How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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It has no reaction to magic.

"Brother, look there..."

While racking his brains, Sirocco looked in the direction his sister was pointing.

"!!"

Some piles of charcoal after burning, traces of campfire remnants.

Sirocco went up to check and, judging from the feel of the charred remains, they were still warm.

In other words, this castle, this area of ​​traps.

"Besides us, there are others..."

81. So, what is the price? (Profound meaning)

St. Luke's Medical Center, Rehabilitation Training Room.

"Ordinary people won't react if they eat the Lord's flesh and blood. Twisted ideas, extreme emotions, morbid desires... these people have a chance to resonate with the Lord, and only then can blessings truly descend. Your recovery speed is quite fast, hahaha, is this the power of obsession? The fusion is so fast, I'm even a little jealous."

The chattering new nurse sat in a chair flipping through a magazine, her name tag on her chest reading "Genoro," and her long, crossed legs were beautifully sculpted.

I don't understand what you mean.

Cliff dismissed it dismissively.

When he awoke, a considerable amount of time had passed, and the seal that Pris had placed on his talent had naturally been broken.

Having slept for so long, he was now thinner, his muscles more defined, but his rock-like face remained unchanged. He gripped the bars, drenched in sweat, and walked step by step.

Doctors hailed it as a miracle, and neurosurgeons came to visit Cliff in droves.

They examined his body with instruments and found him to be perfectly healthy; all his terrible injuries had disappeared.

But Cliff didn't care.

His obsession with Sirocco is now quite deep.

Pure killing intent.

Why are you so persistent?

Perhaps it's because of this talkative nurse.

The strength she gave herself led to the miracle of her physical recovery.

That power stirred up indescribable, dark emotions within me.

The impact extends far beyond just curing the disease.

No one told him, but he knew it in his heart.

Gnoro was a companion.

She can be trusted.

Cliff felt like he knew this person very well, even though he had only known her for less than two days.

Even if you know absolutely nothing about her.

We met for the first time, yet felt very familiar... I naturally processed and accepted these two conflicting feelings.

"Mr. Cliff really doesn't want to join us?"

"I hate that bullshit of yours..."

I have no interest in what the god of Izabilis is called.

These words surfaced deep within my heart, only to quickly fade away.

"Bullshit?"

Genolo's smile deepened as he ate the bag of potato chips in his arms.

"...If it weren't for the great Izabilis, my life would be nothing but garbage! ...Thanks to the Lord for the strength He has given me."

"Izabilis".

Cliff didn't even have the slightest thought of offending him.

Soon, he stopped thinking about these things and focused on the strenuous practice of walking, trying to infuse magic into it to make walking smoother.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Cliff, you should probably tell me what that 'xi,ro' you keep saying means? It must be a name, right? You've been saying it for weeks. Is it your girlfriend or someone else? I'm very curious."

"...He's someone I have to kill...He's a bastard, he's my prey, and only I can take him down."

Some of my comrades were injured, and some were crippled.

He almost died himself.

Sirocco!

It's all that guy's fault!

The thought of this darkened Cliff's eyes, and he gripped the bars tightly, pressing his fingers into the steel.

"The object of revenge, how boring."

Gnoro lost interest.

"Believers can help each other or not interfere with each other at all. Now that you can stand up again, eat and drink as you please. Revenge is too common. There's no need to be fixated on one person. Everyone will die anyway."

"Hmph." Cliff sneered.

"You can go back once you've practiced enough. I'm not sure yet how your talent has been modified. The main energy can unleash the potential of your talent, granting new power without level increases or practice. However, it seems some people experience side effects while others don't. It mainly depends on compatibility. My compatibility is pretty good, but the fusion process takes a long time."

Genolo ignored him and continued talking to himself.

My alcoholic father is completely unreliable; during his hospitalization, the money spent was all raised by my fellow explorers and partners over the years.

Getting better quickly not only means he can take revenge, but also means stopping the financial drain.

“Mr. Cliff... Oh, still sticking to muscle training, good, I believe you will recover your strength soon.”

A gray-haired male therapist walked into the room with a kind and friendly smile.

"Ah."

Cliff responded in a low voice.

“Most people lie in bed for half a month and take about a week to rehabilitate, but you can walk without assistance in just two days. This is the first time I’ve seen this in all my years of practice.”

"It's far from enough. My body still hurts when I walk."

"No rush, take your time. Pain means your muscles are connecting and growing, and it takes time to adapt."

Take it easy?

Not enough, not nearly enough.

Even one more second would be better than nothing; he wanted to tear Sirocco to shreds as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, I really can't practice today; my arms are already numb.

"Shall I help you back?"

"No need, let that woman help me."

Cliff slapped the therapist's hand away; the moment their skin touched.

"what--!"

The physiotherapist let out a comfortable moan, his eyes slightly closed, his expression one of blissful contentment.

"?!"

Cliff saw it.

The moment I touched the other person, a root-like thing extended from my left hand, pierced the therapist's palm, and then quickly retracted.

"Uh...."

The physical therapist slumped to the ground, her face flushed and panting heavily, looking very tired.

"Ok?"

My magic was restored, and all the aches and pains in my body disappeared.

That feels so good.

"what happened?"

Not only that, but I also felt a floating, light sensation.

He knew this feeling all too well.

"upgrade....."

It was upgraded without me doing anything?

No, it was caused by that power.

The grace bestowed upon me by Lord Izabilis.

"Oh, I see! I understand now, sister!"