Chapter 30: Settling Debts; Inheritance (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Buzz—
His vision shifted, and his consciousness once again entered the starry space.
In the background, the huge LED panel floated in the galaxy.
The mont Zhou Jing entered, a waterfall of information appeared on the interface. Before he could react, he was caught off guard.
[Will·Wood’s placent has ended]
[You may view the Placent benefits report (Automatically Expanded)]
[Placent Duration: 3 days (Astral Ti)]
[Reward: 9 Astral Points]
[Accumulated Rewards: 9 / 2,000 Astral Points]
[Ability Growth: None]
[Trigger Achievent: [First Death (Unique)]
[Placent Rating: None]
[Will·Wood (Serial #001) is dead]
[Do you want to check the death playback?]
“What the heck, why did he die?!”
Zhou Jing was a little stunned.
That’s unexpected… Let’s see what happened first.
He imdiately activated the death playback. An image popped up on the interface.
——
Inside a little wooden cabin.
Will·Wood was lying on the bed. His face was green and purple, evidently deeply poisoned. His eyes are closed, and he is in a severe coma. The arrow wounds on his body are already oozing pus and festering.
Beside the bed, an old man dressed in a strange attire was jumping around. His dance was strange, and he was mumbling as he jumped, as if he was holding so kind of ritual.
The old man’s wrinkled face was sared with oil paint, and there were two feathers stuck on his head. He wore a robe woven from black feathers, which made Zhou Jing involuntarily think of the witches and priests of primitive religions.
There was another familiar face watching from inside the house. It was Griff, looking worried and anxious.
After doing so dance rituals to pray to so unknown god, the old man stopped. He was sweating profusely, and his hands were clenched into fists against his forehead as if he was praying.
After about ten seconds, the old man stepped back and turned to Griff. “I’ve prayed for him for three consecutive days. I’ve done my best. The gods will try to redeem him.”
“I don’t believe in your God.” Griff was dissatisfied. “Why didn’t you give him the dicine that you gave to Captain Barong and the rest?!”
“The dicine has been used up.” The old man shook his head. “He has been poisoned too deeply. The only thing I can do is to clean the wound and release the poisoned blood to treat him. The rest will depend on the will of the gods.”
“How is that possible! We went into the mountains to help you pick so many dicinal herbs, how could it be used up so easily?!”
“But it is what it is. There’s no ti to prepare more dicine at the last minute.” The old man lowered his eyes and said with a benevolent expression, “But it doesn’t matter. I’ve already sincerely prayed so he can receive gods blessings. If he still dies, it ans that his life is over. No dicine can save him either!”
Without waiting for a response, the old man picked up his walking stick and staggered out of the house.
Only Griff stayed behind to take care of him.
Day turned into night. Will·Wood ultimately didn’t make it through and stopped breathing on a cold night.
Griff took the body to the village cetery and buried it, accompanied by the silent circle of hunters.
The tombstone with the na “Will·Wood” engraved on it quietly stood over a mound of sand that covered his pale face.
[Death Replay Over]
——
The video ended, and Zhou Jing ca back to his senses.
So that was how he died… He didn’t survive the poison and succumbed to his injuries in the end.
Before he returned, the carrier was already half-dead. It was not surprising that it did not survive.
“I guess the astral apostles don’t just suddenly recover when my consciousness leaves this realm… Before I return, I should try my best not to put the astral apostles in danger. Otherwise, they might die in the process.”
Zhou Jing frowned as he thought out loud.
If he had access to the dical skills of the main world, he probably wouldn’t die… However, there was no point in saying this. Although he had guessed that the dical skills of the Mutant World might be very backward, he didn’t expect that they would actually use this sort of dancing ritual to treat patients.
This isn’t even a problem with the dical procedures. Are you trying to scam ?
The most ridiculous thing was that such a doctor was qualified to practice dicine in the village.
How have the villagers not stabbed him to death with pitchforks?!
A quack is harmful!
Zhou Jing was furious.
However, what he was most angry about now was the group of Subterranean scum.
Becoming friends with the hunters and being able to go to Frostwood Village to gather intelligence was great, so why did it beco like this…
If not for that Subterraneans sneak attack, this Astral Apostle would not have been poisoned or dead.
“Subterraneans, huh? I’ll settle the debts sooner or later.”
Zhou Jing made a ntal note.
After sorting out his emotions, Zhou Jing looked at the interface. The death of Will·Wood had temporarily disrupted his plans. He now had to see what to do next.
At this mont, following the death playback, an interface popped up.
[Death Settlent of Will·Wood (Serial #001)]
[Total Survival Ti: 9 days]
[Synchronization Rate: 32%]
[Strength: Mortal]
[Total Astral Points gained: 1,477]
[Total Information State Particles obtained: 0]
[Legendary Points: 0]
[Career evaluation: Early death]
[Evaluation Reward: None]
[Free inheritance Slot: x3 [Random], x2 [Specified]]
“There’s still the death settlent? It really counts the gains from an Astral apostle’s career.”
Zhou Jing looked at it carefully and started thinking.
It seed like there were a lot of calculations involved during each Astral Realm travel.
There was a small settlent every ti he returned, which would calculate the gains from his astral travel.
Every ti an apostle’s ti ended, the system would calculate the total gains of the Astral Apostle during the period of operation.
The death settlent was the total statistics of an Astral Apostle’s career. It showed the results of an apostle.
“If I’m right, there will be a reward if I manage to complete any of the mission objectives.”
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