Nightmare World.
Shen Ye rushed out of the hidden passage with Xiao Mengyu in his arms.
He reallocated all his attribute points to agility and sprinted toward the human military camp with all his might.
As he ran, he shouted,
“Big Skeleton, you’re the battlefield scavenger—find her a suitable set of armor and an identity!”
“I’m not a scavenger—damn it, do you think assembling a full set of gear is that easy?!” Big Skeleton grumbled.
Still, it started pulling out various pieces of armor from its ring.
As Shen Ye ran, he dressed Xiao Mengyu in a faceplate, helmet, leather armor, and arm guards.
By then, the battlefield medical camp was already in sight.
Shen Ye shouted,
“Help! She’s dying!”
Two guards in front of the camp crossed their spears to block his way, demanding harshly,
“Who are you? Under which lord do you serve?”
“—Show your identity papers!”
Shen Ye had no such papers.
Seeing Xiao Mengyu’s severe injuries, he grew anxious and bellowed,
“You don’t recognize me? I’m that boy who miraculously survived!”
The two guards trembled and took a closer look.
“It’s really you.”
“Quick! Get the wounded inside!”
They hurriedly moved aside the barricades in front of the camp.
Several medics arrived upon hearing the commotion.
“It’s me! It’s me!” Shen Ye said excitedly.
“It’s him! It’s him! The one whose hemorrhoids I’ll be treating in twenty years!” One medic puffed out his chest.
“The miracle survivor? What are you doing back here?” another medic asked.
Shen Ye laid Xiao Mengyu on a stretcher and said,
“I found an injured comrade—hurry, heal her.”
The medics examined her.
The girl was clad in knight’s armor, exuding a lingering sharpness.
Clearly, she was a skilled warrior of the human race.
“Her wounds are severe. To heal her quickly, we’ll need rare sacred runes,” one medic assessed.
“Take them! All of you, heal her together!”
Shen Ye tossed his coin pouch at them.
A medic weighed the pouch in his hands, carefully extracted a few gold coins, then returned it.
“This is enough—was this pouch given to you by His Highness the Prince?”
“Hmm? How do you know?” Shen Ye asked in surprise.
“The emblem on the pouch—it’s exclusive to the royal family,” another medic replied.
“Just heal her—no more chatter. I don’t want her to die,” Shen Ye urged.
“Ah, understood!”
The medics gathered around the stretcher, chanting sacred spells. Radiant light cascaded onto Xiao Mengyu’s body.
Shen Ye stood to the side, watching.
Suddenly.
Faint glimmers of light appeared in the void, forming lines of text invisible to others:
“The battlefield changes in an instant. With your absence, people began to forget you, and your reputation faded.”
“But now, you have returned. You saved a comrade, carried her back to camp, and even spent your tuition fees just to save her.”
“From this moment on, people will speak of your noble character.”
“Congratulations—you’ve made a comeback.”
“—The Boy Who Cheats Death.”
Shen Ye was speechless.
This title was as sticky as glue.
Oh well.
If he was making a comeback, so be it.
Once the title was fully formed, he could just sacrifice it for attribute points.
Before long.
The sacred light dissipated entirely.
The medics wiped the sweat from their brows.
“How is she?” Shen Ye asked.
“Her body is recovering rapidly. She should wake up in a few minutes,” one medic said.
“When she awakens, she will be in peak condition,” another added.
Shen Ye sighed in relief.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he jumped up, grabbed Xiao Mengyu, and bolted outside.
He ran so fast that in just a moment, he vanished from sight.
—No one stopped him.
“Looks like she’s his lover,” a soldier muttered.
“Obviously! Who else would spend that much gold to save someone?” another soldier replied.
“You’re right. If I had that much gold, I could marry several wives,” a third soldier mused.
Meanwhile, the medics were discussing something else.
“His Highness the Prince seems to think highly of him,” one medic remarked.
“Eleven gold coins—he’s quite generous, and all for a friend,” another noted.
“Exactly. So I added an extra ‘Blessing of Strength’ on his friend—lasts for three hours, just as a gesture of respect,” a third medic said.
“What?!” the other medics exclaimed in unison.
“What’s wrong?” the first medic asked in confusion.
“I gave her ‘Blessing of Agility’.”
“I gave ‘Blessing of Resonance’.”
“And I granted ‘Blessing of Perception’.”
“Sigh, we all had the same idea—I cast ‘Blessing of Spirit’.”
“I also…”
“Same here…”
One by one, they revealed what they had done, exchanging stunned looks.
“All set.”
“Come to think of it, only His Highness the Prince has ever received this many blessings in battle.”
“That’s right.”
“Our Holy Medical Corps rarely gathers in full at major battle sites, and it’s even rarer for us to cast an entire set of blessings—”
“I suppose we’ve formed a deep bond in advance with this ‘Boy Who Cheats Death.’”
The healers chattered among themselves.
In a dense forest.
Shen Ye called out in a low voice, “Gate!”
The door opened.
At the same time, Xiao Mengyu’s eyes fluttered open slightly.
Shen Ye stepped through the doorway.
In the next instant—
Xiao Mengyu’s sword was already at his throat.
The two stood in the hotel corridor—one fuming, the other frozen in place.
“What did you do to me just now? Huh? My wounds—? They’re gone!”
Xiao Mengyu exclaimed in shock.
“A type of healing technique. It only works when the recipient is unconscious.”
Xiao Mengyu moved her body slightly, realizing that every injury had vanished. She felt reborn, every cell in her body singing with vitality.
Power.
Raw strength surged through her, almost tangible.
“…I misjudged you.”
With a trace of apology, she withdrew her sword from Shen Ye’s throat.
“That guy will be here soon. Can you still fight?” Shen Ye asked.
He suddenly noticed a new entry above Xiao Mengyu’s head.
Following “Greatsword Master,” faint characters gradually became clear:
“Sanctified Protector (Duration: 3 hours).”
Sanctified Protector?
What kind of trait was this?
Could that treatment have granted her a special enhancement?
As Shen Ye pondered, Xiao Mengyu spoke.
“I’ve never felt better… I’m going to kill him.”
“Make sure to find out who’s behind him,” Shen Ye reminded.
“I already know.”
Shen Ye froze.
She hasn’t even fought him yet, and she already knows the mastermind?
Just as he was about to ask, a smug voice rang out from the far end of the corridor.
“Haha, found you!”
Xiao Mengyu immediately stepped in front of Shen Ye, her tone uncertain. “You won’t be able to intervene in this fight—unless you have some powerful combat skill, you’d better stay out of the way.”
Earlier, she had underestimated him.
Did he still have hidden combat abilities?
“You’re right. At this level, I must hide immediately!”
Shen Ye agreed without hesitation, pushing open a nearby door and slipping inside.
Xiao Mengyu was stunned.
—So, his talent is in healing?
Fine, she could handle this fight alone.
After all, in her current state, she had surpassed her peak—
“Charming and beautiful lady, were you waiting for me?”
A man appeared at the other end of the hallway.
Xiao Mengyu’s response was a swing of her sword.
Slash—!
A colossal sword shadow, two meters wide and seven meters long, tore through the corridor, blasting open the walls as it shot forward.
The man had reacted fast enough to throw himself to the ground, yet the sword aura still grazed him.
He reached up to touch his cheek.
A thin, bloody cut was silently forming.
“Impossible… You were gravely wounded…”
The man stared at Xiao Mengyu in disbelief.
“You didn’t pursue me earlier,” Xiao Mengyu stated.
“I’m not an idiot—I sensed you had a companion. Besides, he unleashed that freakish power, blowing apart half a building to get you out.” The man shrugged.
Xiao Mengyu hesitated.
Him?
Blew apart half a building?
No, that couldn’t be him.
—No time to think about it now.
“Let’s settle this.” Xiao Mengyu declared.
The man chuckled.
“To be honest, your resilience and killing intent make you far more alluring than that pure little lamb.”
“…I can hardly restrain myself anymore.”
