Chapter 429 - 350: It Would Be Strange If I Wasn’t Good to You

Chapter 429: Chapter 350: It Would Be Strange If I Wasn’t Good to You

"If you want to regrow a head after it’s gone, that’s something only a Holy Healer could do."

Meanwhile, the Empowerment Mage Shaman, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and spoke slowly.

"And it would have to be an incredibly powerful Holy Healer—the kind who has mastered the Rebirth Skill."

"The Rebirth Skill...?"

This was the first time Zelir had ever heard of this Magic. "So, it can even grow back a severed head?"

"Yes." Shaman nodded.

For some reason, Zelir was reminded of what Bev had said about the Elemental Master and Holy Healer who had died at the hands of their own teammate.

’That unfortunate Holy Healer probably hadn’t mastered the Rebirth Skill, then, had they?’

"But if your head comes off... you’re dead."

Gray thought for a moment. "Doesn’t that basically mean coming back from the dead?"

"That’s why it’s called ’Rebirth’."

A trace of longing appeared on the face of the usually stoic Shaman.

"The power of top-tier Magic is far beyond our imagination. Reversing death... that is the ultimate goal every Empowerment Mage pursues."

"Indeed." Zelir nodded slightly.

’Such an absurdly powerful Magic that can resurrect teammates... Everyone would want a Holy Healer like that on their team.’

’If only I could just get a look at it.’

’Even if I can’t use it now, it would be nice just to have it as something to strive for.’

"Speaking of which, Magic Power really is a miraculous thing..."

Gray couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Just by Casting a spell, you can instantly fix a wound that would take a normal person months to heal."

"Actually, I’ve been wondering about something... Let’s say every part of a person was destroyed and then regenerated with Magic Power... would that person still be their original self?"

Gray’s words sent Zelir into deep thought.

’He’s right.’

’It’s quite philosophical, a bit like the Ship of Theseus paradox.’

"It’s simple."

Marcus said flatly, "It’s like if your junk got chopped off and grew back. Would you still be a virgin?"

"I..." Gray was speechless.

"Oh..."

Zelir and Shaman, who were listening from the side, were impressed by Marcus’s logic.

"What an appetite-whetter, listening to you guys talk about this right before dinner."

Valles scurried over, holding a BUBBLING, steaming iron pot filled with freshly made beef stew.

"Make way, dinner’s ready!"

Because the main chef, Gray, was injured, Master Wa was in charge of the cooking today.

The stew in the pot was a vibrant, reddish-brown. With carrots mixed in, it looked incredibly appetizing.

"Time to eat!"

Zelir, as usual, ladled himself a full bowl of the hearty beef soup.

He then broke off a piece of black bread to soak up the broth, speared a piece of beef with his fork, and prepared to dig in.

But with the first bite, the eager anticipation of a post-battle meal was instantly crushed.

Zelir’s brow furrowed slightly.

’This beef...’

’Why is it so salty...’

’And it’s way too tough! I can’t even chew it!’

Zelir looked up at the others and noticed their expressions were also a bit strange.

"This Minotaur died in vain."

Gray let out a long sigh. "I have to hand it to you, Valles. It takes real skill to turn beef into a shoe insole."

Valles’s face flushed red. He had been about to argue back.

But as he chewed and chewed, even his own jaw started to ache.

So, he could only force down the large chunk of beef in his mouth and silently accept Gray’s assessment.

To treat the three squads, Zelir had taken out a total of four portions of Minotaur Leg Meat, and his own stock was running low.

Though he felt the sting of the waste, Zelir still offered some comfort. "It’s alright, Valles. You’ll get better after a few more tries."

"You mean, to exercise our jaw muscles?" Gray snickered from the side.

After finishing the not-so-easy-to-swallow meal, the team began to get organized.

Joel and Fletcher, who had gone to the camp to find help, weren’t back yet, so Zelir decided to take a short nap.

The others also took the chance to rest.

...

His dreams were disjointed and fleeting.

Zelir remained in a hazy state.

He couldn’t even enter a deep sleep; sometimes, Zelir wasn’t sure if he was asleep or awake.

Like a drowning person struggling in the depths of the sea.

When he opened his eyes, he didn’t feel the relaxed comfort that comes after a good rest.

The feeling of exhaustion still weighed him down, leaving him listless.

But on the bright side, some of his Magic Power had recovered.

However, perhaps because he had overdrawn when absorbing the Source Energy Crystal Stone earlier, Zelir’s Blue Bar was only at about 20%.

His recovery rate was also much lower than before.

A Mage’s own condition is directly affected by their Magic Power reserves.

Generally, as long as the Blue Bar is above 20%, all kinds of Casting are still relatively normal.

But once it drops below this safety baseline, the closer their Magic Power gets to depletion, the worse their own condition becomes.

Spiritual Power and concentration will also begin to wane.

Gently tapping his head, which was still faintly aching, Zelir sighed softly.

’I really can’t just casually break the 100% limit for Magic Refills in the future...’

’Although I can use the Attribute points from leveling up to cushion the discomfort...’

’...it still makes my body feel awful for a while and puts me in a weakened state.’

’For a Mage, not being able to sleep well is genuine torture.’

Zelir reached out and shook Gray, who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

"Hey, get up. I’m going to heal your injuries."

"Ah... oh..."

Gray was still a bit groggy.

He sat up and held out his hands. The bloodstains on the bandages had long since dried.

Zelir unwrapped them, and the corner of his eye couldn’t help but twitch.