Whatever the fuck she thought was going to happen when she told Bob to get the gray spirit, it sure as fuck wasn't this. Not even priestly spells could remove potion build up without the use of some high level sorcery, but to be fair, they didn't exactly have a lot of ways to research ways to make better spells considering where theirs came from.
Sure, the vomit was gruesome and the bodily weakening was bad, but these were mostly army medics, they were used to being first to show up to plague outbreaks and were physically fit, a little nausea was fine, so she even had him tune down his stamina restoration.
A few mistakes were fine so long as the healers had enough mana to keep stabilizing everyone. If everyone was stable then they could be fixed later.
Better yet, he even had a use for the idiotic fops that couldn't keep up and tried to avoid being around him. Figuring out what he meant when he smeared blood on a mana potion and started pointing between people was rather hard, so she asked Bob to go first just in case, and then they figured out he could directly move vitality between people.
Luckily for him, she gave no two shits about using the enemies techniques.
Rather, most generals wouldn't so long as they could properly frame the whole thing. The bigger problem was finding a blood mage that didn't die before explaining their magic. They were all bound by a blood oath or something. To be fair though, it did look a bit different, what with how different it felt.
By the time he was on his fifth potion he seemed a bit blue, but after vomiting himself empty he went on for the rest of the day and into the night. With a smart usage of different types of motivation she managed to get everyone to follow like that too, and before she had to participate a second time, the whole fort had entered their little rotation.
When the reports hit her desk, she was glad to see that in the end this incident had less than ten casualties to it. Most people would even manage to have their limbs put back together! Fiora would say that this was a good result and call it a day before reporting if not for one little thing.
The fucker who’d suggested the summoning and proceeded with the ritual despite a lack of preparations was nowhere to be found, and considering the creature she’d killed, it’d have left more than enough of him for corpse identification.
In either case, she would begin to write his death certificate herself and put as much blame on him as possible.
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[Congratulations, Basic arcane affinity has reached Lv 10. You gained a talent point.
Congratulations, Infuse has reached Lv 10. You gained a talent point.
Congratulations, Detect magic has reached Lv 10. You gained a talent point.
Congratulations, through practice you have unlocked several talents.
Congratulations, you have completed the quest: Panic at Karan fortress' infirmary.
Completion rate: 98.9%
Grade: Great
Reward: +50.000 XP, +1.000 Karan fortress favorability, +1 random reward, +Significance.
Congratulations, through practice and accumulated significance, you have discovered a new trait.
Dedicated doctor: When healing, you naturally find calm and focus. During long treatments, you receive a slight percentage increase in mana regeneration up to an additional 10% regeneration.
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Your trait, Faery narrative, has grown due to the realization of your significance and essence. +5 WIS.]
Looking through his notifications, Aki fealt the need to sneer.
‘To think i’d be snobbing fifty k so soon.’ He thought in derision. The dopiness of nausea combined with the sleepless night in his starving body, made him collapse when things were done with and he could not even help the doctors put legs and arms back in place.
All things considered, they were even treating him like one of them for the most part, and he was being spoon fed meat soup, something he would eat forever if he could never again put beans in his mouth, but he wasn’t going to risk nutrient deficiency right now.
It might be less of a concern now that he had more than a mere pittance in XP and could dump stats into vitality, which would likely as a magical solution to dealing with said problem, but newfound capabilities to grind out stats aside, he wasn’t going to be endangering himself by trying to get a monolithic stat build to work on his uncertain and changing circumstances.
Even with them though, if his capabilities of obtaining more stats were related to achievements based on significance, then he could not, for example, build a multimillion army of summons and sit back while he became some kind of overgod point by point as they solved every quest and conflict in the multiverse.
While that did not mean he was going to ignore the building of an army in the future, he wasn’t exactly in the position to take care of even himself, nevermind another being, so those were thoughts for the distant future. Thoughts over what kind of traits and stats he’d be able to obtain as a God-Emperor leading from the front were for later, but damn if he wasn’t going to be trying to do better than that grief stricken primarch.
Autistic thoughts dominating his mind aside, he was not feeling too bad at the moment. Sure, his body was a mess and he’d likely have politics to deal with later, but if there was one reason besides money that had made him want to be a doctor, it was the gloating sense of superiority that came from saving lives. Being served by said people after going through a challenging race against failure made the whole thing even better than he’d ever thought it could be and…
Actually, were those his thoughts? Was he always this much of an egomaniac with little regard for others and distanced view from reality?
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Nope, he couldn’t find any such inconsistencies in his behavior and thought pattern from either recent or long term memories.
‘I guess i HAVE always been a fae.’ He concluded with a sad undertone.
Not only did that mean he would need to shift his Earth's evolutionary route to avoid such an aberrant infestation, but already several influential figures who were also likely to be Fae came to mind. There was no way they would be powerless themselves when their stories held such power over so many people.
It was not like he had thought it possible to return on the short term, but this pretty much sealed it. Whether it was neurodivergence or something else that acted as sign of not being human didn't matter as humans themselves were very fucking weird to begin with.
Luckily he had obtained a good head start at this point. A bit less than 1.2M XP from grinding his class abilities was enough to get his class to level 10, plus a couple of skills if need be, though he’d prefer to just holdout on that since he was pretty sure there would be a jump in requirement that’d fuck him over later.
Unless he could figure out a way to siphon XP from people and could start moving up some kind of pseudo economy based on it with him at the top. Not like he was unwilling to murder trilions and involve himself in higher level battles to farm the resource himself, but that wasn’t exactly easy to do either, and would require the kind of time and emotional commitment that would equal out on a cultivation novel protagonist’s dedication to his dao.
He didn't have much of either to spare now or for the foreseeable future, so that was about it. Besides taking the time to level up again before going to bed, what could he do to improve his odds of survival and living?
Experimenting with the conditions to unlock new talents seemed to be the way, but he had yet to get one of those he did unlock to level 5 even, so he should probably dedicate the time to grind those until they reached level 10 as well. Despite the lack of XP counters for them, talents did seem to be based on his capabilities, so he wondered if his were different than what another might unlock, but ultimately, that didn’t matter. What did was the fact that talents had been working as a multiplicative effect in his efficiency by helping him remember and apply concepts he’d theorized and tested, not unlike servos helping some sci-fi character calculate at ridiculous speeds or hold onto impossibly complex schematics despite any biological limitation in them.
He even had a few theories on how the system was helping him with this and what the words in the screen referred to in the real world, but the chances of him ever learning to witness such complicated workings of esoteric energies was low and also stuck to the far future. Still, it held him hostage to his capability of using such tools while they were available, so he would make sure to take whatever benefit he could while things were still working in his favor.