Chapter 290 (2/2)

Stam(/R per min): 43/43 (8)

Vitality: 3

Endurance: 11

Strength: 12

Agility: 24

Perception: 21

Reaction: 20

Resistance: 10

Willpower: 10

Inteligence: 52

Wisdom: 25

Control: 16

Focus: 19

Skills: Chosen of the Golden Lily Spring Lvl 175, Bash Resistance Lvl 15, Stab Resistance Lvl 6, Blood Clotting Lvl 22, Crushing Grip Lvl 18, Mana Bolt Lvl 40, Running Lvl 23, Physical Fitness Lvl 8, Bubble Lvl 26, First Aid Lvl 32, Meditation Lvl 31, Mana Shield Lvl 23, Herbalism Lvl 19, Healing Palm Lvl 17, Dodge Lvl 19, Bloom of the Golden Lily Lvl 5, Refine Lvl 20, Sense Ailment Lvl 33, Sixth Sense Lvl 22, Mending Stream Lvl 45, Water Jet Lvl 28, Water Manipulation Lvl 15

Scratching his head, Simon wondered whether this would be enough. He had put a lot into his Physical Stats, just so he wasn’t too imbalanced, but-

He couldn’t wait much longer. The two Champions had been here for months now, marshalling their forces, recruiting people. They didn’t really mind what you did once you pledged, but if they called you, you had to come to battle, where you would receive increased experience and skill gains. Simon needed that, to catch up, even if he could only support. It was time.

A noise made Simon look up. Reflexively, his Sixth Sense skill flared to work, scanning, but there didn’t appear to be any danger. Instead… it felt like some sort of opportunity. Here, on the day he planned on finally leaving, an opportunity…?

Bemused, Simon Bliss trotted forward, out of his small area, carefully moving through the underbrush. Rather than a monster, like Simon had worried, it was a person, collapsed on the ground.

Immediately, Simon sensed something was wrong based on the posture. In addition, the man’s shoulder appeared to be bleeding, and… his shoes were stolen? What sorta asshole monsters-

This thought focused Simon’s attention once more. He carefully scanned the surrounding area, looking for the culprit. The man wouldn’t have just been… dumped here, would he…?

But looking at the man with the perspective of his earlier thoughts, Simon’s heart sank. Of course, he must have had a good sort of equipment as footwear, and had been beaten and left to die. Or even beaten, where he had wandered here, looking for Simon for aid, for healing…

The man had black hair to his shoulders, and was wearing some strange sort of leather garb. Perhaps he was related to the Wild Rider…?

A twig snapped nearby, and Simon jumped, his Sixth Sense scanning wildly, consuming his Stamina without a thought. But it was nothing, just a small animal. Timidly, Simon crept forward, out of the cover of the trees, towards the man. Once he was in range, Simon activated Sense Ailment, his senses extending towards the man.

Immediately his senses recoiled, and Simon was sent reeling, his mind nearly splitting from the vicious pain that tore through him. His Sense Ailment didn’t give him much traditional information, it simply reproduced the ails the other was feeling in Simon’s body, at only a fraction. None of the other pains, even complex fractures that left a grown man crying, had even swayed Simon, who admitted his tolerance for pain was pretty low.

The fact he was experiencing that sort of head pain was unimaginable. Some sort of head trauma…?

More fearful for the man’s life now than he was nervous, Simon hurried closer, rolling him over. It looked like the man hadn’t shaven in a few days, but it was hard to tell with all the dried blood on his face. In addition, there was a pretty deep wound on his stomach, which would need looked at.

Simon grimaced. He really, truly was trying to leave his safe haven. He couldn’t in good conscious, just leave the man there, right?