Chapter 20
- Head Mod☆) Why the hell are you pouring milk meant for drinking into a wound?
ㄴ Author) The priest told me to.
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Why Y??
ㄴ Author) They say it's because milk is white, so it drives away the demon's curse dwelling in the wound ㅇㅇ
ㄴ Head Mod☆) You fucking asshole
Otherworld folk remedies really are something.
It was enough to make even me, who never swore, spit out a string of unfiltered curses.
How is this any different from pointing a handgun at my head and threatening to kill me?
Title: Stop!
Author: Head Mod☆
(A frog meme holding out its palm decisively)
(A medieval frog meme sobbing while firing arrows into the sky)
Everyone, stop making major decisions!
- Ah lol, you can't stop a "stop!"
- This is definitely something we need to stop lol
- But what are we supposed to stop?
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Ah lol, please stop chugging bottles of bleach in front of me
I might have ignored them if they knew what they were doing and did it anyway, but they didn't, so I couldn't just look away.
I was about to give the knight some medicine first when a fundamental question occurred to me.
- Head Mod☆) But why the hell are you doing this in the first place???
ㄴ White is sacred, you know.
ㄴ Because they told us to.
ㄴ Tree sap contains the spirit of the forest. ㄴ Didn't you know that?
ㄴ Agreed, agreed! The Head Mod is totally pathetic!
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Fuck
I began to understand, at least a little, why this otherworld had fallen.
“Everyone was doing a no-hit challenge.”
It didn't matter how overpowered the character was.
There was a culture of deleting your character with all kinds of idiotic folk remedies the moment you lost even a single HP.
There was no other way to explain it.
I was so speechless that I couldn't type a thing, and then the church came out and made a huge fuss.
Title: Are You Afraid of the Church Growing Stronger, Head Mod?
Why do you keep committing acts that go against the doctrine of the Heavenly Lord?
Milk is holier than any other substance, and it is also a sacred medicine with healing properties.
Head Mod, you have already joined the ranks of the heretics.
Stop beguiling your brothers with false information any further.
My head began to throb.
It's hard to have a conversation with someone who knows too little.
But because they knew absolutely nothing, I felt as if my words had been completely cut off.
“Is this how people in the otherworld talk?”
I was about to unleash another string of curses, but stopped and calmly posted a reply.
- Head Mod☆) Milk is medicine?
ㄴ Author) Isn't that obvious? White things—in other words, good things—are healthy for the body too, so how could they not be medicine?
ㄴ Head Mod☆) How many people have you treated with that method so far?
ㄴ Author) Three of our ten brothers endured the demon's curse and returned to our side.
In other words, thirty percent.
That was actually astonishing.
“No, how did three of them survive?”
They poured milk into their wounds, smeared flour all over them, and still had a thirty-percent survival rate.
It was simply that this otherworld had a lot of naturally tough people.
Maybe that's how humanity had managed to survive even during a Great War fought with treatments like these.
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Then what happened to the other seventy percent?
ㄴ Author) They were weaklings who failed to overcome the demon's curse.
ㄴ Head Mod☆) What?
ㄴ Author) They returned to the demon's embrace, so they were sinners who could not go to the Heavenly Lord.
It was the logic of a miracle, all right.
I returned to the previous post, initiated a barter trade with the knight who said he had been wounded, and left him a message.
[Offering Knight Lloyd 1 ‘Fucidin,’ 1 ‘Disinfectant,’ 1 pack of ‘Cotton Swabs,’ and 1 box of ‘Waterproof Bandages’ in barter trade.]
- Head Mod☆) Stop fooling around and put this on
- Head Mod☆) Unless you want to catch some infection or whatever later and end up with a disease that'll actually kill you
But there was something I had overlooked.
Once a religion took root, its hold ran deep.
ㄴ Author) Sorry
ㄴ Head Mod☆) ?
ㄴ Author) My family has been devout believers in the Heavenly Lord since my grandmother's grandmother's grandmother, so I think it's right to follow the church's treatment methods
Even when I tried to give it to him, he refused.
No, I even saw several posts expressing doubt.
- Upvote if you think the Head Mod is going too far lol
- I...@ Didn't I tell you a whole jug of milk would cure it in one shot...@!!
- Seriously lol Why eat that weird steel container when you have a perfectly good milk treatment?
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Fuck, you're supposed to apply what's inside, not eat the damn thing
“Ah, I can't take this anymore.”
In the end, I couldn't contain my rage.
[Flashbang] - 134 points
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Title: Important Announcement Regarding the Treatment Debate
Author: Head Mod☆
(A GIF of a flashbang exploding)
(A GIF of blinding red and blue lights exploding over and over)
Otherworld Destruction Gallery, attention.
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[Comments]
- Guaaaagh!!!
- Full-HP Elf★) Why me! Why..! Why...!!!
- Ah!!! Fuck!!!
- Why the hell is this happening!!!! Stop!!!!!
- There has to be a reason!!!
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Are you feeling better?
ㄴ Guaaaagh! Guaaaagh! Sub-Mod! Sub-Mod!!
ㄴ Vampire Till Death★) I do not know what has excited you. But this appears to be a festival
Everyone except Vampire Till Death, who was unfazed by the attack, suffered internal injuries and rolled around the gallery.
“Ah, should I just give up? Forget treatment and everything?”
I led them to the water, and now the horse is complaining?
I began to wonder if I should give up.
But not everyone in the gallery blindly believed in that treatment method.
- Fallen Noble Lady) ㅇ︿ㅇ
- Fallen Noble Lady) Head Mod. Could you perhaps give me some of that Fucidin...? ㅇ︿ㅇ?
The gallery user who had once given me a bed in exchange for a can of tuna approached me.
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Evelyn Ophelia.
The noble young lady of the Ophelia ducal family.
But that was all in the past.
“Ugh... It hurts...”
Evelyn sat trembling on the bedroom floor, her thigh sliced open.
Blood from the wound ran down her thigh and soaked the carpet.
It wasn't deep, but it couldn't be left untreated.
She tore up a curtain and tied it tightly around her thigh, but that alone could never solve the problem.
“Hic, I shouldn't have gone out... I shouldn't have gotten curious...”
It had been an ordinary day, no different from any other.
She had spent the day secretly peering outside through the curtains, counting the patterns on the ceiling, or falling asleep.
“I miss my family. No, anyone would do.”
Evelyn was suddenly overcome by terrible loneliness.
The family members who had been conscripted during the Great War.
The servants who had left.
She began to wonder where they might be.
No, she wondered whether they were even alive.
“...Mommy.”
But was that really such a great sin?
All she had done was summon the courage to go out into the garden for the first time.
She had happened to run into a monster that day, and Evelyn's thigh had been torn open, nearly costing her life.
Evelyn couldn't catch her breath properly from the tension.
“Ah, I think I'm going to throw up.”
The bleeding was growing worse and worse.
Her head spun, but she felt that the moment she let go, she would truly die.
That was when she was sitting awkwardly on the floor, fidgeting helplessly, with no idea what to do.
- Head Mod☆) Stop fooling around and put this on
“...?”
Something the Head Mod had handed to a gallery user with an exasperated air.
Unfamiliar objects, a strange paper with cloth attached, and a liquid labeled disinfectant.
“Can wounds really heal with things this tiny...?”
She had once seen a knight being treated.
Hadn't the results been poor even when they poured in enough of that expensive milk to fill a bathtub?
The knight had recovered miraculously, but ended up unable to walk ever again.
And yet, something that small?
“No, the Head Mod is my benefactor who saved my life. This much must be a piece of cake for him.”
Evelyn gave a small shake of her head.
What she needed now was not presumptuous doubt, but one practical request for help.
- Fallen Noble Lady) Head Mod... Could you perhaps share some with me too ...ㅇ︿ㅇ?
So she endured the pain and left a message.
ㄴ Head Mod☆) ㅇㅇ Take it.
Without asking for anything in return, the Head Mod registered the items in the barter trade and pressed the trade button.
“...He was willing to give them to me so readily.”
After hesitating, Evelyn registered a beautiful flower she had picked and brought back from the garden as her trade item.
[The item has been delivered safely.]
Then the Head Mod's items arrived.
Inside was a medical kit containing bandages, adhesive strips, disinfectant, Fucidin ointment, and many other supplies.
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Title: I'm Really Better! O ◇ O
Author: Fallen Noble Lady
(A picture from when her thigh was wounded)
(A picture of her healed thigh wound)
(A GIF of her grinning brightly while enthusiastically giving two thumbs-up)
When that monster slashed me, I really thought I was going to die.
But I put on the medicine the Head Mod gave me, went to sleep, and woke up healed overnight!
Thank you!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, so, so much!
You've saved me twice now.
You're the absolute best in the world! //ㅇㄱㅇ//!
- ??? How'd you do that?
- No, does a scab really form overnight?
- That was the kind of wound you die from, so how did she survive?
- I'm glad you're better!!
- Did that stuff really work?
- Is the Head Mod actually a dragon or something?
Fallen Noble Lady wrote up her recovery like a journal and posted it to the gallery.
Then, when she showed everyone the wound that had healed like a lie in such a short time, the gallery was thrown into an uproar.
The gallery users who had clung to the milk treatment even in the face of death had their minds blown, and one by one they began seeking me out.
Title: I'd Believe It Even If the Head Mod Said He Was a Dragon ㅇㅇ;
He mass-produces food and hands it out every day
He brews alcohol and hands it out every day
He creates absurd magic and smashes waves with it
And now he can heal wounds in a single day?
Lol okay~ I'll believe everything now~
I'll even believe it if the Head Mod suddenly says he's a dragon~
ㄴ Seriously, it's too much trouble to doubt anything anymore
ㄴ You idiots lol I said from the start that the Head Mod seemed to be right, but you all insisted otherwise lol
ㄴ This idiot's old post) Head Mod, healing someone in one day is going too far ㅇㅇ
ㄴ Looooool, the idiot has arrived
ㄴ Idiot of the Year...
Title: Head Mod, I'm That Knight from Before
(A GIF of someone pressing their head to the floor with their legs raised in the air)
I'm truly sorry.
Please spare me just this once.
- Head Mod☆) Empty-handed?
ㄴ Author) I'm truly sorry! I'll never act up again!
- Head Mod☆) Empty-handed?
ㄴ Author) I'm sorry for taking food from the marketplace all this time and doubting you!!
- Head Mod☆) Empty-handed?
ㄴ Lol, spear and shield
ㄴ Looooool, fuck, he's absolutely refusing to help
ㄴ Guess I shouldn't act up lol;
ㄴ Author) I want to kill my past self
ㄴ Ah lol, go take a milk bath lol
ㄴ Save the milk for your wounds lolol
Title: Where'd Those Church Guys Crawl Off To? lol
They were making such a fuss, and now they've vanished without a trace lol
ㄴ Ah lol, they ran off because they were too embarrassed
ㄴ They said they had to calm down the believers protesting lol
“Why didn't you believe me sooner and make yourself suffer?”
The gallery user who had been applying milk to his wound finally realized how serious it was when the wounded area turned as blue as milk.
But that didn't mean I wanted to help him for free.
I wasn't a volunteer organization, so why should I keep stepping in to help someone who had refused me once?
“Still, I can't just turn my back on him...”
There was a very good medicine for situations like this.
I grinned and wrote a new post.
Title: Ahem, Come Here About That Knight Business
Author: Head Mod☆
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ㄴ Lloyd) Did you call for me?
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Mm-hmm, yes, you came.
ㄴ Lloyd) Please forgive this insignificant man for failing to recognize your foresight and slandering you.
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Mm-hmm, yes, yes.
ㄴ What the fuck are these guys doing lol
ㄴ Even for a knight, this guy lol...
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Here, take this.
ㄴ Head Mod☆) (A GIF of an ominous-looking red medicine)
ㄴ Head Mod☆) It's good stuff. Apply plenty to the wound and bear it.
ㄴ Lloyd) What... is this...?
ㄴ Head Mod☆) This?
ㄴ Head Mod☆) Albo7