For about three weeks, I continued to visit Princess Ione every day.
It might sound inappropriate, but it felt similar to taming a wild animal. I brought snacks and delicious treats, fed her, and even brought along picture books to read to her.
Every Tuesday at 2 p.m., like clockwork, she would grow irritable, attempting self-harm or violent outbursts. But each ti, I held her tightly, soothing her.
I sang lullabies, pop songs, and even ani the songs—anything I could muster—until she stopped trembling and crying and finally fell asleep.
Maybe all that effort paid off.
“Alright, I’ll leave now. I’ll co back tomorrow…”
Today, as I was about to leave, Ione smiled at .
“She smiled… Ione smiled…”
When I shared this with the Emperor and Empress, they couldn’t hold back their tears.
Right.
Even though I’m doing this to avoid my trip to hell, seeing their joy wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
Judging by the situation, it wouldn’t be long now.
The fragnt of the Evil God inside Princess Ione would soon transfer to .
It felt bittersweet.
My ti in this world had been full of bad mories, but the thought of never seeing these people again made sad.
Especially… Erfa.
I’d finally found soone who seed interested in , and now I was leaving her behind.
But what choice did I have?
My survival cos first.
“Saint, please heal my son!”
“My mother’s eyes are failing her!”
I continued treating the sick and injured tirelessly.
These were people I would never see again.
I thought it best to treat as many as I could before leaving.
Rich and poor alike, noble and commoner—I ran myself ragged healing people over the past three weeks.
Thanks to that, donations and offerings from the nobles increased even more. The funds were used to further revitalize the slums, but now…
It didn’t matter anymore.
Being a saint, a role that never suited .
The vulgar descriptions of my skills.
It was all goodbye forever.
I felt a strange sense of liberation.
The slums had been stabilized, so what else could possibly go wrong?
“Saint! Saint!”
“Saint Amayel! My daughter…”
“My wife has been burned! Please, Saint!”
Of course, sothing did.
One morning, as I was still groggy from sleep, a crowd suddenly knocked on my door.
Their voices were frantic. Rushing outside, I was greeted by a scene of chaos—countless people collapsed on the streets, faces lted, frothing at the mouth.
“Quickly! Bring potions! Hurry!”
The priests at the clinic were rushing back and forth, doing everything they could to treat the injured, but there were still far too many patients.
Most of them were won.
And young girls.
In that mont, I realized who they were.
They were the sa as the fifteen matchstick girls I had rescued from the backstreets.
Identical in their plight.
“There’s been a fire at a nearby factory! Saint! Please save my wife!”
Hearing the desperate cries of the people snapped back to my senses.
“Bring the critical patients to ! Right now!”
The well-trained priests of the Lilia Church quickly categorized the injured and brought the most severe cases to .
I frantically treated the won who had collapsed in front of .
Their appearances were horrifying.
So were gasping for breath, their faces scorched beyond recognition.
One had her hair completely burned off, her head reduced to a grotesque lump of flesh.
Another was a young girl, her lower jaw and neck dissolved from exposure to phosphorus, leaving her bones exposed.
As I worked tirelessly to heal them, familiar faces began to surface.
“Saint, please help her!”
I rembered one of the matchstick girls I had treated before—a young girl whose face had lted from exposure to white phosphorus while making matches.
Now she was suffering in front of again, for the sa reason.
There was another woman, who had been forced to work at a grueling factory with ager pay, her bones deteriorating from the labor. I had treated her severed fingers before, and now she was lying in front of , her body covered in burns.
As I restored the disfigured flesh of these people, mories of the faces I had seen flooded back.
Anger began to rise.
Why?
Why!
Why!!
Why, after I had healed them, were they in front of again in this state?!
I knew.
Jonathan Karma’s words echoed in my mind:
“There are few jobs that pay as well as the factories in the Third District slums. We’re doing our best to attract more businesses, but most workers still commute to factories outside the capital. Not all the poor in the city can survive on a single salade a day.”
My fists clenched so tightly it felt as though they might shatter.
After treating dozens of critical patients brought to , I left the priests to continue their work and stepped forward.
“Where is the factory that caught fire?”
“It hasn’t been fully extinguished yet! It’s too dangerous, Saint!”
“Take there! Right now!”
For one of the rare tis, I raised my voice, startling the bystanders, who quickly led the way.
As I followed them, the acrid sll of burning flesh and thick smoke assaulted my nostrils.
Unable to bear it any longer, I enhanced my body with Physical Modification to amplify my strength and sprinted at full speed.
There might still be people to save.
If I could get there even a mont earlier,
I could save them.
That thought propelled forward as I ran desperately.
But when I finally arrived—
“Aaaah! My daughter! Aaaah!”
“Mom! Mom!!”
“No! No! Please, no!”
In front of the burning factory, dozens of charred bodies lay scattered across the ground, blackened beyond recognition.
Families clung to the remains, wailing in anguish.
I approached one of the bodies and activated my skill.
[This skill can only be used on living organisms.]
[This skill can only be used on living organisms.]
[This skill can only be used on living organisms.]
[This skill can only be used on living organisms.]
No matter how many tis I tried, the result was the sa.
I couldn’t save them.
No matter how much effort I put in, the dead couldn’t be revived.
Damn it.
What the hell is this feeling?
Standing powerless before the grotesquely burnt corpses, my stomach churned.
Then—
“My daughter! My daughter is still up there!”
“You can’t go in there!”
“My daughter! My daughter! Please, soone save her!”
A young mother’s desperate cries caught my attention.
Turning to look, I saw a young girl hesitating on a third-floor balcony, flas raging around her.
She was still alive.
Before I knew it, my body was moving.
“You can’t go in there, Saint!…”
Before the officer blocking my path could finish speaking, I activated Ti Stop.
There was no ti to lose.
I didn’t know how much longer the girl could hold out.
Hastily, I partially deactivated the ti stop, just enough to allow to move.
How?
I adjusted the space so I could create a direct path from where I stood to the balcony where the girl was.
Within the ti-frozen field, I climbed, stepping on the solidified layers of air as if they were a staircase.
It was instinct—a desperate idea I had hoped would work. Thankfully, it did.
In no ti, I reached the balcony, shattered the glass, and entered the room.
The young girl lay collapsed on the floor, her skin severely burned and her breathing labored from the smoke.
Foam bubbled at her mouth as she gasped for air.
I canceled the ti stop on her and lifted her into my arms.
Using Physical Modification, I imdiately began healing her body.
As the pain faded and her wounds healed, her wide, startled eyes looked up at .
“Saint?”
I didn’t have the strength to answer her.
Damn it.
I’d only climbed a short distance, yet I was already drained.
This damn skill system, I swear!
But I could endure it.
“Hold on tight to .”
The girl clung to as tightly as she could.
I focused.
One misstep might not hurt , but she could die.
Using the sa thod, I carefully descended, stepping on the ti-frozen air.
Before long, we were back outside the factory.
“…Saint! That’s too dangerous— Huh?”
The officer who had tried to stop earlier gasped in shock when he saw the girl in my arms.
From his perspective, I must have appeared to suddenly reappear, holding the child.
I gently placed the now-healed girl on the ground.
“Take her to her mother…”
“Adele!!”
Before I could finish speaking, the girl’s mother rushed forward, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Lilia, thank you! Saint, thank you… thank you so much!”
Watching the mother cry and hold her daughter tightly, I found myself smiling without realizing it.
“Bring the remaining patients to . I’ll treat them.”
I did everything I could to heal the injured.
I didn’t want to see anyone else end up as a charred corpse.
Eventually, firefighters and mages from the Mage Tower arrived, dousing the flas with water and magic, finally extinguishing the fire.
Only then could I take a mont to catch my breath.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
As I leaned against a wall, trying to regain my composure, a voice bellowed angrily.
“Who gave you the right to use the water from the warehouse?! Those are all Leota Company property!”
A fat, middle-aged man stord onto the scene, shouting.
“If we hadn’t used the water, the fire would’ve spread even further!”
“I don’t care! I’ll be charging for every drop of water you used! There’s no law allowing you to touch company property!”
Even the firefighters’ protests didn’t faze him.
Hearing this, the injured workers began to rise, glaring at him with fury.
“You bastard! This is all your fault!”
“If you had just installed proper fire safety asures in the factory, none of this would’ve happened! My family wouldn’t have burned to death, you piece of shit!”
The grieving families scread at the factory manager, but he didn’t seem to care.
Taking a drag on his cigarette, he spat yellow saliva onto the ground and sneered.
“Shut up, you lot. You’re just looking for an excuse to get compensation. Fine, I’ll give you sothing. How about one salade per dead family mber? That should be more than enough—it’s three months’ wages for you lot, after all.”
He chuckled.
“Born poor? That’s your problem. You’ve been cursed by the gods. Why should we waste money on fire safety asures? It’s cheaper to pay you off. Upset? Then you’re all fired. Fired! Go ahead, lose your jobs along with your family!”
“You devil! You monster!”
“Your soul will rot in hell, you bastard!”
Despite their wails, no one dared to approach him.
Ard police officers and burly bodyguards with visible guns stood by his side, glaring at the crowd.
Yeah.
I get it.
They’re afraid.
Getting shot hurts, after all.
And even if they managed to overpower the guards and beat him up, the consequences would be worse.
Losing their jobs.
Sotis losing your livelihood is scarier than taking a bullet.
I understand.
But ?
Cops and bodyguards, would you dare shoot ?
I’m the man treating the Emperor’s daughter.
A saint acknowledged by the Pantheon.
I promise you, you won’t pull that trigger.
And as for consequences?
I’m leaving this world soon anyway.
I’ll return to Korea, where there’s no curse, no shattered soul, no hell awaiting .
So…
[Physical Modification: Strength ×20]
I can do this.
Enhancing my body, I grabbed the belt around my waist, wielding it like a weapon.
Then, with incredible speed, I charged at the factory manager.
My belt, powered by twenty tis my normal strength, struck him like a whip.
CRACK!
With a sharp sound, the man’s teeth flew out like kernels of red corn, and he was sent flying into the door of his car.
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