Chapter 72: Magic Power Runaway Disorder

Although feeling somewhat perplexed, now wasn’t the best time to delve into the principles of potion making.

On one hand, she needed to heal these poisoned alien girls quickly and hurry to meet Mona. On the other hand, what those Ghost Thieves captives said was indeed correct—the magic power runaway phenomenon in this winged girl was getting worse. If the magic core completely went out of control, she would essentially be done for in the future.

All winged people are born with varying amounts of magic power, but they lack a magic core. Instead, they store and coordinate their internal magic through two wings, much like how the heart does for blood.

Typically, the wings of winged people are quite durable, serving as a form of adaptive protection and evolution.

Other magic-possessing creatures share a similar trait; damage to this crucial area is very hard to heal.

Even if the situation reached a critical point, Vilyric believed she could still handle it, but her healing prowess shouldn’t be measured by ordinary standards.

After all, even high-level priests or healers in this world wouldn’t be able to slice off a wing and make the person regenerate a matching one immediately. Resurrection magic only exists as a legendary miracle.

After pondering for a moment, the Priestess extended a delicate, jade-like finger and gently placed it on the tightly-closed lips of the blue-winged girl, infusing her body with a golden divine rain.

Vilyric had no experience treating the “magic power runaway” symptoms, as such a concept never appeared in the game. Ultimately, describing it in gaming terms, it should be some sort of abnormal status related to MP.

For now, she’d try using magic to dispel the abnormal effect and think of another plan if that didn’t work.

Soon, the girl’s skin began to emit a faint golden glow. After waiting a few seconds, Vilyric used “Information Detection” to check on the patient’s slightly improved complexion.

Hmm…

It was going about as expected; “Divine Rain” is after all a level 7 Holy Light magic. While it wouldn’t guarantee the elimination of all abnormal statuses, it could indeed solve the issue of this level of magic runaway.

That meant, in essence, it was indeed a negative effect.

This should be fine now. It went rather smoothly.

The symptoms of magic runaway had been effectively contained; they just needed to wait until her body fully absorbed the effects of the divine rain and rested for a while, and she should return to her original state.

While it wouldn’t be impossible to make this girl recover quickly, it wasn’t necessary. This degree was most suitable for the current situation.

Standing up, she explained the situation to the girl with bangs in a more understandable way, ensuring she stayed for further observation, then moved to the next unconscious alien girl.

This one had strange long hair mixed with blue and white, some fish-scaled markings, and tear-shaped patterns at the corners of her eyes. Vilyric had seen beings with similar traits among the magical beast girls in the cave where she’d encountered Walter and others.

This was a widely distributed race in the world, the Merman.

They are a peculiar, intelligent race that can live in water and freely move on land. Their land form resembles humans, but in water, their legs turn into merman tails, and their scales become denser—quite fascinating.

The individuals with tear-shaped patterns, if she remembered correctly, are called Bright Mermen, a leadership lineage among the mermen, akin to the Moonshadow Magical Wolves among magical wolves. Those tear marks seemed to symbolize their bloodline status.

This little Bright Merman appeared quite young, looking roughly like a 15 or 16-year-old girl by human standards, and she had three pairs of tear marks under her eyes. While Vilyric didn’t know much, she understood that her status within the clan must be quite significant.

After all, the magical beast girls she had previously seen included Bright Merman girls, but they only had one pair of tear marks.

The Ghost Thieves certainly dared to steal anything.

Thinking this in her heart, Vilyric activated “Information Detection” again.

Hmm, the situation was similar; the magic power had completely runaway.

Following the skill’s indications, the Priestess hesitated for a moment, then lifted the thin fabric, placing her hand on the exposed, smooth abdomen of the Bright Merman girl and pressed gently.

Most magic-possessing magical beasts give rise to something akin to magic cores, and the mermen do as well. However, their magic cores aren’t typically stored in the brain or heart; instead, they reside in the abdomen, or rather, in an organ associated with childbirth.

This phenomenon seems related to some special habits of the mermen, but setting that aside, their magic cores are smoother, brighter, and rounder, referred to as Merman Pearls, with Bright Mermen being the finest, even shining brightly in the dark—making them quite a precious item on the black market.

The name Bright Merman derives from this.

This Bright Merman girl’s condition was much worse than that of the previous winged girl; her Merman Pearl had completely shattered due to the intense magic runaway. It seemed the more magic power an individual had, the faster deterioration occurred under the influence of that potion.

In this case, simply using “Divine Rain” to dispel the abnormal status probably wouldn’t be enough to save her anymore.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Vilyric placed her palm on the Merman girl’s abdomen, emitting a faint golden glow. That glow gradually flowed into her abdomen, and through the Priestess’s fine control, the shattered remnants of the Merman Pearl slowly began to reassemble.

The Soul Power represented by SP truly is astonishing; the more it gets developed, the more Vilyric feels it. Just like now, she could actually restore the Merman Pearl from a distance—like acting as glue in this unbelievable situation.

Meanwhile, the Priestess’s other hand also reached towards the lips of the Bright Merman girl, transferring the divine rain created from her skill to quell the turbulent magic within her.

Reattaching a shattered Merman Pearl that hadn’t fully detached; if other knowledgeable individuals were to see it, they’d probably be utterly shocked. Given the peculiar nature of the mermen’s bodies, this task’s difficulty is on par with performing open cranial surgery to remove a tumor and then seamlessly stitching it back together.

If Vilyric hadn’t intervened, this girl would have been almost certain to die. Even if by some miracle she survived, her time would have been short.

After about a minute of meticulous reassembly, the fragments floating within the Merman girl’s abdomen finally transformed back into a rounded and plump pearl, beginning to emanate stable magic power.

Keeping a close watch on the situation using her detection skill, the Priestess finally withdrew her hand from the girl’s smooth abdomen, letting out a breath, wiping away nonexistent sweat from her forehead. She gazed at the gradually calming sleeping face of the girl, paused for a moment, then furrowed her brows.

“This won’t do. It took so long to treat just two. If I have to handle all three hundred-plus, won’t I be at it until dawn?

Healing is just a side job; her main goal is still to pursue the remaining Ghost Thieves with the “Source of Magic.” Leaving Mona behind, Vilyric still felt uneasy.

Tiyelu had warned her about the intense danger of the Source of Magic, and the other disaster Mona mentioned also made the Priestess unable to disregard it.

“……”

The black-haired girl slowly stood up but didn’t immediately move to treat the next patient. Instead, she glanced at the girl with bangs and those ten-odd Ghost Thieves captives, who had been knocked unconscious and tightly bound with special ropes.

“You take them outside for now. It might take some extreme measures here… Oh, and remember not to tell anyone about my healing assistance inside for the time being.”

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