Chapter 78

The whole body felt as though it was on fire.

Screams and sounds of pain echoed in my ears.

As I opened my eyes, all around me was a hellfire painted in red.

“Huh!”

In sheer shock, I tried to move, but oddly enough, I couldn’t budge an inch.

It was the black hands that had emerged from the ground, clutching my ankles.

“Get away! Don’t come near!”

I shouted in terror, but it was just meaningless flailing.

As despair settled into the knight’s eyes, suddenly, all sounds faded away.

And then I heard a single line whispering in my ear.

“I will teach you healing.”

With that voice, the knight reflexively jolted awake and flailed his body around.

*

“Uhh, what the heck, I’m fine?”

An hour after contact was lost, Gallum left a reply.

Surprisingly, he seemed to be just fine?

“Hey, how was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“First, I think I need to get you some medicine before I can reply.”

But something felt off with his condition.

“?”

“Please, it’s really urgent. I’m not joking; my arm is really cut off.”

I feel like I’m going to die from blood loss, so please give me some medicine!

“What could it be, did he lose his memory?”

It had already been over an hour since I gave the knight his medicine.

But why was he looking for medicine?

At that moment, a possibility flashed through my mind.

“Look at your right arm.”

Could it be that he lost his memory?

“Huh? Why is it still attached?”

“Wait, did you reattach my arm remotely?”

“Mom, I want to grow up to be like you, Judadak! Mom, I want to grow up to be like you, Judadak! Mom, I want to grow up to be like you, Judadak!”

“Is this guy really losing his memory?”

“Wow, this is really scary, lol.”

A knight who lost a finger while fighting monsters, and now loses his memory due to pain?

“What do you mean? Why would I lose my memory?”

And it turned out my fears were justified.

He had lost his memory from the sheer agony.

“Wow, I definitely can’t let this slide.”

Kellierhton was a newborn nation, but it definitely had a knightly image.

Thanks to the steel supplies I gave last time, the number of knight applicants had soared.

With the competition skyrocketing, only truly capable individuals could become knights.

And to have a knight lose consciousness from pain and even develop short-term memory loss—how absurd.

“Is there something I’m not aware of?”

“Hey, at least you have an arm now. Make a toast with it!”

(Scribbling an impressed expression while rubbing his forehead).

I contacted Morone, the creator of the potion once again.

At this rate, everyone would end up dying from shock before being healed.

However, Morone hadn’t put much emphasis on the side effects in the first place.

Morone: If you endure the temporary pain, you’ll be healed. Isn’t that a good thing?

“What? Then what about the side effects?”

Morone: (Mysteriously unclear).

Witches were poor.

Naturally, the materials used for potion making had to be saved as much as possible and of low quality.

It was only natural that side effects would occur.

“I can’t use this.”

Morone: Well, what if you try diluting it a bit?

“Oh, it can be diluted?”

At least it was lucky to hear that diluting was possible.

Thinking it might help, I tried it on a new applicant.

“Wow, my arm is completely healed! Thank you!”

“How was it, was it bearable?”

“Wow! Thank you so much! My arm is fixed!”

“??”

“I think something else has gone wrong here.”

“Arm = Brain’s miraculous exchange method.”

The effect wasn’t all that promising.

“Still, the healing potion is essential.”

Although Morone was researching a new one, those who needed it right away were plentiful.

Injuries weren’t just a problem for humans; the demand was overwhelming.

“The shop knows the answer.”

So, I entered the shop for now.

Whenever a problem arose, pointing at the shop often yielded answers.

And once again, the shop’s interior held the key.

*

Salt and pepper.

Say what you will, but these were the essential ingredients that had to be included in the healing potion.

Salt had the best compatibility with witch magic, while pepper fulfilled the condition of being “as precious as the weight of life” that healing potions required.

Thus, when the healing potion was sprinkled on a wound, the pain accompanied was equivalent to the amount of salt and pepper applied.

Morone: I will continue to try, but I think it will take some time to perfect it, unfortunately.

The problem was, that was the only manufacturing method.

Potion-making techniques had actually regressed due to the persecution of witches.

“Well then, if we eliminate the pain…”

Where does pain come from?

The brain, so let’s put the brain to sleep!

[Local Anesthetic] – 200p

That’s right, using anesthetics.

“Well, it’s a bit expensive, but…”

If you think of it as a human life-saving cost, it’s worth it.

And true to the chaos of another world, there were plenty of applicants overflowing.

[Title: Don’t Mess with Me!]

(Pig monster corpse that died a bloody death!)

(Thumbs-up meme by the writer)

We took care of the attacking pig monster!

– Wow~

– But teacher, you don’t have a thumb, though?

“Uh, one… I left it for the future…!”

Gallum, who lost a finger while fighting monsters.

“I’ve decided on you!”

Without needing to leave a message, I immediately sent the healing potion and anesthetic.

– Writer: Huh? What just arrived?

“Get an injection and try sprinkling the potion on it!”

While the writing seemed cheerful, Gallum’s bleeding was at a serious level.

Blood was pouring out like water, soaking his clothes completely.

– Writer: Oh crap, this must be incredibly painful, right?

“Of course, it freaking hurts!”

“Lol, I hope you stay safe.”

“Congratulations on being the winner of the Season 2 fainting game! Lol.”

Having already felt the effects of the healing potion, the writer was both happy yet trembling with tension.

And then came the moment when I injected the anesthetic close to the amputation site and sprinkled the potion.

– Writer: Agh!!! Ahhh? Huh?

“What the?”

“?”

“Why are you fine?”

And the effect was phenomenal.

No matter how tightly the writer shut his eyes and waited, the pain didn’t come!

– Writer: What is this? Why doesn’t it hurt even though we’re done?

“(Disappointed, teacher meme character)”

– Writer: Damn you!

– “It must be because of the anesthetic, right? Wow, this is insane, lol.”

– Damn you!

– (Crying knight cat character)

“Lol, did it come back?”

– “If you feel wronged, try getting injured 2 hours later, oh, lol.”

“This is definitely reliable!”

At this point, I felt like I had enough of its uses.

Of course, it was problematic to achieve clean cuts or if the injuries were on the body rather than limbs.

– Writer: This feeling… is a bit strange.

“Oh?”

“What do you mean by that?”

– Writer: It feels like my entire arm died, then slowly life was being infused back into it?

– Writer: Anyway, it’s freaking amazing. It feels like my finger was never cut off in the first place!

The applicant not only returned to normal but gained quite the advertising effect as well.

Just like I had seen, the gallery had witnessed the healing process too.

– “Wait, is that possible?”

– “Did you use time-reversing magic or something?”

“Is there even such a thing?”

“Nope.”

– “How mysterious. Is that actually possible?”

“Seriously, this is freaky. You turn back a cut part without any pain? This feels unnecessary to examine.”

“It’s not that it’s impossible, but it’s just that they haven’t researched it.”

“We’d express that we can’t do it.”

“Damn, is it time for the gods to start causing trouble again?”

In this world, the concept of anesthesia didn’t exist.

At most, there was only the idea that all pain subsided before death?

Anesthesia was about temporarily blocking the sensory organs, but the accepting reactions varied from person to person.

– “Is it like killing a part of you and then bringing it back to life?”

“Don’t say that as if you can just kill someone and bring them back?”

“Do you really think that makes sense?”

“If that’s not it, then what is it, damn?”

– “It’s like time magic or something.”

“Have you read too many fantasy novels?”

“Didn’t they say it’s possible with dragons?”

“Isn’t it tough? If it was possible, wouldn’t we be flying around already? Everyone died and vanished!”

The opinions were split between believing time had been reversed and that some part of the body was killed, then reattached and revived.

Of course, both were wrong.

But thanks to the blossoming misunderstanding, conspiracy theories about my identity blossomed all the more.

[Concept Post: Judadak is Not a Half-Elf Beautiful Girl]

It seems to be something designed for polymorphing beautiful girls.

Looking at the absurd magic used in various fields, he seems like an ancient dragon who has lived for at least 10,000 years?

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– Oh…

– (There’s some logic to this! Scholar meme)

– No, you devil! She is indeed a half-elf great magician beauty!

– Myoran): Haha!

“No, you little gutter rat!”

“You’ve been mocking me for ages just for looking!”

“But what you saw might have also been polymorphed.”

“Myoran): !”

“No, damn it!”

“How can there be a beautiful girl in the universe that can use anesthetics right after buying them?”

After purchasing and spraying the anesthetics, another beautiful girl dragon theory had been added.

I intended to clarify things but decided to check the new posts that came up instead.

For now, it seemed that I could manage until Morone’s Intermediate Healing Potion was developed.

But the crisis came much quicker than expected.

[Title: Please Help, Judadak!]

(Bloody image of a peasant boy)

This is my son.

I told him not to go into the forest, but it seems he went while I wasn’t looking.

When I caught up, he was being attacked by monsters.

Please save him.

I’m willing to die instead. Please…

Among the multitude of posts, one caught my eye.

It had fewer views and was drowned in the influx of posts, but it couldn’t escape the gaze of my eyes that had been glued to the gallery for 24 hours.

“Kellierhton’s outer village?”

The state was incredibly serious.

It was a wonder he was still hanging on to life.

Normally, with injuries this severe, there would be no choice but to die… but…

“Who am I?”

The curator of the disaster gallery of another world, Judadak.

I wrote up an announcement immediately.

[Notice: I’m Confident in Magic, Please Come Forth]

Anyone from Kellierhton who can use magic, please contact me.

Let’s do a job together.

I promise you fair compensation.

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– “Me! I’m really confident in magic!”

– “I’m an Intermediate Magician, can I apply?”

– “ZL Storm Magician): Huh? What’s happening?”

Within a minute, magicians began to appear in droves.

*

The outer village of Kellierhton.

Starting the recovery of the city, it was quickly expanding its territory under the protection of Judadak.

But outer areas were bound to have occasional monster appearances, and this time the victim was just a young boy.

“Please, anyone, help me!”

The boy who had joyfully snuck away to the hills behind his parents came back covered in blood.

Desperately holding the dying little body, the boy’s father shouted as if he were wailing.

But those gathered in the square only lowered their heads in silence.

“…This is unavoidable.”

“Ugh…”

The degree of the injury was too severe.

Even a priest couldn’t do anything.

Even a great magician would be powerless.

This was something only a god could accomplish.

At that moment, as people’s expressions hardened with regret and helplessness, something swooped down from the sky with tremendous speed.

“Where is the boy?”

It was none other than the only tower master of Kellierhton, the maker of the magic tower.

The Affectionate Konik, ZL Storm Magician.

“Ah, Wizard!”

With a shout, the boy’s parent’s cries reached Derrick, who instantly rushed towards them.

What flashed before his eyes was an almost lifeless young boy.

No matter how skilled at magic Derrick was, there was nothing he could do in this instance.

As they whispered among themselves, this was something only gods could handle.

“Step aside. You too.”

But Derrick showed no hesitation in his eyes.

Rather, he was filled with conviction.

Indeed, he knew Judadak…

‘He will be able to do it.’

As if recalling a miracle he had shown him once, he believed that he would save the boy as if it were a lie.

In that faith, he took out something Judadak had once given him.

“What is that?”

“This is something that kills a person and at the same time brings them back to life.”

It was a General Anesthetic.