Chapter 229 Fully Recovered
Lyrian was taken aback by this sudden realization. "Are you saying all shadows have their own consciences or something?" He asked Gear.
[No. However, yours does. This is due to the motives of The Creation System.]
"Huh... I guess you did grant me this skill after all. If I were to ask you what those motives were, you wouldn't tell me, would you?" Lyrian asked, already knowledgeable about the answer to his question.
[Indeed, I would not.]
"Tsk... as I thought."
[My sole motive is to aid you in your ultimate goal. What I do in order to let you achieve that does not need to be disclosed.]
Lyrian let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, whatever." As soon as he said this, Lyrian suddenly began to feel a bit woozy. He instantly recognized the feeling; it was the feeling of passing out.
"This... again?" These were his last words before he was knocked out cold. When he woke up, he was in the infirmary of the academy.
It looked like any old medical center. Light-orange curtains surrounded him on all sides, and he was laid out on a stretcher.
He tried to sit up, thinking his body had returned to normal, but suddenly felt much more sluggish than when he was in Purgatory. "Huh? What's this?" He slowly pushed himself to a seated position.
His body ached all over as if he had done a gruesome workout after a long while and woke up the next day feeling tired as all hell. Even tightening his fingers felt difficult to do.
That's when the frontal curtains suddenly slid open, and a young nurse stepped inside the square room. She held a clipboard in her hand, pressing it firmly against her chest as she spoke.
"Lyrian... you're awake! How are you feeling?" She said in a chirpy tone before quickly inquiring a question.
"I feel fine," Lyrian replied, seeing no real problem with his current condition. He looked to the side, 'I'll just chug a few health elixirs, and I should be good to go.' He thought inwardly.
"Are you sure?" The young nurse insisted, her expression quite concerned as she walked closer. "You were in a critical state for a moment. Due to the immense force of the 5th level of the Ancient Library, your meridians had been severely damaged, and your core was also getting fried."
She spoke in a very worried tone as if talking about someone who had already died or something. This threw Lyrian off slightly.
"Well... I'm fine now, right? What's the big deal?" He said, not seeing a very big problem in the whole situation.
"That's the thing... we don't know how you recovered so quickly." She turned the clipboard that she had in her hands around and presented it to Lyrian, "Take a look... most meridians in these conditions should never be able to heal, let alone fully recover as yours did."
Lyrian's eyes opened slightly wider in surprise as he glanced at the image on the clipboard. It was a black-and-white picture of what looked like lines traveling through one of his arms. They were cracked, as though a series of spider webs had laid on top of them. Along with that, they were shriveled up and looked to be in horrible condition.
Lyrian quickly felt his arm, checking if it was still that bad. Apart from the little soreness he felt, there wasn't anything to suggest that he had ever been in such a bad state.
"What you did... it was very foolish. I understand that you crave power, but to risk your life for it is not the right thing to do." The nurse spoke in a tone of genuine concern for the boy. She seemed to get slightly emotional as she spoke.
"Right..." Lyrian said, not wanting to say any more than just that.
"You are free to go at any moment, Lyrian. Please, make sure I don't see you again in here." The nurse said, sliding the curtains shut on Lyrian's room as she left.
'Hmm... I wonder how I healed like that...' He mused for a few seconds before getting up. As soon as he stood on his feet, he looked down and noticed that he still didn't have a shadow.
'Damn... I guess it was real and not just a dream.' He thought to himself, quickly poking his head out of the curtains and looking left and right to see if anyone was nearby.
'It will look really weird if I don't have a shadow. I guess I have no choice but to do this...' He said to himself, enhancing his feet slightly. This alone was enough to light up the floor around him, erasing all places for his shadow to potentially exist.
The light brightness distortion would still make a shadow in normal instances, and Lyrian knew this, but he hoped that this would be enough to pass as a good enough excuse so that he wasn't suspected of being some sort of ghost...
On any other day, he would not have cared so much about being spotted with having no shadow, as he could just stay in his room the entire time. But this day, he knew that he had to attend the Entrance Ceremony Banquet.
Speaking of which, he had to get ready for it. He left the infirmary and followed the directions on his bracelet back to his room. As he walked through the halls with his colorful feet, he got a few odd glances, but he knew he had no choice but to deal with it for now.
On reaching his room, Lyrian immediately took out a small health potion and drank it whole. In moments, his body felt a rejuvenated sensation of comforting warmth spread all around. Before he knew it, he felt far better than before.
His sore muscles had healed almost instantly, and all bones and tendons that were aching before felt no different than brand new. With this out of the way, he looked at the time on his bracelet.
"It's 1 PM... The banquet is in an hour, so I'd better get ready now. But then again..." He said, walking over to his table, he took out his cultivation technique scroll and placed it down on the tabletop.
How could he resist... all of his hard work was for this one item.
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