The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player
Chapter 66: The Mercenary King's Favor (2)

Amid the dominant sense of doom, Ryu Min squeezed himself into the desolate atmosphere of Jo Yong-ho’s group.

“Hey…”

“…?”

“Looks like you need help. Can I take a look?”

Ryu Min’s sudden appearance prompted question marks on the faces of Jo Yong-ho’s group.

He seemed like he was trying to offer assistance, but given the dire circumstances, negative thoughts were the only ones that came to mind.

“Is there even a way to save him…?”

“Yes.”

Responding to Ryu Min’s composed words, Jo Yong-ho stepped back with a straw-clutching resolve.

Ryu Min approached Choi Mangi closely and inspected his injuries.

“The wounds are quite severe.”

“…”

“But they’re not beyond healing.”

Mumbling incomprehensible words, Ryu Min placed his hand on the injured area.

‘What’s he up to?’

At that moment, when the group was puzzled by Ryu Min’s sudden actions, something unexpected occurred.

A green light emanated from Ryu Min’s palm.

Its radiance exuded a comforting warmth.

“Black Scythe, what are you…”

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Jo Yong-ho, who had been about to ask, began doubting his own eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t that nothing was happening; rather, an unbelievable event was unfolding before them.

The blood that had been sluggishly flowing started to clot, and the wound began to close on its own.

“Huh?!”

“T-The wound!”

Everyone present stared in astonishment, their mouths agape.

Even Choi Mangi, the most concerned, couldn’t utter a word as he looked at his own wound.

Or rather, he looked at the spot where the wound had been.

“T-The wound… it’s gone?”

And it wasn’t just the wound.

The pain had disappeared as well.

“Black Scythe. How on earth…”

“Yeah.”

In response to Jo Yong-ho’s baffled question, Ryu Min’s composed reply led Jo Yong-ho to step aside, clutching at any straw of hope.

The exceptional healing prowess left the party in awe, though the truth was, the skill wasn’t quite as simple as it seemed.

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But here’s the twist – Ryu Min seemed to almost effortlessly heal the shoulder, pushing beyond the skill’s limits.

How was that even possible?

It all boiled down to the influence of intelligence on healing – the intelligence stat being the driving force here.

“With my current boosted intelligence of 123, combined with the Rune’s 32% skill boost, fixing a shoulder shouldn’t be a tall order.”

First aid was at its core a skill from the common category. However, with the Rune’s enhancement, its effects were magnified, leading to this impressive outcome.

“Try moving your shoulder. Scars might linger on you, but your movements shouldn’t be hindered.”

Choi Mangi rotated his shoulder, almost like verifying Ryu Min’s claim.

His expression shifted from disbelief to pure delight in the blink of an eye.

“I—it’s moving normally!”

“But that doesn’t mean it’s completely healed. Remember, this is an emergency treatment; if you push too hard, the wound could reopen. Still, it shouldn’t hinder your hunting activities.”

“Ah… Thank you so much. Black Scythe, you’re my savior! Thank you, truly!”

Choi Mangi, now on his feet, bowed deeply and repeatedly, his gratitude evident.

The rest of the group shared the sentiment, and Jo Yong-ho’s gaze was particularly striking.

“The more I observe, the more amazed I am.”

Their expressions mirrored both awe and deep respect, an acknowledgment of the magnitude of Ryu Min’s help.

“Black Scythe, thank you for healing Mangi.”

“I’m grateful as well.”

“Thank you for saving our comrade.”

As Jo Yong-ho bowed his head, the others followed suit, their foreheads lowered as a mark of gratitude towards Ryu Min.

“While this might not have immense utility, please accept it. It’s my way of saying thank you.”

Jo Yong-ho was the first to retrieve an item from his inventory.

It was a low-grade red mana stone.

Other members also eagerly offered items – some mana stones, while others proffered equipment, they were originally hoping to secure some gold by selling them.

“No need to go to this extent.”

“No, it’s a symbol of gratitude. Please, accept it.”

Despite any attempt to decline, the items were placed into his hands, though it was done with a polite refusal in mind.

‘Even if they’re just ordinary items, gathering them from five people adds up to quite a bounty.’

Yet, beyond these items, there was an even greater gain to be had.

“Thanks to Black Scythe, our friend now has hope for survival. Separate from the token we’ve just given you, I promise to repay this debt someday.”

In an intriguing twist, he had not only accrued a debt from the Mercenary King but also gained his favor.

‘Considering I needed to learn a common skill anyway, this is quite a significant gain.’

Looking forward, when the strength of the Mercenary King was inevitably needed, this episode would surely carry significant weight.

“Well then, until we meet again.”

“Take care!”

As Ryu Min turned, the Mercenary King and his group uniformly bowed their heads, a collective sign of respect.

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