Chapter 111: Su Mu's Inner Thoughts

Su Mu slowly sat up, her head throbbing as she tried to piece together her fragmented memories.

Her hand instinctively reached for her side, her memory still lingered around the battle against the Half-Drow Mages.

The cold stone floor beneath her feet did little to ground her in reality as she scanned her surroundings—a dimly lit stone house, walls lined with crude wooden furniture, and unfamiliar symbols etched on the surfaces.

"Where... am I?" Su Mu muttered, her voice hoarse. She rubbed her temples, still disoriented. "The last thing I remember is... fighting. But now—"

A voice interrupted her thoughts, familiar yet out of place. "Oh, you've finally woken up. It took you quite some time." It was the Evil Spirit, the entity locked inside within her.

Su Mu blinked. That voice... She narrowed her eyes. Something was different. "Aha? What happened to you?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. "You sound almost...

relieved I'm not dead."

The change in the Evil Spirit's voice was unsettling.

Usually, the spirit's tone dripped with annoyance, every word a scolding or a mocking jab at Su Mu's incompetence.

But now, there was something softer, something almost... concerned?

"Don't flatter yourself, kid," the Evil Spirit retorted, though the familiar edge was missing.

"Do you even realize how serious your situation was? I've warned you—repeatedly—about relying on my power. Your body can barely handle a fraction of it, and yet, you went ahead and overdid it. Again."

Su Mu frowned, the harsh reprimand feeling out of place with the gentleness in the spirit's voice.

"I didn't have a choice," she mumbled defensively. "We were outnumbered, and those Half-Drow Mages weren't going to just let us walk out of there."

A deep sigh echoed in her mind. "Consider yourself lucky you're still alive after your little stunt," the spirit muttered, a hint of genuine exhaustion in its tone. "You would've been just another corpse if not for...."

Su Mu's mind raced, trying to make sense of everything the Evil Spirit had just said. The cold, hard truth settled into her bones—she blinked, her breath catching in her throat. "You... saved me?"

"Haha, don't you feel it?" The Evil Spirit's voice cut through her thoughts again, tinged with amusement. "Your body is completely healed now, even your depleted lifespan should have recovered by more than half by now."

There was a brief pause, something that felt oddly like hesitation from the Evil Spirit. "It's beyond me," she admitted slowly. "That kid is even more mysterious than I thought."

"You were inches from death, but whatever he did, it wasn't just a simple healing. It restored you back to normal in minutes. Lifespan recovery like that... even I couldn't have achieved it in your state."

Su Mu's breath caught in her throat.

Ram... His name echoed in her mind, softer this time, tinged with something she couldn't quite place—gratitude, confusion, maybe even admiration.

But the question still burned at the edges of her consciousness. How had he done it?

For the first time in a long while, Su Mu felt a sense of vulnerability.

Not from the battle she had survived, but from the growing realization that Ram—someone she had fought beside—was capable of something far beyond her comprehension.

She still recalled the numerous times she had saved his life, yet within a matter of days, he had managed to save hers and even help restore her lifespan.

Initially, she intended to serve as his bodyguard to siphon his lifespan, but now her mind raced with the thought, 'Does he still need my help?'

The Evil Spirit, sensing her unease, chuckled softly. "Hey stupid kid, don't think too much. I already talked to him, seeing him acting all tough in front of me, I think he didn't use all of his abilities."

"However, you're in his debt now, far larger than when you saved his life. Although he didn't care much, debts like these... they don't come free." She stopped her words, to let Su Mu think through it on her own.

Su Mu's eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively reaching for her weapon.

"I didn't ask for his help," she muttered stubbornly, though she couldn't ignore the truth in the Evil Spirit's words.

She owed him. Whether she liked it or not.

But even deeper than the debt was the lingering thought: What other secrets was Ram hiding?

Su Mu exhaled sharply, finally focusing on the task at hand. The Half-Drow Mages were still out there, and she wasn't going to let this debt stop her... "But first—I need to find Ram."

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