Revival as Undead.
According to his level and skill mastery, he’s going to revive as an undead. As an undead soldier who rules over black magic and the power of death.
When he dies, at the least his cold will disappear.
‘I’ll just have to level up and get masteries back up like a mad person for a while.’
With his eyes closed, he waited for death.
Without hunting or using his sculpting skill, this was first time he just lied down and rested completely like this. When fighting or resting for Life and Stamina to recover, he was always making a sculpture. The reason for Weed’s fast growth was because of such focus and effort.
But even as time passed, he didn’t die.
‘What’s happening?’
Weed opened his eyes partially.
His body ached all over and opening his eyes caused dizziness, but he wanted to check the situation.
And now he could see the reason!
Seoyoon!
She disappeared to somewhere and brought mountainous amount of firewood.
‘It wouldn’t have been easy......’
Around here, there isn’t much wood that can be used for a fire.
To get firewood, she would have had to go through blizzards and walked far.
Seoyoon stacked up the wood and lit the fire.
As the surrounding air became warmer, Weed could feel a bit of warmth seeping into his flesh.
Seoyoon took out a small iron can.
It had become black from using it so often for cooking over an open fire.
It is sold for 4 coppers in a general store, but it was dropped when hunting a fox near a castle. It was something not even beginners used.
Seoyoon glanced at Weed as if she was embarrassed for taking out beginner's iron can.
Weed closed his eyes again.
It was because his dizziness became worse as his body temperature rose.
‘Thirsty.’
Weed had a serious thirst and lots of pain. The thirst was due to the sudden burning heat of the flames.
But soon, something touched his lip.
‘What is this?’
An unknown scent came from it.
Weed opened his mouth.
Then, something dripped into his mouth little by little.
It was porridge.
Using the cooking skill she had, Seoyoon had made porridge and was feeding Weed. The problem was that the porridge was extremely salty and spicy! ‘Stop feeding me that stuff!’ Weed screamed inside his head.
She was feeding him the worst porridge possible, and it didn’t even taste right! Plus, the porridge smelled fishy.