Chapter – 15
NameMuhaji (iuoxxx): Stop it, Zeon…
LeechHuman (desxxx): But still… even if someone asks to be hit, does it make sense to hit your teammate?
ㄴ What’sTheProblem (wowxxx): It’s just a novel. Don’t get too invested.
ㄴ YeahYeah (ytexxx): Why care in an apocalypse story lol
HereIAm (ottxxx): I can’t believe I’d have such a heartbreaking day as Wendy.
ㄴ OriginalRuined (troxxx): Right… what’s up with Wendy just blending in wherever?
OnlyFan (canxxx): Please give more screen time to Lyria.
ㄴ RoomCommandQueen (dowxxx): Then why don’t you write it yourself.
ㄴ Noah (ertxxx): Why are you picking a fight?
Owen (dowxxx): Kind of pitiful.
ㄴ BreadEat (mukxxx): Yeah… it feels something.
RedMurphy (bloxxx): I’m normally more of a badass, right? Considering what happened in the original, I should have suffered more than this.
ㄴ EarlGreyBubbleTea (errxxx): 2222222
ㄴ AnonymousLightNovelFan (qwexxx): 33333
[You have gained favor from 32 observers!]
[Total Favor: 44]
Reading through all the comments that had been flooding in since I started learning blunt sword techniques, I let out a sigh of relief.
‘Luckily, public opinion isn’t bad.’
Even readers who normally disliked me seemed to feel a bit sorry for me.
Apparently, the scenes in the novel where I get beaten are written to make me look pitiful.
Honestly, it hurts like hell.
No matter how many blankets I wrapped myself in or leaves I stuffed inside,
it’s impossible to stay unharmed after being hit multiple times squarely by a fully grown man.
I lightly touched myself and it felt like I had some bruises…
But a bruise is nothing—I could just give an excuse to Yerriel and get treated.
Or use a healing potion—easy solution.
The important thing was money!
Nothing beats money.
‘Favor at 44!’
If I had known, I might have made myself look even more pitiful when getting beaten.
Thinking back, I might have even enjoyed a little bit when I flew through the air… whatever.
It’s in the past. Now I just need to think about what to spend it on.
‘What would make people say I bought well?’
A random loot box that makes my gambler’s heart beat faster?
Or maybe just buy some ramen and show them the spicy taste of a Korean.
I’m also curious how ramen is categorized here.
“Ah, right, Zeon. Don’t you want anything?”
I remembered I should also give something to Zeon, who helped me learn my skills.
What would be appropriate?
“No need.”
He answered coldly, probably feeling he had already been repaid, and I let out a sigh.
Such a hedgehog, really.
“Come on~ Just pick something.”
I felt I had to give him something to feel at ease.
Affection tends to grow through small gifts exchanged.
It wouldn’t hurt to build some goodwill, especially since I’ll need his help for skills in the future.
“Hmm? You must want something too~ Let’s see what’s on your list…”
I approached him with a salesperson’s smile—the modern essential.
‘Thunk!’
A heavy thud.
“Huh?”
Zeon’s large hand roughly shoved me aside.
Followed immediately by the metallic sound of impact.
“Your skills are impressive.”
Zeon was already holding his sword and deflecting a pitch-black arrow flying at us from the darkness.
Then a terrifying killing intent swept across the quiet field.
“Who’s there?”
The air thickened with Zeon’s presence, chilling me to the bone.
‘An ambush?’
My heart pounded wildly.
I was already exhausted from rolling around, almost at zero combat power, and Zeon, though not showing it, was also weary from carefully controlling his technique to avoid hurting me.
But why? Who would do this?
All we had was this ragged blanket fluttering in the wind!
At this early stage, they’d lose more than they’d gain attacking another party…
‘Why do something like this?’
“Thought I sensed someone watching, maybe it was just a wild animal coming to gawk.”
Zeon, perfectly countering the surprise attack despite the unstable stance, pointed his sword toward the darkness.
“What’s going on?”
Footsteps drew closer, answering Zeon’s question.
The longer it went on, the heavier the killing intent became, my back soaked in cold sweat.
I swallowed hard without realizing it.
“Answer me.”
And when the culprit who attacked us stepped into the moonlight…
“Eden?”
I blinked, dumbfounded.
“Wendy, stay away from that guy.”
One hand held a darkly forged bow, and one eye glowed with a purple, ominous flame.
Eden stepped out of the shadows, radiating deadly intent.
“I’ll take care of the trash who enjoys hitting people.”
His appearance made it clear that he had misunderstood the situation completely.
“Did you enjoy it? Hitting a weak person?”
As Eden strode toward Zeon, Zeon briefly frowned and looked at me.
“I should have refused from the start.”
Zeon’s face said this was quite annoying, being dragged into trouble.
I stepped forward with a guilty expression.
“It’s not like that, Eden. Calm down first and put out the fire in your eyes. You’ll get blood flying again.”
“Why are you defending that guy?”
Even as I approached, Eden didn’t calm down and continued growling.
‘He doesn’t seem like he’ll calm down.’
I sighed deeply.
“Look, I asked Zeon first. I asked him to hit me. That way I could…”
‘Learn Zeon’s skills!’
Just as I tried to explain the main point…
“R-Really…?”
A familiar voice sounded behind Eden along with something dropping.
“…Lyria?”
Lyria and Yerriel came running out, holding clubs, attracted by the commotion.
“When did you guys…? No, that’s not important now.”
Dropping the clubs awkwardly, Lyria looked shocked.
“Our sister has… that kind of taste?”
And Yerriel’s worried gaze made my head throb.
“Wendy, personal tastes should be respected, but as a doctor, I can’t allow this…”
Yerriel’s words made my brain nearly stop working.
‘Haha.’
How am I supposed to explain this now?
“If you really want, I, as a doctor, can control it so no one gets hurt…”
Yerriel, that’s not it.
What is everyone misunderstanding?!
“Don’t misunderstand.”
Zeon, who had been standing behind me with one leg bent, stepped in front.
“It’s not like that.”
He put the sword back in its sheath and spoke casually.
‘What the heck?’
Well, he’s part of the incident, so he should help clear things up.
“The hitting techniques aren’t weak; I just didn’t let her get hurt.”
What a madman!
“If I hit well, and she said it was fine.”
Yes, I was fine with it, and he hit well.
But seriously, skipping the process like that is way too much!
