Back when he was in7 Days to Die world, he discovered sothing quite peculiar.
That is, items in the world carried certain "ga-like" attributes. For instance, the grilled at made by Erina had sustained him all the way until Tsunade and Kiri showed up.
Ever since then, he'd been wondering: could dical items carry similar effects?
But due to Tsunade's exceptional healing abilities, he'd never really had the chance to test it. Minor scrapes and cuts would heal quickly on their own after he leveled up his endurance stat.
So, he'd never truly experinted.
After all, he was always careful not to get injured in the first place.
Still, one thing was undeniable: when a dkit was placed in the action bar, it could be used on others.
This was the first ti he'd tried it.
And the results? Genuinely unsettling.
Steel needles, shattered blades, and foul-slling fluids began crawling out of the female fighter's body. Even from wounds that had long since healed, sharp fragnts burst out, splitting the scars open again.
Yet—there was no bleeding. The mont a wound tore open, it instantly closed again, as if nothing had happened.
Her pale cheeks began to regain color. Her lifeless eyes brightened. Her trembling limbs steadied. She was visibly recovering.
No doubt about it—the dkit had worked.
"Interesting… So this thing's more like a conceptual item, huh?" Ryuji murmured, stowing away the dical kit—sothing he'd never had the chance to use until now.
He looked toward the female fighter, who wore an equally stunned expression.
To her, the experience was even more shocking.
The mont he pulled out that large, white object, a wave of warmth surged through her body. Under its influence, ailnts that had tornted her for years began to vanish. The pain from her ruptured organs and the steel needles that had once pierced her spine—gone.
If not for the toxins still battling the antidote in her bloodstream, she would've thought she was completely healed.
It was... unbelievable.
She glanced at Ryuji's clothes—no insignia from the Holy Church, aning he wasn't a priest.
Eventually, the dkit's effects wore off, and Ryuji withdrew his hand.
The female fighter suddenly sat up straight on the bed. Though her insides still throbbed with pain and the poison hadn't fully subsided, she knew one thing: she wasn't going to die. The fatal injuries were healed.
"You… Are you a mage? Or was that thing you pulled out so kind of treasure?"
As she asked this, she couldn't help licking her lips.
"What, planning to bite the hand that healed you?" Ryuji said with a smile, ready to summon his M60.
"Hah… I'm not that dumb," she said, shaking her head.
Though she was a street fighter now, she wasn't the ungrateful type. The only reason she'd sunk to borrowing money was because her poison cultivation had wrecked her internal organs. Otherwise, she wouldn't have lost to anyone.
As she spoke, the woman casually lay back down, flinging the blanket aside. She rested her head against the wall, spreading her legs into a casual side split before curling them into an M-shape to avoid hitting the wall.
The entire motion was smooth and natural.
Before he could react, she'd already unfastened the white scrap of cloth at her crotch and slid it off with ease.
He didn't even have ti to speak.
With a neutral expression, she used two fingers to part her tightly closed petals, exposing her pink entrance and the physical proof of her purity. The soft, inner walls pulsed faintly, glistening in the light.
Then, in an utterly flat voice, she said:
"Thanks to you, I can't die anymore. Co on, get it over with—I need to pay off my debts with so matches."
"…"
Ryuji had seen decisive girls before—Lux, for one—but this was his first ti encountering soone who treated her own virginity so casually, as if it ant nothing.
She was still clad in her training uniform—a dull yellow, or perhaps brownish-orange—that exposed the insides of her thighs, where scars from past blade wounds were still faintly visible.
He said nothing.
He rely extended his hand and gently touched the edge of her pussy. When his rough fingertips t her delicate skin, the female fighter's body involuntarily shuddered.
Then, she simply stared at him, waiting for the next move.
But Ryuji paused.
He had noticed sothing... off.
As he carefully touched the area overgrown with brownish pubic hair, he saw many scars—so were deep, penetrating wounds.
Wounds that would've undoubtedly damaged her uterus.
He frowned slightly at the sight.
The female fighter snorted. She knew it.
"You care about scars, don't you?"
He shook his head. But honestly… he did care a little.
"It's not that. I just don't know your na yet…"
"No need. Just stick it in and get it over with. Otherwise, the debt collectors might co knocking at your door. I don't want to owe anyone any more favors."
Her eyes narrowed.
"And don't worry about pulling out. I can't get pregnant anymore."
What the hell kind of savage line is that?
And that attitude...
Can I really get any energy points like this?
He looked at the street fighter girl, who seed more concerned about her debt than anything else, and couldn't help but doubt whether this was even worth it.
Still deep in thought, his hand moved instinctively, gliding gently over her petals. The unfamiliar sensation made her suck in a sharp breath, but her body didn't lie—love juices was already starting to seep out in response to his touch.
Ryuji dipped his finger into the slick fluid, intending to spread it over the entrance to ease the way in.
But then—
A burning pain shot through his fingertip.
He yanked his hand back instinctively—and saw that one part of his fingertip had already turned purple. His fingernail was beginning to warp, too.
WTF!, poison?!
"You're… You're poisonous down here?!"
The female fighter blinked, startled, then glanced at his finger.
She froze.
She hadn't realized it either.
And so, a sudden, awkward silence settled over the room.
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Bonus chapter target: 300 PS.
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