Chapter 215 – 215. The Fountain of Wisdom Without Mimir

While fleeing, Michael’s group escaped from the Crimson Zone and finally reached the ruins of Maw.

Michael felt a little bit out of breath when he got out of the filthy, disgusting flesh-walled space and into a space full of hollow ceilings and massive pillars.

“Ha ha.. Ha.. Did you bully me..?”

“There is no sign of anything nearby. It looks like you got away safely.”

“Ha… That’s very fortunate. Let’s all catch our breath for a moment.”

At Dan-tae’s confident words, Michael gasped for breath and leaned against a pillar in the ruins.

My clothes were soaked with sweat and my legs were shaking, probably because I had been running nonstop until here.

The moment he was caught, he realized that he would never die gracefully, so he had no choice but to run as fast as he could to escape his pursuit.

At that time, beast hunter Killian, who was searching through the bag, called out to Michael with a look of embarrassment.

“Hey, Michael.”

“Yes?”

“They ran out of ingredients. I can’t set traps anymore.”

“Is that so. Ha ha… Damn it.”

At least, the beast hunter escaped and set dozens of traps, so he was barely able to escape the pursuit…

When Killian said that he could no longer make traps because all the materials were gone, Michael felt a little desperate. If he caught up again, it seemed certain that someone would have to be sacrificed.

Just as the dragon blood knight Aran was sacrificed and barely escaped from a desperate crisis, it was clear that someone would have to remain in the next crisis to give the party time to escape. Michael could only sigh when he thought that maybe he could be himself.

If Michael hadn’t abandoned Aran, they might all have been captured. At least they were able to create a gap to widen the distance because Aran took all of Cheshire’s gatling and dragged the time.

Of course, Aran didn’t get hit all of Cheshire’s attacks voluntarily, but anyway, in the end, Aran stopped the enemies for a while, so Michael thanked Aran in his heart.

‘Dirty noisy lizard kid.. It was helpful in the end.. Thank you..’

Michael, who briefly wished Aran’s soul, looked around at his party and said,

“Reorganize here… Let’s go again. And Caesar.. Is he still alive?”

“Ugh… Of course. Do you want to die from a wound like this?”

Her bleeding wounds were barely contained by Anna’s healing arts as she fled, but she was so busy running away that she hadn’t fully attached her arms yet.

“I’m glad you seem to be fine. I thought the old man had passed away because he didn’t say anything.”

“Huh.. I’m not the type of person who will die with a knife like this.”

“Then Anna, since there is a gap for a while, attach his arm.”

“Okay.. I was thinking of doing that anyway… Caesar… Wait a minute… Because my magic power wasn’t enough…”

Alex and Roy set Caesar down on a reasonably flat surface.

Anna drew a potion from her bosom that shimmered in a faint green color.

“It will sting a little. Caesar.”

“Are you okay. Take it slow… I’m still fine.”

Anna sprinkled holy water on the cross section of Caesar’s severed arm. Then, bubbles formed and all the foreign substances and germs on her wound were cleansed.

Since there was not enough mana to purify the gastric juices and impure blood from the flesh wall and even heal the body defects, the purification skill was replaced with an item.

The saintess’ healing technique was in some ways ahead of Jo Jun’s rising flesh, but her mana consumption was extreme.

Unlike Jo Joon’s rising flesh, which restrained her magic consumption at the cost of the target’s pain, the saintess’ healing technique was infinitely merciful to the target.

Likewise, all healing techniques that did not involve pain consumed much higher magical power than Aim’s flesh filling.

“The Lord looks down and sees. Grace surrounds you.”

After disinfecting her, she reached out and used her skill. Soon she began to reattach Caesar’s arm, which had been severed, with bluish light emanating from her hand. Caesar let out a sigh as he slowly felt her arm return.

“Whoa… Damned bastards…”

Caesar looked indignantly at her arms clinging to her again.

Even though she was tricked by a cultist’s servant and played with her phantasmagoria, she was not enough and even her limbs were cut, so she wanted to die in shame.

“Caesar. How is her arm?”

“It’s better than before it was cut.”

Michael nodded her head as he looked at Caesar, who seemed alright. Then I looked at the faces of those who were resting. Then he glanced at Nicholas.

‘Nicholas…’

He was sitting in one corner of him with his head down in a daze.

Before he lost his memory, he was definitely a man with a stronger will than anyone else, but now he’s just a lethargic idiot.

I felt as if I had changed as a human being. Michael couldn’t figure out if it was because he simply lost his memory, or if his personality had changed because he had changed gender, like a cat that had been neutered and depressed.

This is because even with his insight, he was unable to grasp all of the inner psychological state of human beings.

‘If the memories come back… If it’s still like that…’

Michael was afraid that all his current efforts would go to waste. Even when he was able to draw the holy sword, he had to seriously consider killing Nick in that state.

‘The problem is… The luck of being 777…’

That’s the biggest problem.

Nicholas is the only human in the world who has the ridiculous luck of 777.

If Cho Joon was a human who artificially had 666 luck due to a foul committed by Botamilli, the god of the void, then Nicholas was a human born with great luck by nature.

In a word, from the moment he was born, he was already extremely lucky.

In the first place, the fact that he was able to become a savior and a favored Savior of the pantheon was due to his innate luck, and nothing else. The good gods had no interest in his personality or talent. He just chose him because he had a lot of luck from the beginning, without having to spend the causal rate.

But if Nicholas is judged to be unable to regenerate and has to pick up a new Savior…

‘It would be impossible to find an existence with that kind of luck.. So it would have to be created artificially.. To do so, a ridiculous causal rate would be consumed..’

From a long-term perspective, it leads to the weakening of the pantheon. If it was severe, it could fall to a level similar to Manmajeon.

However, in spite of this, the current good gods judged that it might be better to kill Nicholas.

If that happens, there is a high possibility that the chicken race will start without a back then.

The difficulty of the disaster increases even more… The world will be ruined until only one person survives. It was clear that then there would be no hope left for the surviving humans. That’s not the ending Michael wants.

‘It’s difficult…’

Michael rubbed his forehead. He knew so much that he couldn’t immediately come to a conclusion about what to do about Nick. He resented the cultist who just suddenly appeared and twisted the situation.

According to the original history, Nicholas would have accumulated enough achievements to be selected as the last person that no one can touch, using the characteristics of walking on a solid road and saving people and becoming as strong as the person he saved.

However, the owner of the luck 666, which could not have existed, appeared and everything was ruined. The future poetry of the forerunners was smashed, and the situation was twisted as it was twisted, and it was rolled up without any help.

‘It would be nice if you could transfer your luck to me…’

Michael even thought that if he had been so lucky, he wouldn’t have come to this point. It was a thought born out of dissatisfaction and annoyance at Nick being stupidly fooled by the cultists.

To be honest, Michael, if it wasn’t a matter of luck, he just wanted to kill Nicholas. And he wanted to take away his fate if he could.

Of course, on the other hand, I also wondered if it would be possible for humans to trust others so easily and act like an asshole if they live a life where things work out on their own even if they stay still for the rest of their lives.

Michael thought that if he had really lived a life full of luck like Nick’s, he might have been as easygoing as he was. When he thought about it, he thought that just because his luck was recklessly high, he would not be good.

“Let’s start moving again soon.”

Michael shook his head to clear his thoughts.

He took a break for about 5 minutes, so it was time to start moving again.

The party moved forward under the direction of the Beast Hunter.

If he had kept going, he would have run into Jo Jun’s party and fought a decisive battle without recovering Nick’s memories.

However, the luck of the 777 worked after a long time.

“Uh… Over there…”

“That’s it… That’s it. There… There is spring water…”

They finally found the fountain of wisdom.

The pool of water that glowed blue was the fountain of wisdom.

“It’s just… You’re here…”

“Eat quickly, Nick.. Eat this.. Recover your memory.”

“Uh.. I see.”

Michael felt fortunate to have found the spring water quickly.

‘A side effect of the spring water… Instead of giving wisdom, I take his right eye in return…’

Michael did not bother to tell Nick about the side effects of the spring water. It was because, if Nick had weakened like he is now, he would get scared and delay time when he heard that his eyes would be plucked out.

Nick, meanwhile, unaware of anything, hurriedly took a sip, two, three sips of the wisdom fountain from the cup Anna had handed him to him.

The more he drank, the more the spring water lost its luster and soon turned completely black. The fountain of wisdom has lost all power.

“Uh… Ugh… Ah, it hurts!!!”

Finally, Nicholas’ memories began to return. Also, his right eye popped out and a blue light took its place. Now he will never recover his right eye again.

“Oh, Michael… Nick…”

“It is the price of spring water. I can’t help it.”

“Ah..”

Anna wiped Nick’s blood from under her eyes with a towel.

Either way, Nick started muttering his strange words, losing his mind for a moment as the flood of memories flooded in.

Now, Nick was absorbing his lost memories as well as his knowledge that his fountain contained.

“This… This… These memories… Are not for me… Ah… Ah.”

Nick is looking at something while muttering gibberish. Michael slowly felt nervous and prepared to run away. Delayed too much time He had to quickly get into the caged nest and hide.

Then I heard someone shouting in the distance.

“Found!!! These bastards!!!”

It was the cry of an angry cultist.