Healing After Sweeping Spirits with an Almighty Skill - Chapter 30

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Episode 30
Episode 30. Raining Items
On a beautiful day when birds sang and flowers bloomed, the Government released supplies to each guild according to contract.
And so several guilds began distributing to their Hunters beneath them—chaos had broken loose.
“Get out of the way! It’s mine! It’s mine, I’m telling you!”
“I was born for this day alone!”
“My precious!”
This was Matap, a guild where Korea’s most personality-fractured Hunters gathered.
Most of them had broken personalities because of resentment and self-deprecation at being abandoned for being Mages, and because of rage and curses toward those who’d betrayed them.
So it was only natural they’d lose their minds at a Level Up Event like today.
“It’s mine! It’s mine, I’m telling you!”
“You crazy bastard! It’s only one Mana Stone per person!”
“Screw off! Anyone weaker than me, get your hands off the Mana Stones!”
“Fine, then let’s throw down today, you Earth Mage scum!”
But among them was one person whose personality had fractured for a purely different reason—genuine, unadorned personality disorder.
“These Earth Mages are already hyped. So when are they handing out the Mana Water?”
“The Guild Master went into the warehouse a moment ago. She said she’d divvy it out at 500 milliliters per person.”
“But the warehouse door is locked?”
…….
…….
“Smash that warehouse door down. Now.”
She was Bulldog, the Guild Master—a personality-disorder case who’d trained in Poison Magic among water techniques, having transcended mere character flaws into genuine pathology.
“Kee-hee-hee!”
Inside the warehouse, which she’d already half-melted so the walls and door fused into one, Bulldog alone was consuming a full 20 liters of Mana Water.
Poison Magic (A) LV. 6
┼ Available Spells
┼ Level 7 Growth Conditions (3/4)
└ Poison Magic Execution (60,000/60,000)
└ Kills via Poison Magic (6,000/6,000)
└ Swamp Swimming (600 hours/600 hours)
└ Water Mana Absorption (45 liters/60 liters)
The growth conditions filled quickly.
If she alone consumed all the Mana Water before her, her power would grow stronger still.
“Kee-hee-hee! Korea’s second Level 7 Mage—that’s me! Ke-hehe-heh!”
The guild members screaming outside? Beyond her interest.
From the start, she had no interest in the position of Guild Master, nor in leading others. She’d taken the title only because she thought sitting in a high place would let her hoard growth materials better than anyone else.
The sense of fullness from drawing in Mana. The intoxication of the summit she’d dreamed of now within reach. In that crucible of emotion, a face surfaced in her memory.
The face of that fated man who’d appeared in exactly the right place at the right time, letting her level up.
“Jung Ryong…!”
With him, becoming the world’s greatest Arch Mage wasn’t a dream.
* * *
Yeongeumseong, Korea’s largest alchemist guild.
Geum Ji-sung, its Guild Master, stared down at the potion in his hands with disbelief.
Recovery Potion
S-Rank Consumable Item
The finest recovery potion, created when superior-quality herbs meet a craftsman’s skill.
A single sip restores most injuries; draining an entire bottle even revives one at death’s door.
“S-Rank?”
Geum Ji-sung, universally acknowledged as Korea’s greatest alchemist. Yet even he’d never crafted an S-Rank potion before.
The only S-Rank potion maker reported to the global alchemist academies was Greece’s “Alchemist.”
No matter his skill, the highest quality Recovery Potion Geum Ji-sung could produce was A-Rank. Even that had been classified as the nation’s finest potion until now.
Until a champion appeared at a potion-making competition his guild had recently held.
“That old man was right.”
Materials.
In potion-making, materials mattered above all else.
Geum Ji-sung turned his eyes to the recovery herbs piled inside the warehouse—herbs from the Spirit Special Zone that had come through the Government contract.
‘No wonder they looked different from the start.’
The herbs from the Spirit Special Zone and those from the Wasteland seemed to be entirely different species.
The root length, leaf size, and even a sacred fragrance that seemed to come from three different kinds—everything differed.
The herbs grown wedged in the rocky crevices of the Wasteland caves were rendered obsolete instantly, overwhelmed by sheer dominance.
‘An S-rank potion.’
The kind of thing that made you lose all sense of what price to ask for, if you were actually selling it for money. Geum Ji-sung let out a small sigh as he stared at it.
“Thank goodness, truly.”
The moment the Spirit Special Zone broadcast went public. The moment Jung Ryong’s Herb Field was revealed. The first thought that had crossed the mind of Yeongeumseong’s Guild Master was this.
‘If we don’t get our hands on that Herb Field, we’re finished.’
What would have happened if Jung Ryong had joined hands with a different guild instead? If another guild had acquired a semi-permanent source of herbs?
Whichever guild it was, they would certainly have launched aggressive head-hunting campaigns against the alchemists belonging to Yeongeumseong.
For alchemists, potion-making using herbs was critical work tied not only to income but directly to the growth of their skills—so Yeongeumseong would have lost its core personnel in an instant and crumbled gradually away.
“Thank goodness Jung Ryong chose to work with the Government instead.”
Had Jung Ryong perhaps considered his position and Yeongeumseong’s circumstances?
No, that couldn’t be it. The two of them had never spoken once.
But this much he could be certain of.
“He moved to consider as many people as possible, aware of how much influence he holds.”
Otherwise, there would have been no reason to work with the Government rather than a guild.
Jung Ryong—that man was surely just as good and noble as the spirits themselves.
‘Perhaps it’s because he is so selfless that he obtained such a brilliant skill.’
Geum Ji-sung smiled quietly and turned his gaze toward the window. Though the bitter wind of the Wasteland obscured everything from view, his heart was fixed on the Spirit Special Zone.
“Jung Ryong. I shall always be grateful for your dedication.”
Geum Ji-sung swore it in his heart.
He and his guild would remain the greatest ally of the Spirit Special Zone, forever.
* * *
Supervisor Noum’s craftsmanship was excellent.
‘Indeed, Noum has To Ho-gi’s trust.’
I marveled at the sharply honed sickle before me. Though I’d lived a life with nothing to do with farming, I could tell at a glance this was a superbly crafted tool.
The blade gleamed with a bluish sheen—it looked as though it could slice through a monster’s thick hide in one stroke.
“Hm?”
As I turned the finished sickle over in my hands, I noticed a stamp burned into the handle. It read ‘Noum Forge’ in clumsy lettering.
“What’s this? Your trademark?”
[Yep.]
[Yep.]
To Ho-gi and Supervisor Noum puffed out their chests proudly.
“Heh heh heh.”
Pleased by their initiative, I reached over and patted the Gnomes on their heads. They worked diligently without being asked, filled with pride in their work—there was no reason not to praise them.
The bench was also finished beautifully. Following the blueprint I’d found, it was the sort of park bench you’d see anywhere—a metal frame with a wooden seat.
‘They even added a small seat for the spirits.’
The bench bore a stamp reading ‘Noum Workshop’.
The forge stamp and workshop stamp—I couldn’t say what distinction the Gnomes were making, but clearly they’d stamped each piece with a different mark out of meticulous attention to detail.
“Perfect. Excellent work.”
[Yay!]
At my words, the Gnomes bounced up and gave each other high-fives. They looked like factory workers who’d just passed inspection.
“All right. Shall we get building right away?”
Available Construction List
┼ Herb Field LV. 3
└ Materials: Sickle (1/1)
└ Materials: Fertilizer (10kg/10kg)
└ Materials: Rare Plant (1/1)
┼ Square LV. 1
└ Materials: Stone (10kg/10kg)
└ Materials: Bench (1/1)
└ Materials: Clock (1/1)
Construction of Herb Field LV. 3 has begun.
Construction of Square LV. 1 has begun.
I placed the Square at the point where the four districts of Spirit Fortress converged—in other words, at the very heart of Spirit Fortress.
Shortly after, construction of both buildings was complete.
Construction of Square LV. 1 has been completed.
Materials crafted from the facilities of the Spirit Special Zone were used in the construction of Square LV. 1.
Construction of Square LV. 1 is being enhanced.
Construction of Square LV. 2 has been completed.
With the good news that my DIY had succeeded, I went first to examine the Square. Built at the heart of Spirit Fortress, the Square was exactly what its name suggested—a hub for gathering.
White bricks paved the ground, and benches were arranged in a circle. At the very center stood a tall clock tower. The clock Jung Jin had bought from the Borough had transformed into this tower of stone and brass.
‘Jung Jin had definitely brought home just a small tabletop clock.’
Perhaps it was thanks to the Enhanced Construction.
[Wow, it’s beautiful!]
[I think I saw this in a movie!]
The Spirits were delighted. The Sylphs circled around the clock tower, spinning in endless loops, while the Undines waddled through the Square, marveling at everything.
[Oh.]
[Oh my.]
The Gnomes were examining the Bench that had been made in the workshop. One Gnome wearing a hard hat marked “Director” stood atop the Bench, explaining something with fervent gestures.
‘Why is it still wearing that outside?’
I opened the Skill window, feeling oddly self-conscious.
Square Level 2
The happiness of Spirits increases slightly.
The description was concise, but the effect was undeniable.
In any case, even without the bonus, the Square would always be a useful structure.
‘Good. Next is the Herb Field.’
Level 3 Herb Field construction is complete.
Unfortunately, the Herb Field had not undergone Enhanced Construction. I suspected it was because the sickle was too small and trivial an object.
Nearly all the buildings that had succeeded in Enhanced Construction were ones where I’d directly crafted massive items like workshops or Benches.
‘Good. That’s another rule about my Skill I’ve figured out.’
Thinking positively, I surveyed the Herb Field now that it had reached level three.
In the expanded field, a new structure had been installed—something resembling a wooden notice board, from which various farming tools hung: a sickle, a dibble, and the like.
‘The Spirits don’t need these implements. Surely it’s not asking me to do the work myself.’
I drew out the sickle and gripped it in my hand. It was the very one the Gnomes had made.
“Hmm.”
It had been a long time since I’d held an edged blade meant for anything other than cooking. The thought stirred something—a sudden curiosity.
‘Could I fire Mana through the blade?’
In martial stories, there exists a technique called Blade Aura.
It’s a method of gathering sword energy on the blade and releasing it—and among Hunters, there are those who employ similar attacks.
I drew my Mana up slowly, then tried to concentrate it on the blade’s edge.
Squelch.
With a sensation like something tugging at me, my Mana was instantly sucked away. It flowed toward the Herb Field.
“What?”
Like liquid drawn through a straw, my Mana vanished into the Herb Field in an instant. The field shuddered as if belching, and then—
Sproing.
A single leaf erupted from the Herb Field’s edge.
It was a plant whose very form differed fundamentally from Recovery Herbs or Mana Herbs.
“Wait. That couldn’t be—”
It was. A Mandrake leaf.
“Everyone, run!”
A monster had grown within the Spirit Fortress.

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