Chapter 79: The Monster (2)

Chapter 79: The Monster (2)

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"You're such a chicken," the giant captain said, his shoulders shrugging as he eyed Renet, who had declined his offer with a faintly trembling voice.

He hadn't expected this seemingly strong human woman to refuse, but it wasn't a big deal. After all, there was only one person he was truly after.

And if that one agreed, that would be enough.

"I'm in," said the male elf, nodding just as expected.

"And you?" The giant captain turned to Zion, his true target.

It had troubled him, the idea of discussing anything with a low-level human. It felt like it tarnished his self-respect.

He might look rough around the edges, but the captain took his status and level very seriously, refusing to mix with those he felt beneath him. So, if Zion, the gray-haired man, rejected his offer, he planned to deny him any form of consultation.

"Sure," replied Zion, a smirk spreading across his face at the giant's question.

Truthfully, Zion saw no reason to decline.

'I can see right through him,' he thought to himself.

The captain grinned, caught off guard yet again, but it looked like everything was going his way.

"You're tougher than you look," he chuckled.

Or perhaps just too foolish to grasp the gap in our levels. The giant kept that thought to himself, moving to stand directly across from Zion.

As soon as it was decided, a silent pressure filled the air, urging them to start right away, without any delay.

As this pressure grew, Renet, the elf man, and the somber-faced disciple of the monster naturally stepped back, creating a wider space.

"Are you worried about that human?" the elf man asked Renet, who was looking at Zion with fear in her eyes.

"He must be a friend of yours. But there's no need for such concern. That giant is more reasonable than you think. He won't kill or maim."

But he might leave a person bedridden for a while.

"What are you talking about? Who am I supposed to be worried about?" Renet looked at him, her face asking what he meant.

"Yeah... I'm worried. About the sparks flying my way."

"...What did you say?" the elf man asked again, confused at her mumbling, but Renet didn't respond.

"Don't use your sword." Suddenly, the captain, noting Zion's empty hands, plunged his own sword into the ground.

Thunk!

The enormous sword, more than two meters long, sank halfway into the ground with a simple shove. It was a demonstration of the exceptional physical strength typical of giants.

"You'll regret it," said Zion, who'd been observing the captain with a relaxed gaze.

"...What?"

"You're going to regret not using your sword."

To the giant who seemed baffled by his words, Zion repeated his statement kindly.

"Ha ha ha!"

The captain burst into laughter.

"You're even dumber than you look," he jeered, his eyes brimming with anger.

The captain couldn't stand being insulted, especially by someone he considered beneath him.

"I'll make you eat your words," he snarled at Zion.

He had planned to break just a limb or two, but Zion's words changed his mind. Now, he decided to beat Zion until he couldn't stand anymore.

Without wasting any more time, the captain lunged.

Kwaang!

He raced towards Zion, surprisingly quick for his hefty size.

'What a loud fellow,' Zion mused, calmly watching the oncoming giant.

At first glance, it seemed like a reckless charge fuelled by anger. But even at such speed, his breath remained steady and his steps were stable.

It was the precision of a practiced fighter, one who had trained to the point where each move became second nature. When combat skills become ingrained like this, the body often reacts faster than the mind, resulting in quicker, more efficient movements.

Most warriors trained this way, with amazing results. But Zion hadn't. In fact, he didn't have any set fighting style at all.

The reason was simple.

'Such form can distort everything else.'

Half a beat.

Just half a beat faster than when the giant took his last step to land right in front of him, Zion moved.

"....!"

Zion's precise action, timed perfectly with the giant's breathing, made the Captain's eyes widen.

Almost within the hut, the Eccentric Healer gestured directly towards Zion, her head and fingers still outside.

"Given that I received the recommendation from that giant, I suppose extending this courtesy is only fair."

With that, the Eccentric Healer delivered her statement and entered the hut.

'She certainly lives up to her moniker.'

Zion mused, staring at the hut she'd retreated into.

Zion was aware that the Eccentric Healer had arrived before his bout with the giant.

He had sensed her presence since then.

However, she had chosen not to reveal herself until the fight was over, preferring to observe.

And now, her latest words and actions.

Truly, the title 'Eccentric Healer' was befitting.

"Tell him to pen a favorable recommendation when he regains consciousness."

Chuckling softly, Zion relayed this to the others, assuming the unconscious giant wouldn't hear, and proceeded towards the hut.

'She seems rather competent.'

Zion mused as he observed the Eccentric Healer, who had been contentedly puffing on her cigar for a few moments without expressing a word, seated across from him.

At most, she appeared to be in her early thirties.

Such a youthful appearance indirectly testified to her remarkable healing prowess.

'If she's a close acquaintance of Ahmad Ozlima, then the Eccentric Healer must be fairly old herself.'

To Zion's knowledge, Ahmad was over 90 years old.

Hence, as a contemporary, the Eccentric Healer's age must be comparable.

But, to appear so youthful meant she was perpetually enhancing her body to maintain its prime.

'Can she mend this body of mine?'

Despite the woman's evident world-class abilities, Zion could not be completely sure about her.

What Zion needed to rectify was a congenital condition, a 'Heavenly Restrictment,' which he'd been afflicted with since birth.

If it couldn't be corrected, his Lunar Eclipse ability and further enhancement of his Black Star state would be significantly hindered.

Then.

"It's been some time since I've received a recommendation from Ahmad. That old man rarely sends any my way... He must've grown rather fond of you."

The Eccentric Healer finally broke her silence.

"I don't think he was particularly taken with me."

Zion retorted, recalling Ahmad's expression when he handed over the recommendation.

It certainly wasn't a smile.

"Then that makes it even more remarkable? It's truly rare for someone to make him do something he's not fond of."

With that comment, the Eccentric Healer, having set down her cigar, extended a hand towards Zion.

As Zion silently stared at her extended hand, the Eccentric Healer prompted him.

"Are you not here for a consultation? I need to check your pulse to assess your body."

"Shouldn't you inquire who I am and what I seek to mend first?"

Zion offered his right hand, responding to her prompt with his own question.

"I'm not interested in who you are. I'm here to provide healing. Your body will disclose what needs fixing."

In reply to Zion's question, the Eccentric Healer chuckled lightly and began to take his pulse.

A rejuvenating energy flowed from her touch, permeating Zion's entire body.

After what seemed like an extensive duration.

"You..."

The Eccentric Healer, who had at last concluded her examination.

"How in the world are you still amongst the living?"

She asked, her eyes wide with astonishment as she gazed at Zion.

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