiative to express her desire to follow us when everyone else was still afraid of us.
Sword Demon... I didn't expect that this madman would still be in this safe zone, and this rare sanctuary was still intact without him destroying it.
He's the third strongest in terms of magical energy fluctuations in this building, after me. It seems that the magical energy mass I implanted in him to repair the injuries I caused had some unexpected effect. Although its area expanded unexpectedly, it also strengthened his magical attributes, reaching an astonishing level 28.
Next up is the couple [Juncheng] and [Duheng]. I don't know how they did it, but they're still better than [Shan], who is at least level 10.
But how much time has actually passed?
Based on what I heard before, it seems that the progress here has transitioned to the stage where the ninth main quest has ended and the tenth main quest is about to begin. Sheng suddenly came to me and whispered something at that time, which seemed to be because the main quest was too difficult and he felt uneasy, so he hoped to be able to complete the explanation afterward smoothly.
Ultimately... is it possible for a game to evolve and develop its storyline on its own without the player's main perspective being used at all?
Or perhaps this is actually the type where the team list can be changed at will, and only the player who serves as the main perspective is allowed to be brought along in necessary levels, serving as an essential [key] to unlock the next map?
While I was somewhat pleased to be able to smoothly navigate the storyline, the fact that I was just casually slacking off, hiding in the back, and watching those I knew suffer trauma still left my dwindling conscience feeling uneasy.
Judging from the condition of the survivors around me who have suffered injuries and illnesses, and who have not yet fully recovered, it is clear that in the parts of the story I left blank, they have experienced many arduous battles that I am unaware of.
Perhaps I should ask someone now.
Whether it's something that happened before or something that happened after.
Humans are inherently good at disguising themselves; without serious and honest communication, it is impossible to clearly know what the other person is thinking.
With that in mind, I spotted a corner in the library, quickly walked to the only door, and opened it.
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