Chapter 22 – I Don’t Like This Kind Of Thing


    “Oh… oh…!! Are you controlling the flow of Nereus by suppressing the flow of wisdom…?! Hyperborea seems to have a far more advanced view of the human body than modern medicine!”


    …Actually, youid the groundwork for all of this.


    Even if I said that, he wouldn’t understand.


    As I was about to transport the emergency patient back to the Colosseum, Asclepius stopped me.


    While eating breakfast with Asclepius, who brought my portion as well, possibly informed by Chiron, I exined the basics of martial arts’ point-pressing techniques and the 108 meridians as promised.


    Asclepius understood everything as it was being said and cheered.


    “Here, as promised, I’ve written down the basic knowledge about point-pressing and meridians. Read it slowly and ask if you have any questions.”


    “Ohhh!! Th-thank you!”


    Like an eagle snatching its prey, Asclepius swiftly grabbed the scroll from my hand and, leaving only a word to find him if anything happened, slipped into hisb.


    “…Why is he so happy?”


    Well, since good things are good, I let Asclepius cheer and review as he pleased, and I turned my attention to our prospective crazy girl.


    For a moment, I worried that I might have hurt her head by applying too much force reflexively, but after cing my hand on her forehead and examining her, it seemed she was merely knocked out from the shock without any brain or nerve damage.


    “Ha, the young one is already showing such spoiled sprouts…”


    If she hadn’t known what kind of part it was, there might have been some room for leniency.


    To knowingly aim such a vicious strike at a vital point connected to a person’s life


    was something that could not be condoned, whether as a martial artist or as a warrior.


    I wasn’t raised as a professional assassin from a young age.


    Even in the Demonic Sect, when teaching about human vital points and acupoints…


    They teach to avoid attacking these critical points unless in realbat, ambush, or life-and-death situations.


    It’s to prevent exposing vulnerabilities by simplifying attacks focused on these vital points, rather than out of respect for life or honor.


    “But this so-called hero of mythology forgets these basics and goes wild like that… Tsk, tsk, foolish indeed.”


    Starting with the hundred nerves meeting points on the crown of her head, I felt the points that govern blood flow and energy cirction: the top of the head, the Blossom Cover, the throat point near the neck and vicle, and the center of the chest.


    Temporary hyperemia had caused her lungs and chest muscles to stiffen, obstructing breathing, and the burning sensation hadn’t subsided before fainting, causing the blood flow to surge wildly.


    “Um…”


    Moreover, both her legs had swollen muscles and blood vessels from excessive movement. At least it’s fortunate that her bones weren’t damaged.


    Her arm had been dislocated due to overexertion at thest moment, which Asclepius himself had set back in ce.


    After roughly stimting a few blocked blood vessels to restore blood flow and rx her muscles, Atnta’s groaning face finally eased intofort.


    “…Tsk, your face is indeed beautiful, but it’s a flower tree in the wilderness.”


    A flower tree should naturally grow in a dense and sunny forest, surrounded by other flower trees like itself.


    But this flower tree had taken root in a rough and barren wastnd.


    It was impressive that it had taken root and spread its branches so far.


    “No, was she destined to live because she found connections and bonds in that wastnd?”


    Even if the tree managed to bloom in the mismatched soil, its insides would be twisted, and it would try to die alone.


    “Huh? What did you say?”


    …Oh no, it’s happening again.


    As I mumbled to myself, Asclepius poked his head through theboratory door.


    “No, it’s nothing.”


    “Hmm, is that so? Chiron said you should watch over that hedgehog until shees to her senses. Please take care of her~”


    Fortunately, Asclepius seemed too engrossed in the acupuncture and pressure point basics I transcribed to hear me say anything.


    And so, I was left alone again with the unconscious, beautiful girl who had targeted my vital points.


    “…….”


    -Haa, haa.


    Only the sound of Atnta’s quiet breathing echoed in the infirmary.


    I sat on the chair next to her, watching to see when she woulde to her senses, and naturally, my eyes were drawn to her beauty.


    I hadn’t noticed earlier when her eyes were filled with poison, but now, I thought it was understandable why those crazy Greeks would risk their lives to run races.


    Her skin, which hinted at healthy vitality, her soft hair of a deep oak color, and her fierce beauty that exuded a wild charm reminiscent of a cheetah running across the ins.


    Wow, being at this level, even though I aimed for a vital spot, she finished it with just a headbutt, and I couldn’t help but be amazed.


    Then, once again, my eyes read her fortune on their own.


    ‘Parental luck… Oh dear, it seems like a rock is blocking the stream; with such a twisted fate from the beginning, there’s no way the flow could be proper. But the servant is making a hole in the rock and letting it flow awkwardly…’


    “…Oh really. What’s this all because of the woke teacher?”


    Among the Twelve Godly Demons, a master particrly proficient in divination, magic, and tactics, Godly Recursion, So Yeon-myeong.


    The physiognomy and divination he taught sometimes arbitrarily peek into people’s fate and destiny.


    Clearly, he didn’t even receive any divine powers to do so, but sometimes, just by looking at a person’s face, the fortunes and misfortunes, the past and future, would sh by. It was useful for some showmanship during celestial martial arts events.


    But when it activated arbitrarily like this, it was quite annoying.


    “It feels like I’m bing a pervert slowly.”


    I shook my head vigorously and barely managed to turn my gaze outside when a small groan tickled my ears.


    “M-Mom…”


    Atnta, iling her hands as if she were having a nightmare, was calling for her mom.


    A cold sweat soaked her forehead and neck, and above all, tears flowed from her eyes as she held her head in her hands.


    “…Sigh.“


    Am I really getting old?


    How can I be so shaken by a child’s tears?


    Even though it didn’t suit me at all, no matter how much I thought about it, I finally reached out my hand.


    “I-it’s o-okay, y-your mom is here.”


    Kraaah!!


    If my masters saw this, they wouldugh their heads off, and the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Sect would cough up blood from heart demons at such a line.


    This would probably rank as one of the most embarrassing moments in all three of my lives.


    Even I felt like I was going to suffer from inner demons due to this ridiculous act, and while I was reeling from it, Atnta started clinging to me with all her might as if she were drowning.


    “Mom, mom… ha… ha… hyah!!”


    As expected of a hero’s budding potential, her grip strength was astounding.


    Simultaneously, Atnta began to gasp for breath and intermittently started to convulse.


    “Heart demon…!”


    Despite her beautiful face, the fate shown in the physiognomy seemed twisted and tangled, and it made me wonder what kind of grudge this young one harbored in such a small chest to be afflicted by a heart demon at this age.


    A heart demon is another manifestation of one’s own grudge. It is a wall and an obstacle that one creates for themselves.


    If one ovees that heart demon, they move on to the next stage, and as they progress, the wall bes higher and sturdier.


    In that sense, Atnta’s heart demon, if she were a martial artist, could be subdued by someone like me.


    The heart is the qi, and the qi is the body.


    If you control the body, the qi follows, and if you manage the qi, the heart naturally calms down.


    However, these damn extraordinary heroes only extremely develop their minds and bodies,


    leaving their energy in almost its natural state, making it dangerous to tamper with as it could disrupt their meridians and qi flow.


    “Damn it, forcing this into dormancy could really kill herter. What should I do?”


    Moreover, the situation was getting worse.


    If she were having a seizure while awake, I could at least knock her out to bring her to her senses.


    But now, she was having a fit in her dream due to a heart demon, leaving me with no way to intervene.


    “Damn… Hey!! At…!”


    Just as I was about to call out to At in my desperation, something strange happened in my own body.


    The mysterious qi that subtly made its presence known whenever I practiced qi cultivation started to flow through my entire body. Then the strange qi, which seemed both divine and demonic, suddenly surged toward Atnta’s right hand, which she was gripping tightly, and then began to burrow into Atnta’s body.


    “Wh-what?!”


    Setting aside why this qi is acting up all of a sudden, she’s already in a heart demon state apanied by stress attacks, with her meridians and qi flow in turmoil, and now external energy is entering?


    Today, a young hero and the future Running Man Deathmatch champion are on the verge of bing a corpse.


    “Hey, hey! Stop it!”


    The things that didn’t act like this before suddenly went out of control and started rampaging.


    Even if it meant I would suffer internal injuries, I tried to forcefully sever the connection and remove my hand, but it felt as if it was glued; Atnta’s hand, which was gripping mine, showed no sign of letting go.


    It wasn’t that it had attached, but rather, as if they had truly be one mass, the qi channels and meridians of Atnta started to feel vividly like my own.


    “…What?”


    The strange qi, like natural qi within the bloodstream, or rather like oxygen contained in the blood, began to flow through Atnta’s qi channels and blood vessels without any conflict.


    Even for me, who had thoroughly studied the various legends and unofficial histories of martial arts for thousands of years, as well as the visions of past masters, it was my first time seeing such a phenomenon.


    How could the qi that an outsider possessed flow together with another’s qi without any conflict?


    “…Could it be?”


    The qi began to flow stably throughout Atnta’s entire body.


    With a curious heart, I decided to utilize Martial Spirit Cultivation Arts .


    “Oh…”


    Fortunately, the qi began to flow calmly, following the qi paths, circting between Atnta and my body.


    It was like using a venttor to help an unconscious patient breathe; the qi flowed as per the incantation and started to calm Atnta’s twisted muscles and blood vessels.


    “……”


    It was a strange feeling.


    Even if I put aside the guilt of having examined every corner of a woman’s body after a life-or-death fight.


    Having my qi flow through another’s body, especially a woman’s body, and breathing and circting qi as one through that medium… It was a feeling hard to describe.


    “Ugh… focus, focus.”


    No matter how youthful my body might seem like, wasn’t the content inside different?


    I was long past the age of getting excited just by holding a woman’s hand like a teenage boy in puberty.


    As I muttered that to myself and focused on circting the qi.


    Gradually, the qi that hadpleted a full cycle in Atnta’s body returned to me.


    “…?!”


    A nameless child riding on the back of a giant bear, wandering through the forest.


    Atnta, who was led by Chiron to be a proud huntress.


    And.


    A frustrated young hero, angered by the insults of vile soldiers.


    It was undoubtedly Atnta’s memories, invoked by her dream, and the heart demon.


    I don’t know how this is possible, but through the memories carried by the qi, her wounds and sorrows were vividly conveyed to me.


    The despair of having her once high pride and honor—everything she elevated and loved—denied.


    The ugly insults that never left her ears, and the vile eyes and tongues that appear when she closes her eyes continue to torment her.


    Even though those ugly soldiers werepletely consumed by the lightning fire, leaving no trace of their souls, which were also torn apart by the moonlight, the wounds in her young heart still tormented Atnta.


    “…I don’t like such things.”