e-booksonline Chapter 463 Alphia's Little Kindness
Chapter 463 Alphia's Little Kindness
Chapter 463 Alphia's Little Kindness
"Don't resist!"
Roy selected the copy to be transferred, whispered, and forcefully grabbed Alphia's small hand. If she was not willing, the transfer might fail.
Even faster and more bizarre than the transfer to the higher realm, the two figures vanished without a trace, leaving only the Black Dragon Magic Stone and the Mist Dragon in the Mist World.
Pfft!Pfft!
The transfer was complete, and the scenery before them changed dramatically. The two appeared out of thin air and fell heavily into a shallow, cold, sticky muddy swamp.
The world spins around, making one dizzy and disoriented.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Roy and Alphia lay in the mud, panting heavily, their chests heaving as they greedily inhaled every breath of fresh air. The battle with the black dragon had pushed their physical and mental strength to the absolute limit.
"Where am I?" Alphia noticed the change in her surroundings out of the corner of her eye. Roy actually had this kind of trick up his sleeve, but her attention was quickly overwhelmed by fatigue.
Every cell in my body seemed to be crying out in sorrow.
Having escaped Dragon Valley and averted the crisis, a wave of exhaustion washed over them, making them want to close their eyes.
But it's not time to rest yet!
Roy struggled to his feet and wiped the mud off his face.
What comes into view is a boundless primeval forest, filled with a thick, almost tangible, eerie miasma that flows slowly among the towering trees.
Beneath the seemingly vibrant greenery lies an unknown crisis.
A venomous python coiled around a twisted branch, its scales shimmering with a cold, hard luster in the dim light; beneath the decaying leaves, colorful scorpions and centipedes crawled silently, their legs scurrying across the withered branches with a soft rustling sound; the air was filled with the buzzing of countless tiny venomous insects, weaving an invisible net of danger.
This instance was not a last-minute choice by Roy.
Challenging the Black Dragon is extremely dangerous; no one knows what will happen. Roy made all the necessary preparations in advance, including choosing a dungeon world to escape to.
This world is called "Akame ga Kill!"
Similar to a medieval civilized world, most people are ordinary citizens and will not be in danger unless they encounter a Teigu user.
But it seems they didn't move to a human-inhabited area, but rather to a primeval jungle.
Roy's gaze swept across the surroundings like a hawk's, confirming that there was no imminent threat at the moment.
His gaze then fell on his mangled body, and he sighed, "This is truly a terrible experience—"
The fierce battle with the world-destroying black dragon left him with countless shocking wounds.
The surrogate doll can only replace the fatal wound of a damaged heart. In addition, there are gruesome wounds all over the body, such as deep lacerations that expose the bone and charred burn marks. It is almost impossible to find an inch of intact skin.
The most tragic loss was to the left arm, which was severed below the elbow by that golden beam of death.
But the trouble doesn't end there.
His severed left hand contained his spatial ring, which fell into the black dragon's belly, causing him to lose all his living supplies and precious materials. When he took out the magic sword to fight the enemy, Roy also threw the elven holy sword into the dragon's belly.
Now he only has a few magic swords left for self-defense.
"hiss!"
Roy felt excruciating pain all over his body. A helpless smile appeared on his lips. He should have taken out several bottles of Heavenly Elixir in advance. However, he didn't have time to drink the medicine in that tense situation. The golden light came suddenly, and even at LV.8, he couldn't react in time.
Suddenly, it's like entering wilderness survival mode.
It's hard to go from luxury to frugality. Roy took a deep breath. He was, after all, a LV.8 adventurer. Even if he started from scratch, it wouldn't be long before he had everything he needed.
"drink!"
A series of excruciating pains shot through my left arm.
At the smooth, mirror-like cut, dark red blood continued to seep out. Roy gritted his teeth, and the muscles at the severed arm suddenly bulged and knotted like rocks, the powerful force instantly compressing the blood vessels and the wound.
The blood that was originally flowing was suddenly slowed down as if it were being choked by an invisible sluice gate.
However, this method can only slow down the bleeding.
laugh!laugh!laugh!
Without hesitation, Roy pressed the crimson magic sword in his hand against the hideous severed wound on his left arm.
A violent burst of flames mercilessly licked at the mangled wounds, the flesh sizzling under the intense heat, turning instantly black.
A pungent, burnt smell filled the air. The bleeding was forcibly stopped, and the high temperature killed off toxins and germs.
The only downside is the excruciating pain.
A sharp, excruciating pain, enough to make one faint instantly, pierced Roy's brain. Large beads of cold sweat poured from his forehead, temples, and back, soaking through his tattered clothes.
Roy clenched his teeth so tightly they cracked, and the veins on his neck bulged like writhing dragons, but he didn't let out a single groan. He absolutely couldn't lose consciousness.
Alphia, watching from a distance, observed Roy's actions. He used his fire-elemental magic sword to brand off his arm with flames without changing his expression; he was quite a ruthless person.
"call!"
Having dealt with the trauma of the severed limb, Roy breathed a sigh of relief. Losing an arm inevitably limited his mobility and reduced his combat strength, but it was only temporary.
Even items like "Resurrection Armor" can drop, so limb regeneration is a piece of cake.
The "Crimson Dragon Heart" that is still in the system rewards interface and has not yet been extracted, after being transplanted, will grant the user a dragon's physique and will likely be able to regenerate severed limbs.
Therefore, Roy is not worried about this aspect.
The only thing that bothered him was the loss of the spatial ring. That item was just too convenient. He would defeat the black dragon sooner or later and take back what belonged to him!
"Let's leave here and find a place to rest—" Roy walked forward, but before he had taken two steps, he heard a sound behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw Alphia lying in the mud.
thump!
Alphia collapsed helplessly to the ground.
"What's wrong with you?" Roy quickly came to Alphia's side, turned her over, and wiped the wet dirt off her face.
"call!"
Alphia's stunningly beautiful face was completely bloodless, with a glaring, sickly red flush appearing on her cheeks. Each breath she took was rapid and broken, as if she had exhausted all her strength and was extremely weak.
"It's so hot!" Roy's hand quickly reached up to her forehead, the temperature from his palm was scalding hot.
Roy thought he was touching a cup of boiling water, a temperature that no ordinary human could withstand. Without a doubt, Alphia's condition was extremely bad; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was on the verge of death.
Unlike him, whose only magical attribute was sealed, Alphia's entire Grace was sealed, reducing her to an ordinary person. She also suffered a terminal illness that seemed to be closing in on her, and in the end, for his sake, she was pierced through the abdomen by a beam of death.
Roy's face darkened. For all reasons, he did not want Alphia to die.
Do you really think that saving him once will repay the favor?
Roy looked at Alphia's wounds and said in a deep voice, "Where's the elixir I gave you?"
Alphia gave Roy a deep look and said in a low voice, "We're all used up!"
Upon hearing this, Roy had no doubts. With the battle with the black dragon so intense, he had no time to pay attention to Alphia, who had probably already finished the elixir.
This makes things even more complicated.
Having lost his spatial ring and without any elixirs, how can he save Alphia's precarious life?
"Don't worry about me, just live your own life!" Alphia closed her eyes, as if she had accepted her fate and was no longer afraid of death.
Without her as a burden, Roy, still at LV.8, could live comfortably no matter what.
"What a pity, I don't have the habit of abandoning my savior." Roy shook his head as he treated the bloody little hole in Alphia's abdomen.
Some of the internal organs were shattered by that terrifying light, and all Roy could do was stop the bleeding.
The other person's life is on the countdown!
"You saved me once, and I saved you once. We're even now," Alphia said.
"That's your algorithm, it's not the same thing on my end." Roy stared intently at Alphia.
boom!
Roy dared not continue with Alphia, fearing she might die at any moment; she was now just an ordinary person suffering from severe injuries and a terminal illness.
He let out a low shout and plunged the crimson demonic sword into the sticky mud beneath his feet. A violent burst of flames erupted, and terrifying heat swept outwards. The mud beneath his feet emitted a piercing hissing sound, and water vapor rose wildly.
The mud within a few dozen meters dried up at a visible speed, turning into a hard, warm patch of solid ground.
Bang!
Roy gathered up the dry branches around him, flicked his wrist, and the magic sword shot out flames, igniting the firewood and raising a warm and steady campfire.
Roy placed Alphia next to the warm firewood and looked at her, saying, "Take off your muddy clothes, or you won't be able to hold on."
Her long, dark dress, soaked by the mud, clung to her skin, and with the severe inflammation, how could she, whose grace was sealed, endure it! Alphia curled up in a ball, the biting cold making her teeth chatter, her thin body trembling uncontrollably.
Roy wasn't wearing many clothes, but his LV.8 physique was far superior to Alphia's.
Alphia seemed not to hear Roy's words, and just curled up with her eyes closed.
Roy frowned. "I'll go out and find some food and fresh water. It won't be too far."
After saying that, Roy walked outside.
Alphia glanced at Roy's departing figure. He even knew to give her personal space. Such thoughtfulness was so different from those rude and barbaric adventurers. No wonder the goddesses liked each other so much.
But she doesn't need it!
On the other side, Roy hadn't gone too far.
This world has many undeveloped areas, and the wild is home to countless ferocious beasts whose power crushes ordinary animals; these are known as "dangerous species."
Bang!Bang!Bang!
With his LV.8 agility, Roy flicked several pebbles with his fingers, easily knocking down various birds in mid-air. They were not large, but each weighed about one or two pounds.
As for fresh water, that's a bit more complicated.
Roy can only collect natural dew from its leaves. This dew may contain dust and bacteria, but look, there's no water here. It's good enough to have something to drink. The rest depends on its constitution and "abnormal resistance".
When Roy returned to the fire, he saw that Alphia still hadn't taken off her soaking wet clothes, and he couldn't help but frown. What a stubborn woman.
"Do you want to die?"
Roy calmly roasted the prepared dangerous bird over the fire.
Alphia did not answer.
Roy had already determined the answer. Faced with the black dragon's death light, Alphia had given up resisting for a moment. Even if her grace was sealed, it was not something an adventurer should do.
The gray-haired witch in front of us is courting death!
Roy couldn't help but curse, "How foolish! You may be willing to die, but what will Bell think when he sees that scene through the Mirror of God?"
Upon hearing Bell's name, Alphia finally reacted a little. "That child has his own adventures, and he will understand the pain of loss sooner or later—"
"And then?"
Roy interrupted him sharply, "Then you let that black dragon stay. When it breaks the seal, it's everyone in the lower realm and Bell who will suffer."
Alfia frowned slightly. "Do you think I'm some annoying old woman? Like a nanny, taking care of that child from birth to death?"
"cough!"
Roy coughed lightly. He really wanted to say, "You did the same thing before," to help Belle arrange everything clearly, but his intuition told him that saying that would easily enrage Alphia in front of him.
"We might be the only ones who know about the Black Dragon's third stage. Let's at least bring the information back!"
"Isn't that what you're there for?"
"What if something happens to me?"
Alphia fell into a long silence.
"Don't you want to live on, to avenge your former comrades with your own hands, and to beat that black dragon to death?" Roy pressed his advantage, trying to ignite the other's will to live.
Alphia's heterochromatic eyes narrowed sharply. To be honest, she had never even considered personally fighting the black dragon, much less dared to, because of her physical condition—
"Or are you going to use your health as an excuse? What a convenient excuse, always using it to escape whenever you encounter difficulties!" Roy continued.
Roy's every word struck Alphia's heart with precision, infuriating the witch.
"You bastard!"
Alphia stared coldly at the boy, knowing that this was Roy's crude provocation, but she had to admit that she was indeed provoked to some extent.
Although she doesn't have a strong will to live right now, she doesn't want to die like this!
"Turn your head away unless you want to lose your eyes!" Alphia straightened her body, her beautiful figure shimmering in the firelight. She stretched out her slightly trembling fingers and untied the belt around her waist.
The long dress, already soaked in mud and filthy, slipped silently down her smooth skin.
The firelight outlined her slender neck, rounded shoulders, and large expanses of snow-white skin as cool as moonlight. Her two long legs looked particularly breathtaking against the scorched earth.
Roy turned around to face the jungle.
He really didn't know where the other person got the courage to talk like that! He had a whole bunch of girls of different races at home who would throw themselves at him every day.
"I think you really don't want your eyes anymore!"
"Ahem, I'm just worried about your condition!"
Roy quickly withdrew his gaze, which he was about to pry into. The wild flowers are always more fragrant than the garden flowers; what a waste!
Clang!
Suddenly, a crisp sound of glass colliding rang out!
The voice sounded very familiar to Roy, and he turned his head sharply, his gaze shooting towards the source of the sound like lightning.
Beside the flickering campfire, Alphia's figure was gently outlined by the warm light, large expanses of her skin, as smooth and radiant as fresh snow, were exposed in the firelight.
"What are you going to do?"
Roy suddenly turned around, causing her to instinctively cross her arms to cover her vital parts, her movements revealing her weakness after the injury and her barely perceptible embarrassment.
Her exquisite face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, revealing extreme weakness. Even amidst her pain and dishevelment, she retained a breathtaking beauty. Combined with that fragile pallor, she resembled a cold, ethereal fairy who had fallen to earth, stained with mud and wounds, yet whose peerless beauty could not be concealed.
Roy, however, was not attracted by Alphia's stunning beauty. Instead, he swiftly reached out, grabbed her long, dark dress that she had taken off, and lifted it up.
Two small glass bottles fell out of her skirt.
Roy caught the two bottles of celestial elixir and said irritably, "Why didn't you take out the elixir?"
"I want to keep it for myself, is there a problem?" Alphia asked calmly.
Before entering Dragon Valley, Roy gave her two bottles of the 2.0 version of the Heavenly Elixir. Knowing that her body was beyond saving, Arthania drank half a bottle to alleviate her pain, leaving one and a half bottles of the Heavenly Elixir.
"What's the point? These two bottles of elixirs won't cure your body; you'll still die before me." Roy narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Alphia.
Alphia declared stubbornly, "I want to!"
Roy was not misled by the other party. "I think there is another possibility. You know you will die before me and are preparing to leave these two bottles of elixirs to me. You are afraid to take them out in advance. I will let you use them."
"Why would I go through all that trouble?" Alphia scoffed dismissively.
Roy's lips curled into a handsome smile. "Who knows? Maybe she likes me!"
Alphia's face darkened, and she sneered, "Has anyone ever told you that you're actually quite narcissistic?"
"No, absolutely not!"
Roy laughed and said, "Just say you like me. Lots of girls like me anyway, one more won't make a difference!"
"Get out!!" Alphia shouted angrily.
"Hahahahaha!"
Roy's laughter, which made Alphia hiss like a kitten, echoed through the forest. Without hesitation, he opened the complete Heavenly Elixir and brought it to Alphia's lips. "Drink it!"
Alphia turned her head away, her clear voice tinged with barely concealed weakness, "No need!"
Roy gave a mocking laugh and said, "I'll say it again, drink it! Don't force me. You've heard of the 'Orario Stallion,' haven't you?"
Alphia's face tightened. "You dare?!"
"What's there to be afraid of!"
Roy chuckled and said, "In the quiet, deserted forest, a lone man and a lone woman, the girl was completely defenseless. I don't even know how much of a beast I am!"
Alphia glared fiercely at Roy, her pale lips pressed into a stubborn line.
"Glug! Glug!"
To avoid further humiliation, Alphia suddenly opened her mouth and fiercely bit down on the cold bottle opening. Her throat bobbed as the elixir of heaven was forcibly poured into her throat.
Her heterochromatic eyes, still blazing with anger, remained fixed on Roy as she bit harder, as if she were biting not the rim of the glass bottle, but Roy's throat!
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