Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Whoosh!

The surgical scalpel made its move.

The back of the hand registered a searing heat.

Vivid crimson blood seeped from the gash on the back of the hand. The flow exceeded expectations, almost as if it were gushing.

Sigh. Did I cut too deeply?

Raciel briefly felt remorse, but it was irreversible now. Raciel took pleasure in observing the blood streaming from his hand.

Naturally, pandemonium ensued all around.

Gasp.

The first to display a startled reaction was Gardin. He stuttered, his expression a mix of horror and the desire to exclaim:

What in the world-!

Yet, the words eluded him. Even the hand that had been suturing a soldiers arm quivered. Gardin wasnt the only one reacting in such a manner.

Demian, who was lifting an injured soldiers leg, also widened his eyes. So did the military officers, including Shandre. Even the medics gathered around the tent entrance reacted similarly.

If you combine all their stares, it was as though they were collectively thinking,

[Why is he suddenly engaging in self-harm?]

Even the bodys organs seemed to echo this sentiment.

Ding-dong!

[Your organs are shocked by your bizarre behavior.]

[Heart: What on earth are you doing? Have you lost your mind?]

[Lungs: I I]

[Large Intestine: Friends, it seems like this person is finally losing it, huh?]

[Liver: Why is he letting out blood when we have a patient with excessive bleeding? Is he planning to offer his blood to the wounded? Will that even work as a transfusion?]

[Stomach: LOL, these days transfusions are done via Wi-Fi LOL]

[A million question marks are hovering from your organs.]

[Your organs express concern for your mental health and contribute 100 HP of encouragement.]

[Your current HP: 7,400]

Indeed, chaos reigned among everyone.

But Raciel remained unfazed. Regardless of what anyone said, irrespective of the incredulous looks he received or the worried expressions on people breakdancing, he paid no attention.

He lifted his wounded hand without a care, brought it to his mouth, and covered the wound with his lips. The metallic scent of blood permeated his mouth as he avidly sucked it in, as if he were someone who hadnt had water for days, consuming every drop.

Zing! Zup!

As if determined not to waste a single drop, he sucked vigorously on the back of his hand, akin to a person desperately quenching their thirst. He gulped down the blood.

Gasp.

The concerned gazes from those around him intensified. Yet, Raciel remained utterly indifferent. This had been his plan from the outsetthe only way to save an injured soldier on the brink of death from excessive bleeding. He held a glimmer of hope, and that was his motivation.

Activate the circle slot.

The moment he thought it,

Ding-dong!

A clear notification sound rang in his ear.

[Activating the storage function of the circle slot.]

[The circle slot is empty, so you can use the storage function.]

[Currently detected substance: Human Blood (Rh +O).]Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

[Would you like to store the detected material in the circle slot?]

[YES / NO]

Certainly, YES!

He activated the storage function. From that point onward, the blood he was consuming ceased to flow into his stomach. Instead, it was stored in the circle slot.

[Storing material in Slot 1.]

[Slot 1 Storage Volume: Human Blood (Rh +O) 0.1 liter 0.2 liter]

Zing Zing!

He kept on drinking. The amount of blood stored in the circle slot steadily increased. It crossed 0.3 liters, surpassing the typical donation amount of 0.4 liters in no time.

But he didnt stop.

This isnt sufficient. More!

He saved him.

They had crossed the perilous threshold.

A belated sense of relief washed over him as he withdrew his hand from the soldiers wound. Was it because he had been tense and suddenly felt relief? Or perhaps it resulted from overexerting his mana circle while employing the Asrahan Core technique? Or maybe it was the loss of a significant amount of blood.

Ah.

Suddenly, dizziness overcame him.

His vision blurred into yellow.

Did his legs give way? The world seemed to sink. He felt a dull impact on his backside. Demian reached out a hand toward him, Gardin yelled frantically he saw it all. Only then did Raciel realize his condition.

Ah, I overdid it once more.

Despite his fragile state, a ticking time bomb of a patient at the peak of frailty, he had acted without recognizing his own limitations. Perhaps thats why he was feeling this way.

But at least I saved a person.

That alone was satisfying enough. With a content smile, Raciel closed his eyes. A faint notification sound chimed in his ears.

Ding-dong

[You have exhibited an extreme act of altruism by expending your own blood to save another.]

[Moreover, many witnesses have observed a person being pulled back from the brink of death through your healing.]

[For those unaware of Asrahan Core Technique and circle slots, this act may be regarded as a holy miracle.]

[Your fame is poised to skyrocket]

Ah, fame

That sounded nice.

With that thought, he surrendered to unconsciousness. The world darkened. He had completely fainted.

A miracle occurred? In a mere military medical camp of the kingdom?

Inside a dimly lit room, bathed in the glow of a single candle, Javillon, the leader of the Anbouaz rebels, raised his head. He gazed at the man kneeling before him, a military intelligence officer tasked with reporting on the kingdoms activities.

Yes, my Lord, the officer affirmed with a nod.

According to the reports, a military officer saved the life of a dying soldier with just a touch, Javillon inquired.

Just a touch? On the soldiers body? he pressed further.

Yes, my Lord, the officer confirmed.

He didnt employ any tools? Javillon sought clarification.

It was with his bare hands, as Ive been told.

Hmm. Could it be an exaggerated rumor? Javillon pondered.

It appears not, my Lord.

On what basis?

Because one of our spies, embedded within the kingdoms army, witnessed it firsthand and provided a report.

Is that so? Javillons eyes narrowed, brimming with deep interest.

Hmm.

The ability to rescue a dying person with a mere touch. Truly, a feat worthy of the title of a saint. Javillons fascination with this power grew, and he was increasingly drawn to its symbolism.

What if this person were to come under my command?

The idea kindled his greed.

Beyond the capacity to save lives, what if this saint were to align with me publicly? If he were to openly support my cause? The people of the kingdom might view me and my rebel army in a new light. A saint following an army. A saint endorsing a ruler. That alone could reshape the dynamics of this civil war.

His calculations ran deeper.

His lack of legitimate authority was his greatest vulnerability, the core reason why the rebel faction struggled to expand. But what if a figure venerated as a saint joined him? Joined the rebellion?

The symbolism would be monumental.

With determination coursing through him, Javillon tightly clenched his fist.

Then, lets proceed in this manner, he declared.

He turned to his intelligence officer and issued instructions.

Contact that saintly individual through the spy weve placed within the kingdoms army.

Meaning, initiate contact?

Yes. We must bring him to our side. At any cost, no matter how high.

Javillon, the leader of the rebel force, harbored an intense eagerness for this promising talent.

(To be Continued)

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