I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 135

Chapter 135

Episode 135

Indeed, the eyes of his opponent, Rodney, shone coldly behind his glasses.

A suspicious look at Chris.

“Excuse me, but I don’t remember ever meeting you at the holy grounds of the Yiseon family. What could be the matter?”

Evan looked at him wondering what he was going to do, but Chris said calmly.

“I have never been to the holy land because I received separate instruction from the master of the previous sect. However, I have heard a lot about the beauty of Taebongsan Mountain. If I get the chance, I would also like to see Minus Pond.”

“!!”

Taebongsan. Minus.

These were names that only a disciple of the famous Yiseon family would know.

Rodney’s expression softened.

“Haha, there will be a chance. No, if you help me treat the patients this time, I will personally ask the Master to invite you.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

“Then come this way.”

Rodney led Chris.

It was a large warehouse-like building located far away from the mansion.

“This is where the patients are.”

Creak, as I opened the door, a horrible sight appeared.

“Ugh….”

“Cough, cough. Oh, I don’t want to die.”

“Save me.”

There were hundreds of people lying on the floor, groaning in pain.

Meanwhile, the doctor caring for the patient was nowhere to be seen.

“There were doctors who originally helped, but they all died from the Black Death. I can barely manage to give them the medicine I made through the help of my servants.”

Rodney let out a deep breath, as if he felt sorry.

“Thank you so much for coming during such a difficult time. Please take good care of these patients.”

With those words, Rodney closed the door with a squeak and disappeared.

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He said he would find the cause of the Black Death and find a way to eradicate it.

“What are you going to do?”

When they were left alone, Evan said,

“First, we have to treat these patients.”

“…What’s the point of that? Isn’t that a waste of time?”

Evan asked coolly.

Treating the patient, but not finding and eliminating the cause of the Black Death, would be like pouring water into a bottomless pit.

“To resolve the situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know why this Black Death occurred?”

“…Isn’t it because of the curse and black magic?”

“Yes, that’s right. Then why did the culprit use such black magic? They are sacrifices. To achieve some goal.”

“!!”

Chris looked away.

People dying in pain.

A sight I have seen countless times in the past.

“They are sacrificing their lives to fulfill their terrible greed.”

In fact, even for Chris, it wasn’t easy to resolve this situation.

Find the cause and eliminate it?

Even though the cursed Maga had a hand in it, where can we find traces of it?

It was impossible.

No matter how you look for it, it will take a long time.

Instead, Chris took a different approach.

‘If I can’t find it, I’ll just make the other person crawl out.’

“I will not let a single patient die from now on. Then, the one who caused this Black Death will have trouble achieving his goal because there will not be enough sacrifices, so I will expose the truth.”

At that time, I was planning to catch him by hitting him.

* * *

Chris’ idea was simple.

Eliminates deaths from the Black Death.

Then, there will be no sacrifice to die for, and the goal of the person behind it will be disrupted.

The question was whether it was possible.

“You’re going to treat this many patients? You’re going to do it by yourself?”

Evan asked as if it was nonsense, but Chris nodded.

“Yes, it is possible. This is the Black Death of Display, a curse caused by black magic.”

If it were the common Black Death, it would be impossible.

How can you treat a patient who is growing helpless all by yourself?

But the Black Death on display is different.

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‘The symptoms themselves are similar to the Black Death, but the way it spreads is completely different. It’s not transmitted by rats, but by a curse.’

So, in a word,

There is a set number of additional patients that are admitted each day.

‘There will probably be around 200 to 300 people.’

That’s not a small number.

But Chris’s abilities can more than cover it.

‘Especially because there is a specific cure for the Black Death.’

If left untreated, the Black Death has a much higher mortality rate than the common Black Death.

However, the knowledge of the famous medical school that Chris knew contained an elixir that could completely cure the Black Death.

‘You just have to mix herbs specially to interfere with the curse.’

Chris moved immediately.

First, I checked the medicine that Rodney had made.

‘It’s not the right medicine.’

Chris’s eyes turned cold.

‘It’s almost like a poison.’

It wasn’t just that the efficacy was lacking.

It was cleverly making the symptoms worse, dramatically increasing the mortality rate.

‘Why is a disciple of a famous doctor taking this medicine?’

I wouldn’t have taken this medicine without knowing.

That wasn’t the only bad thing.

‘It’s also strange that there aren’t any doctors.’

The Black Death is not transmitted simply by contact with an infected person.

As I said before, it’s part of the curse.

So, it is contradictory to say that all the doctors got sick and died.

‘He probably died from some other reason, not because he was infected.’

Chris shook his head.

First of all, it was important to save the patients in front of us.

So if the death rate drops drastically, and the guys behind the scenes start to have problems with their goals, they’ll come forward and tell the truth.

“Okay, let’s begin.”

like that.

In the midst of despair, God descended.

* * *

“…….”

Evan swallowed hard.

Two days passed.

Incredibly, Christian did exactly what he said.

All patients were treated.

Since starting treatment, not a single patient has died.

‘earthly.’

Even though Evan was watching with his own two eyes from the side, he couldn’t believe what Christian had done.

‘No matter how much of a leap there was.’

Not everyone can survive by taking a leap forward.

But Chris used his medical knowledge to save all those who were on the verge of death.

‘There’s something even more surprising.’

It was well known that Christian was a genius.

So, how could I force myself to accept that such a miracle could happen?

But what caught Evan’s attention was something else.

‘What’s on his mind when treating patients?’

Evan has a power called ‘mind’s eye’.

The ability to see into another person’s true feelings.

A blessing given by the constellations to the chosen warriors so that they can distinguish between good and evil.

‘…isn’t this the mind of a perfect saint?’

There was no hint of malice or greed in Chris as he treated his patients.

There was only one heart visible.

For the patient.

The will to save.

Who could point a finger at someone with such a mind and call him a mine?

‘When the patient got worse, my worries were all genuine.’

Of course, Christian didn’t show any sign of that.

On the surface,

– If there are patients who die because they can’t be treated, then we won’t be able to achieve our goal of interfering with them. That’s why we work so hard.

Although he spoke with an unlucky expression and tone, he could not fool Evan, who had a deep mind.

It was a genuine concern.

Not only Evan, but also the patients who were treated seemed to feel similar things towards Christian.

“He is truly a saint. He came to save us.”

“He saved us.”

The patients were moved and looked at Christian, who was sleeping in the corner.

Christian was taking a short nap after staying up all night treating patients for two days.

Just then, sunlight streamed in and splattered onto Christian’s hair.

A peaceful sleep, enveloped in sparkling light.

‘If I were awake, I would be acting all smart and show off with an unlucky face. But when I see you sleeping, you really look like a saint.’

It was a moment where I shook my head.

[What are you doing? Cut off his head right now.]

Evan’s heart sank.

After reuniting with Christian, the whispers of the constellations resonate endlessly.

[Didn’t I tell you? That guy could be the beginning of a great disaster in the future.]

It’s a similar story I’ve heard before.

‘Christian might destroy the world?’

It was an unbelievable story.

But I couldn’t just ignore it.

Because it was a word spoken by the nine-star superhuman ‘Prophet’ and the constellation.

[You are a warrior chosen by the heavens to prevent the coming destruction. Eliminating him now is the way to save the world. Take up your sword now.]

“…….”

If he really was a warrior, then cutting off his head might have been the right thing to do.

If you’re asleep right now, completely relaxed, it won’t be difficult.

but.

‘I can’t do it.’

I thought back to when Christian was treating patients.

Every time a patient came back to life, the faint smile he would give, pretending it wasn’t true, was genuine.

also.

[Don’t you want revenge?]

The concern that was in his mind when he saved himself.

Now I know for sure.

He is a good man.

If Christian is darkness, it will be a darkness brighter than light.

Evan, with his deep eyes, could see that fact clearly.

Damn it.

Evan walked to where Christian was sleeping.

The constellation spoke in a joyful voice, perhaps thinking that Evan had made up his mind.

[Yeah, good choice. Cut that bastard’s neck right now!]

“shut up.”

[…what?]

Evan turned off the ‘channel’ connecting to the constellation.

I was a little worried about the aftereffects though.

‘… If I were truly a warrior chosen by heaven, I wouldn’t be harmed by something like this.’

Evan knew.

Even the heavens have something they want, so they made a contract with themselves.

So, we can’t unilaterally disadvantage him or kick him out.

Above all, he was not a puppet of the constellations. It would have been better to break this contract than to become a puppet without a will.

So Evan made his own decision.

Decided not to kill Chris.

Evan took out his thermal magic tool and threw it at Christian, who was sleeping and shivering slightly from the cold.

* * *

Another day passed.

Incredibly, Chris achieved zero deaths for three straight days.

in result.

The target bit the bait.

“I can’t believe it. Not a single patient died.”

Rodney was the head of treatment.

Contrary to the admiration, Rodney’s eyes behind his glasses were cold and settled.

“What great skill do you have? Were you perhaps a high-level disciple of a famous doctor?”

“That’s not possible. If I were a high-level disciple, I would have used the secret method of the Yixian Qigong. I just happened to know the recipe for the Jinyeol Black Death Elixir, which is only passed down to direct disciples.”

“…okay.”

Rodney nodded.

“Anyway, thanks to you, we were able to save countless patients. I would like to show my gratitude by giving you some of your time.”

“Okay, but I have patients, so it’ll be a while.”

“Haha, you really are a true doctor.”

Rodney concluded his speech in a low, hushed voice.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”