The Owner of the Healing Therapy Shop Is Ranked 0th in the World - Chapter 105

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The Owner of the Healing Therapy Shop is World Rank 0

Chapter 105

I stared blankly at Sister and threw out a question.

“Sister… did you just use a skill?”

Nara smiled brightly and greeted me.

“Did you sleep well? A skill? Yes, of course I did. I wrapped layers and layers of blessings around you so that not even a ghost could come near you. So you could sleep soundly.”

Ah… my heart sank. It was real.

The yellow haze I had just seen and felt was the remnant of the [Saint’s Vigil] skill that Nara had cast for me.

‘It was real. I can see… mana with my eyes.’

While I was bewildered by why such a sudden change had occurred, Sister leaned close to my face.

“Yebichnna? What’s wrong? Didn’t you sleep well? Are you still drowsy from sleeping too deeply?”

Just as Sister was worriedly examining my pupils, Ean, who had been frantically typing at his laptop, screamed out.

“Oh! It’s cleared! They say customs is cleared!”

“What? Really?”

Sister sprang up like a spring and ran to Ean’s laptop.

I followed behind her in a daze.

A major breaking news article was displayed on the screen.

[Breaking News] League Emergency Announcement – “Precision quarantine for public safety completed, imported item materials expected to pass within 3 hours”

“Precision quarantine my ass…! They were just hiding the items to harass Yebichnna.”

Sister muttered her complaints irritably.

Ean also twisted his lips and scrolled down.

“Acting so generous, pretending to care so damn much, Jang Dohun.”

But as soon as I heard that news, I let out a sigh of relief first.

If it was three hours later, I could receive the materials and make the items in time to deliver them before entering Ilsan Gate.

“Thank goodness…”

“Yes, it is fortunate! But are you only thinking about making items as soon as you wake up? Go wash your face first and wake yourself up. It won’t be too late even if you eat first.”

Sister pushed my back.

Leaving behind the noisy sounds of the three people cursing Jang Dohun, I headed to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the sink, I was shocked as soon as I saw the mirror.

Even accounting for being swollen from sleeping deeply, my eyes were so puffy that my double eyelids had disappeared.

‘Did I cry continuously while sleeping?’

The moment I turned on cold water and splashed it on my face, fragmented memories flashed through my mind.

It was a dream I had last night, so vivid it was terrible.

In the dream, I was kneeling before someone, crying loudly.

Before a massive being of unknown identity with long flowing black hair, I was desperately pleading.

‘Please, give me back my power. I want to help people. I can’t just leave them all to die.’

Then that being silently showed me a vision.

In it, people were laughing and chatting happily, praising and worshipping me as a ‘saint.’

But my reflection in the mirror within the vision looked like a withered tree branch, about to die.

That being asked in a heavy voice.

「Even so… do you wish to help them?」

‘Yes, I don’t care. Please give me power.’

At my unhesitating answer, the being changed the vision again.

This time, people I cherished appeared – Senior Jinseong, Nara, Oppa Seondonguk, Ohyeongtaek, Ean, and others.

They were looking at me and shedding tears.

As soon as I saw those faces wet with pain, my chest ached as if being gouged with an awl.

「Even so… do you truly wish to help?」

With that question, I woke up from the dream.

“Ugh, what a strange dream.”

I shook my head vigorously.

I washed my face several times with cold water, washing away the unpleasant remnants of the dream.

After a quick wash, I sprayed mist on my face and headed straight to the workshop.

I planned to organize the chaotic workshop to welcome the materials that would arrive soon.

The moment I opened the workshop door, I gasped again.

The workshop was filled with ripples incomparably more vivid than what I had seen in front of my room earlier.

White smoke-like energies were clinging to each of my items, swaying gently.

“This is… my mana. Mine was white.”

As if entranced, I approached and picked up one of the items I had failed to craft last night.

And I discovered something amazing.

If the successful works I had completed before had mana flowing as stable as a lake without a breath of wind, the mana lingering in the failed works was torn, split, and tangled in a mess.

It was so strange that I could read all of this with my eyes.

‘Did it fail because the mana arrangement was wrong?’

The moment I held the failed work while muttering, a mysterious emotion bloomed in my chest.

My heart raced urgently, and my chest felt completely blocked.

When I put the item down as my breathing became labored, the emotion disappeared as if washed away.

“What is this…?”

Suspecting, I picked up another failed work.

This time, my nose stung and sorrow and anxiety that made me feel like tears would burst out any moment rushed over me.

“What is this… why is this happening?”

In my confusion, Mimi’s advice to ‘put your heart into it’ and what Nara had said last night flashed through my mind.

“You looked really happy when making items. But look at yourself now.”

At that moment, I realized.

‘I thought I was truly caring for them… but actually I was too scared. Scared that I might not be able to help, that someone might die because of my failure.’

That urgency and fear had mixed directly into my mana and ruined the arrangement.

Once I figured out the reason, my mind became infinitely calm.

I gathered the failed materials again. And I placed my hand on the parts where the mana was horribly tangled.

‘It’s okay. I can do this.’

As I comforted myself and activated my skill, the tangled mana smoothly unraveled and found its proper place like magic.

“It worked, it worked.”

It was a frustratingly perfect success.

Even when I continued casting the skill, there wasn’t a single failure.

I smiled brightly and opened the door while holding the completed items.

“Sister!”

But all three people were pacing in front of the door with worried faces as if they had made a promise.

“Yebichnna! So much mana was pouring out from inside that we thought something had happened! We thought you were going berserk or something…!”

At Nara’s fuss, I held up the items triumphantly.

“I succeeded! I think I know how to make them now!”

“Really?! Oh my! You lucky charm! You did it!”

Sister hugged me tightly and cheered.

Ean’s face also brightened dramatically.

He immediately took out his phone and made a call.

“Hyung! Items! The items are completed! Don’t enter the gate and wait just a little! Yeah, I’ll leave right away.”

The store began to buzz with activity.

Eran sat in front of her laptop saying she would prepare press materials, and Sister threw a helmet to Ean.

“Departure! Racing to Ilsan!”

Watching them move in perfect coordination, I felt proud and overwhelming emotions.

As I waved to Ean who disappeared riding Sister’s luxury motorcycle, I suddenly looked carefully at the K7s guarding in front of the store.

I could faintly see what I couldn’t see before.

Though not as clear as Nara’s mana, I could tell that mana flowing from around the solar plexus was lightly surrounding the doll’s body.

‘Purple…’

The mana surrounding the dolls was purple.

At first glance it looked like ordinary purple, but the feeling I got from it was unpleasant.

Completely opposite to Sister’s warm mana, the mana I felt from those things was somehow sticky and dirty, I suppose you could say.

‘I guess that means the mana of the K7 Creator is that murky.’

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