Chapter 519 [519] Waste?

Chapter 519 [519] Waste?

"How did you feel about wasting the Panacea Phial on a single person instead of using it to cure thousands of others affected by curses?"

Alan didn't answer that question as easily as he did the others. In fact, he was completely silent. Twilights officials had recognized that the question was nowhere on the list of questions agreed upon by them.

The interviewer, looked at Alan with a sweet smile, fully aware of the uproar that her words were going to cause.

Maxwell looked at her with a glare, and she simply smiled at him.

The one who was asked, Alan, was silent.

His focus was not on the restless looks on the faces of the others in the room, the smirks from a certain group of people, the interviewers sweet smile and innocent eyes, Maxwells glare, and the curses he could hear with his enhanced hearing.

Not even on the majority of the question, but on a singular word from it.

'Waste?'

Waste....waste? Him using everything he had at his disposal, having his limbs ripped apart, his head caved in, his body reduced to a messy mass of flesh, his mana being driven out of his body to secure victory at the final fleeting moment.

Those 'sacrifices', those feats, all that to cure his sister. Sacrificing his own health by transferring his bloodline to her, completely forgoing the ability to regenerate. To save a child that was dying?

To save the only family he had for the longest time, to save his world?

What was it all, a waste?

He 'wasted' the Panacea phial? He wasted that thing he acquired after such hardships?

Waste? Curing his sister with it was a waste? A fucking waste?

"The phial could be studied, and humanity may have had a chance to make more! We only needed it."

And she threw salt into the wound, petrol into the raging fire.

Alan couldn't hide the existence of the panacea, it was already revealed to the world when he came out of the tower, along with the broken core. Everyone that had an appraisal skill at that time had appraised it, and spread the news about it. The world knew about it.

It was impossible to hide it.

"What do you feel about it, Alan Peccator?"

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm He didn't answer, and the interviewer pressed on. But Maxwell stepped in.

"I believe that isn't a question he should answer."

"Oh, please, Sir Maxwell, this is important."

"I belie-"This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

But Maxwell's voice was interrupted by Alan's.

"I feel great."

He said what he wanted to.

"Excuse me?"

The interviewer, a little surprised, questioned.

'Did I just hear him say the worst possible answer?'

It was the most expected response, Twilight was getting a lot of hate as well.

[Can't expect the third ranked guild to be decent.]

Many of these people had no clue what they were talking about, just riled on by the trend, which at this point was hate on Alan and Twilight. More than half of them had no relative that was cursed or suffering from a major disease that only the panacea could control. What was funny was that the ones who did have people close to them suffering from the curse were supporting him.

[What are you all talking about? He said the right thing, If I had it I would use it on my mother before giving it to others.]

[Everything he said was correct, we are not elves. It took the big companies years to make effective potions that could heal wounds, you expect them to make something like the Panacea?]

[Fuck the world, My father matters more.]

It was funny, wasn't it? The ones who had no relation to it would bark and not even do a minute of research into the topic. While the ones related to it, or at least knowledgeable about it would actually understand and try to say something else, but then it will be buried under the hate of the ignorant.

But what did all this drama matter to someone who wasn't even on Earth right now? Twilight was big enough to simply not care about it, and Alan wasn't even on the other world. He was currently inside his domain. He was in front of the Altar, and threw a few items inside of it. The rewards from the tower he deemed useless. There were not many. But even the few items garnered him a lot of points he could use to expand the infrastructure of the domain.

He had brought Richard and Maxwell along with him as well, and those two were currently surveying the areas of the domain. They were really interested in it as well.

"I never thought a domain like this could exist..."

Richard muttered, as he stood on the walls of the domain, beyond the walls was an endless dark space. As if the Jade palace resided in the depths of space.

Maxwell was busy seeing the palace and all it could do, The man had already made an office for himself as well. He had taken over an empty room and carried furniture from the other rooms suitable to make his room look like an office.

The workaholic loved his offices.

They analysed the strength of the soldiers as well. And Richard was amazed.

To him, this was more force than Twilight currently possessed, If they excluded him, the soldiers in this city, along with their beasts, would defeat Twilight. His existence as the only S-rank was the only advantage Twilight had.

"You can make more of these?"

He asked Alan, who was busy looking into the menu of the domain.

"Yeah, it's expensive, though."

"How expensive?"

"I need artefacts or things 'worth' something and feed it to the altar, the altar gives me points depending on how valuable it is, and I can use those points to purchase more things here."

"It's simple...yet interesting."

Richard, satisfied, took his leave and went back to Earth with Alan's help, after seeing the domain in person he was even more motivated to get an adequate space for Alan to manifest it.

It was like a mobile base, a city that could pop up at any moment. God forbid, what would happen if Alan released it in an already built city.

The walls would expand and crush the buildings and any organism that was too weak to resist, it would be a calamitous weapon if used like that. Although, Alan hadn't manifested it in the real world until now.

That was exactly why Richard went early to procure whatever empty land he could.

"That's good enough."

Satisfied with the points he had acquired from the sacrificing of the rewards, Alan went back to the throne room, intending to use one of them.

He entered and saw the large snake behind his throne, and smirked.

"Now, let's see if this works on you..."