Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Constellation Gallery EP.12
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"Hold on, you didn't hit accept already, did you?"
"No, not yet. But this really isn't from you, mister?"
The girl's eyes sparkled.
"After taking the medicine you gave me, my body feels refreshed like a miracle, and you took down that monster so skillfully. Mister, are you maybe a god sent to save me?"
"...Yeah, you could say that."
Overhearing the constellations' conversations and having info worthy of one, I guess that makes me a god, right?
The gallery was already buzzing with mockery.
"But anyway, that one's not from me, so don't accept it."
"Huh?"
"Check who sent it and read the contract details."
The girl looked puzzled but stared into space to check the contract.
...Hold on, One Smiling in the Red Twilight?
It was a familiar nickname.
The first constellation to sponsor me.
'But why suddenly go for her instead of me?'
Because I didn't accept the contract?
Or is it aiming for my neck again?
Let's check the gallery.
The Constellation Gallery was already flooded with similar questions.
'Prophecy constellation? Nostradamus maybe?'
Nostradamus was a famous prophet and physician.
He dabbled in writing too, so arts fit.
Archery’s a mystery though.
Still, pretty high odds.
That’s when it happened.
A new post went up.
I scrolled down to read it.
"...".
At least no hostility toward me right now.
Still feels off, of course.
But like those gallery posts said, too much suspicion stalls progress.
Couldn’t make a lifelong ally that way.
I looked back at the girl.
"Feels safe to accept it."
"...Accept it?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
Honestly, I was curious what this contract would bring too.
Tension and hesitation mixed on the girl’s face.
Then, as if decided, she turned to me.
"How do I accept?"
"Just hit the accept button or think it sincerely."
The girl’s eyes shifted to space again.
And soon, the air changed.
Light slowly seeped from her body.
Faint glow at first, growing clearer, soft golden light spreading over her skin.
A gentle aura rippled like basking in sunlight.
The mystical sight nearly drew an exclamation from me.
'Whoa... fucking cool.'
But I held it in.
Whatever it was... visuals pass.
A few seconds later, the light faded, the glow around her vanishing.
"Feel any changes?"
At my question, she looked down at herself, glancing around.
"Hmm...".
She stretched her arms, flexed her hands a few times, then tilted her head.
"Not really."
"Open your status window then."
"Status window?"
Her eyes widened.
"Whoa! Something appeared!"
"Any skills there?"
"What’s a skill?"
...Ah, gotta teach her from basics like 'this is clicking'.
"Look for the word 'Skills' in the window."
"Skills... Skills...".
Her finger groped the air.
Clearly searching for 'Skills' somewhere.
"Found it!"
A bit excited now.
'Prophecy maybe? Future sight would be OP.'
Her gaze swept the air.
Then she spoke.
"Archery, Medicine...?"
"...?"
"Archery and Medicine!"
"That’s it?"
"Yes!"
Don’t answer so cheerfully about nothing special.
I’d hoped for something werewolf-like...
Damn, god-worthy power my ass?
My first companion, did we get scammed?
"And not sure what it means, but both have 'Passive' before them."
I frowned.
'No actives at all?'
The werewolf had 'Roar' as active I think. 'Mimicry' unclear.
So her abilities... healer plus ranged DPS?
Feels ambiguous.
"Can you heal me maybe?"
"Heal?"
"Treatment or recovery."
"But you’re a god, mister."
"...".
"...How do I do it?"
Right. Passives should just work?
"Think 'heal him' or 'want to use passive skill Medicine'."
"...".
Brief silence.
No healing sensation or vitality recovery.
"Ah! Seems I need materials to treat."
"Materials?"
"Drugs or surgical tools..."
...Hands-on healing?
A chuckle escaped.
Medicine skill means manual treatment in this game-like world? Chopper?
Party healers heal on-field instantly, but this? Stitch up mid-battle?
'Fuck, a god? Bunch of idiots.'
Scammers.
'Sigh... No. She’s positive, better than no ability.'
I sighed, pulled potions from inventory, spread on ground.
"No labels on what’s what, hard to tell."
But she wasn’t listening.
"Mister, are you a magician?"
"...What?"
"Make stuff appear from nothing again! So cool!"
"...Not magic."
"Then you really are a god?"
"...Actually not a god. Did you hear me? No labels on these."
Her eyes shone as she scanned the potions.
"This’ll do."
She started preparing something.
Drew clear liquid from vial into syringe with needle.
"...What’re you doing?"
"Prepping treatment."
I watched casually at first, unease growing.
Seemed skilled wiping for sterilization, tapping needle, but trustworthy?
Skill, so probably fine?
She’s using the skill, right?
Please. Don’t wanna be guinea pig.
"Give me your arm."
"...What?"
"Arm. Quick."
Feeling iffy, but extended arm anyway.
She grabbed firmly, aimed needle.
"...What’s that? You don’t even know what it is, just stab anything?"
"Feels safe."
"No, what is it? Tell me first..."
Poke.
"...Hey."
Fuck.
No time to stop, needle in my forearm.