Chapter 260

Chapter 247 Healing

“Queen of Deep Web Spiders…”

Sitting at the desk, Dorothy pondered over the name mentioned in the secret transmission. Clearly, this name reminded her of the spider head statue that the Eight Pinnacle Nest had created. During their sacrilegious rituals, they seemed to have invoked the name of Queen Spider.

‘In that case, this Queen of Deep Web Spiders might be the deity worshipped by the Eight Pinnacle Nest, symbolized by spiders. Perhaps she also has some connection to part of the ‘Cup’ domain.’

Realizing that this Queen Spider could be the deity revered by the Eight Pinnacle Nest, Dorothy became more interested immediately. She carefully read the verses describing Queen Spider in the secret transmission, deepening her understanding even further.

‘This Queen of Deep Web Spiders is also known as the Torturer, the Plotter, and the Queen of Pain… In descriptions related to Her, there is always mention of cruelty, fear, and torment. Just like how the verses about the Gluttonous Wolf inevitably include hunting and gluttony, the Wolf bl**d Association of the Placenta Sect practices the bl**d Food Method, while the Eight Pinnacle Nest practices the Punishment Method. Could these all be related to the deities they believe in?’

‘Furthermore, could the actions of the Eight Pinnacle Nest searching for the Mirror Moon Statue everywhere and desecrating the unknown goddess with the spider’s head be according to Queen Spider’s wishes?’

Sitting at the desk, Dorothy thought about this, but due to insufficient information, she did not delve deeper into it. Instead, she closed the book titled “Poem of Suffering” and picked up another secret transmission to read.

This was a secret transmission themed on “Silence,” titled “Eternal Life of the Dead.” Due to having too little “Silence,” Dorothy had asked Beverly to get her one themed on “Silence.”

“Eternal Life of the Dead” was a discussion-oriented secret transmission. The author believed that the existence of the undead was superior to living humans. He envied the “eternal life” of the undead, unrestricted by lifespan. He considered d*ath an evolution, and the undead as the ultimate form every human should strive for. Humans are born to prepare for d*ath, and everyone should make preparations before dying so that they can smoothly become an undead after d*ath.

‘Believing that the undead are the ultimate form of humans? The people who write these secret transmissions seem to have some issues. I wonder who the author of this book is? Has he achieved his wish to become an undead?’

After reading the secret transmission, Dorothy thought in her heart, then she closed it and began to extract spirituality.

Ultimately, from “Poem of Suffering,” Dorothy extracted 3 points of “Shadow,” 1 point of “Cup,” and 1 point of “Enlightenment.” From “Eternal Life of the Dead,” she extracted 3 points of “Silence” and 1 point of “Enlightenment.” Adding to her original spirituality, Dorothy’s current spiritual state was:

6 Cups, 7 Stones, 6 Shadows, 1 Lamp, 4 Silences, 7 Enlightenments.

‘Sigh… Only 7 points of Enlightenment? Still quite far from accumulating 30 points. The points of Enlightenment obtained from secret transmissions not themed on “Enlightenment” are quite limited. Next time, I should look for more secret transmissions themed on “Enlightenment.”‘

Thinking this, Dorothy put away all the secret transmissions on the desk. Then, instead of resting, she took out a pile of new books from the magic box.

Upon closer inspection, these books were not secret transmissions but mundane medical books such as “First Aid,” “Common Diseases of the New World,” “Anatomy,” “Human Skeleton,” etc. These were books Dorothy borrowed from the school library in the morning.

She brought these books back mainly because she had previously promised Kapak, in her capacity as a scholar, to impart some medical knowledge to the colonists. Now, Dorothy needed to master this knowledge herself before transmitting it.

‘Sigh… Although these books seem numerous, with the ability of the Scholar, I should be able to finish them quickly. Hurry up, hoping there are still enough soul books on Kapak’s side.’

Thinking this, Dorothy began to seriously read through the medical books in her hands.

As she read… other thoughts began to form in Dorothy’s mind.

…

Several days later, in the New World, Tupa Tribe camp.

In the morning, in the ordinary tent of the Tupa Tribe camp, which was filled with tents, a considerable number of people gathered here.

The tribespeople, dressed differently, stood around together. In their midst was a man in obvious pain, sitting on the ground with one arm extended. On his forearm, there was an unnatural deformity.

Next to the man, Kapak was also sitting on the ground. He took the twisted forearm from the man in front of him, feeling it with his hand and observing it with his eyes. Around them, a circle of people curiously observed everything happening, whispering among themselves.

“Hiss… It hurts, it hurts… Kapak… Can my arm still be saved?” With a pained expression, the man said to Kapak in front of him, and the latter immediately replied.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Chichiru. You only have a fracture. It can definitely be treated, you just need to endure a bit more.”

After examining the man’s condition, Kapak frankly stated, then he held the twisted forearm for a moment and pressed down with both hands on a certain area.

Under Kapak’s forceful pressure, the man named Chichiru cried out in pain. Amidst this cry, a “crack” sound came from Chichiru’s originally twisted forearm, and with the misaligned bones corrected, the twisted forearm returned to its normal appearance.

“Alright, Mr. Chichiru. Your bone is now set. All you need to do now is wear a splint and rest for a while. Don’t use your injured arm when resting, just rest quietly.”

Looking at his forearm, which had returned to its original shape, Kapak instructed with a smile. Hearing Kapak’s words, Chichiru, who had just recovered from severe pain, looked at his forearm and felt the pain rapidly dissipating. He slowly spoke.

“Ahh… Hah… Hah… Oh, it seems it’s no longer bent, and the pain is also subsiding. How amazing, Kapak… You really know your stuff. When did you learn this?”

With a surprised and unexpected expression, Chichiru looked at Kapak, and Kapak smiled in response.

“I’ve already told you before. This was taught to me by an old shaman I encountered by chance in the wilderness. It is said that their tribe is very skilled in healing. Alright… For now, don’t move. Let me help you put on a splint to fix it. You won’t be able to use this arm for a few days.”

As he spoke, Kapak began to make a splint for Chichiru using available materials. After helping Chichiru put on the splint, he immediately thanked Kapak and left, while the crowd watching nearby looked at Kapak with great enthusiasm.