Resurrection Chapter 59 - Terminal Concept Syndrome Patient

Since he was still holding me, I hastily pushed him away. From the looks of it, his back, shoulders, and forearms were all covered in burns. The bleeding from his temple, where the Trishula had grazed him, was also severe. His head hadn’t been split open, but he was bleeding so much I thought he might die from excessive blood loss. Seeing the blood flowing even onto me, I practically screamed.

“Blood, the blood! We need to treat it quickly…!”

I frantically rummaged inside my clothes for a potion, but he reached out, lifted my chin, and asked.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

I snapped without realizing it.

“Of course I’m fine! You’re the one who’s in trouble right now!”

My opponent was Ulfheðinn, but since he had Heesoo hyung’s face, the honorifics didn’t come out in the urgent situation. I fumbled for the emergency vials I had tucked neatly inside my belt.

I had moved all the large-capacity potions to my dimension pocket, but it goes without saying that a hunter should always carry the essentials on his person. So I always carried the most necessary emergency drugs in thin, long vials the size of my little finger, loaded inside my belt like bullets.

I picked out a potion with a healing function and was about to take it out when Ulfheðinn pulled my chin again. Just as I was about to say something like, “Why are you doing that when I need to apply the potion first?”

Ulfheðinn crashed his lips against mine.

“Mph…!”

Again!

Angry, I pushed against his chest and clenched my fists, intending to land a punch. But for some reason?

When our lips actually met, I felt strange.

A mixture of relief at having barely escaped that fiery hell and something like elation that Heesoo hyung had somehow survived that archdemon.

Noticing my hesitation, Ulfheðinn squeezed my hand tightly. Then he spread my fingers, interlaced them with his, and pushed me down.

As I was pinned under his body, which had become twice as heavy as before, my breath caught with a gasp, but I couldn’t refuse his kiss. Submerged in an unidentifiable poignant feeling, I just let him kiss my lips several times and stir deeply inside.

“Mmmph… Mm, mmm…”

A low nasal sound escaped, and before I knew it, I felt the corners of my eyes growing damp. Am I getting old? Why have I been crying so often lately?

It seemed like my tears hadn’t had a chance to dry since I saw Heesoo hyung die. A grown man crying his eyes out, how pathetic. The moment I had that thought, the realization that my opponent was not Heesoo hyung but Ulfheðinn struck me.

No, I’d rather kiss Heesoo hyung than this bastard!

My mind snapped to attention, and I whipped my head to the side.

“Stop it.”

Ignoring my cold attitude, Ulfheðinn lowered the tip of his nose to my exposed neck. He then rubbed his lips against my cheek, jaw, and around my neck, panting.

It wasn’t just because of excitement. I noticed that his body was strangely cold.

Since he was completely naked, I couldn’t not know. It seemed his condition had worsened due to the burns and excessive bleeding.

After a fierce battle with the archdemon and a brawl with Yaksha, his HP and MP must be at rock bottom by now. No, maybe they were already at rock bottom, and he was barely holding on through the divine descent.

I squirmed, trying to shake off his hand, and said.

“Ulfheðinn, please go back! I need to treat Heesoo hyung. It’s dangerous to continue!”

Ulfheðinn paid no heed to my plea. On the contrary, he added more strength to his previously gentle touch.

With my hands clasped by his and pinned under his chest, I couldn’t move an inch. It was no different from walking into a trap of my own accord, so I just shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Ulfheðinn! Heesoo hyung might die at this rate! Please, please go back!”

“Hah, hah.”

Instead of responding to my demand, he bit and tore my t-shirt, which was full of holes. Then he buried the tip of his nose in my exposed bare skin.

The breath moistening my chest made my whole body flush hot. Leaning on me as I struggled and thrashed, he muttered.

“What on earth did Yaksha do to you?”

“That has nothing to do with Ulfheðinn! This isn’t the time to discuss such things. Please, please go back!”

“Just thinking about you in that man’s arms makes me feel like I’m going crazy.”

“No, you’re already a Berserker, where is there to go crazy… More importantly, please go back!”

“Yitae, Yitae.”

Ulfheðinn called the name that Heesoo hyung couldn’t easily say, far too easily. His tone made me feel that the person crushing me was not Heesoo hyung.

I had been putting up with it because he had saved Heesoo hyung from the fiery hell, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot my knee upward with all my might. The knee struck the vital spot directly.

No matter how much of an Ulfheðinn he was, as long as he was in a human body, he couldn’t be insensitive to pain. Taking advantage of Ulfheðinn’s flinch, I pulled my hand free and threw a punch.

THWACK!

Ulfheðinn was thrown to the side, and I immediately mounted his side. I didn’t stop punching, intending to finish him off completely.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I was hitting him with all my strength without realizing it, but something felt strange. Ulfheðinn wasn’t resisting at all and was lying limp with his eyes closed.

I gasped and stopped punching. Then I hurriedly checked on Heesoo hyung.

“Hyung, hyung?”

Seeing his unresponsive form, I quickly checked for a pulse under his jaw. There was no response. It was the same when I bent down and put my ear to his nose.

Oh my god. Did I just beat Heesoo hyung to death?

Tears welled up, and I shouted in frustration.

“I told you to go when you had the chance!”

There was no choice. The only way was to revive him with Resurrection.

Actually, from the moment I saw his condition, I had a thought that this might be for the best. The burns were so severe that a few small potions wouldn’t solve the problem.

However, I had used up all my MP on the teleport, so I couldn’t use Resurrection right now. Fortunately, thanks to the fairy dust Min Gongchan had given me, my MP recovery speed was fast. It seemed I could wait for my MP to fill up, revive Heesoo hyung, and then escape the dungeon.

With the tension eased, I sank to the ground. Only then did I realize that Heesoo hyung was naked, and I fumbled to take off my leather jacket.

The well-done leather jacket was on the verge of crumbling, but I had nothing else to cover him with. I used it to respectfully cover Heesoo hyung’s groin. After doing that, I finally noticed how Heesoo hyung’s body had changed.

First, he was taller. At the very least, he seemed to be over 190 cm. His frame was also bigger. His shoulders were as wide as the Pacific Ocean, and his limbs were long and slender, reminiscent of a sword or a spear.

His muscles weren’t absurdly large like Yoon Younghyun’s but were highly compressed and dense. He looked incredibly strong just by looking, and I marveled, thinking, “So this is the body of a Lv. 61, S-rank hunter.”

I reached out and groped him without thinking, then came to my senses with a start.

What am I trying to do while Heesoo hyung is unconscious… no, dead?

I cleared my throat with a hem hem and sat back down, when a certain fact suddenly struck me, and I felt a sudden chill.

I’m alone with Heesoo hyung’s corpse.

For some reason, it was creepy, and I shivered. Then I forcibly shifted my thoughts in another direction, thinking, “Well, I’m going to revive him soon, so what does it matter?”

Gradually, the things I had forgotten in my rush to escape the pandemonium with just my life came to mind one by one. First, Heesoo hyung’s greatsword was shattered, and I didn’t know where my magic sword was either. More importantly…

“Min Gongchan!”

I shot up, my face pale. I belatedly looked around, but Min Gongchan was nowhere to be seen.

It was only natural. Only Heesoo hyung and I had teleported. Min Gongchan had taken the attack Yaksha sent and collapsed, and I didn’t know where he had gone. It was highly likely that he had been burned without a trace in the fiery hell created by the Scorching Archdemon at the cost of its own life.

Horrified by my own thoughtlessness, I stared at the northeast where the valley was. A fire was spreading from there. It wasn’t a tidal wave of fire like in the valley, but I could see the forest beyond the open land turning to ash.

Sparks of fire were raining down like rain from the sky where a firestorm was raging. Since they were also falling on the open land, the fire would soon spread. This swampy area wouldn’t be completely safe either. It was right to get out of the dungeon as soon as I revived Heesoo hyung.

I muttered a curse.

“That bastard, if only he hadn’t stepped in for me, he wouldn’t have gone.”

I could see Yaksha surviving, but it was hard to think that Min Gongchan, who wasn’t even an Awakened, had survived that fiery hell. It was right to assume he had become kindling, but he was wearing mithril armor, so you never know.

Mithril was an all-purpose material with strong defense and durability, and resistance to fire, poison, and magic. Since he was covered from head to toe in what was said to be the best among mystical metals, he might still be breathing.

If so, I had to go rescue him.

I glanced back at Heesoo hyung for a moment. I felt uneasy leaving his corpse behind, but I had no choice. With the goal of getting back as quickly as possible, I used the little mana I had recovered and teleported.

“Aaaaargh…! Ugh, ugh, ugh…!”

Min Gongchan writhed, screaming from the pain of his entire body melting. A strong arm held him down and poured a potion on him.

A hot yet cool sensation enveloped his entire body, and the extreme pain slowly subsided. But the pain of being roasted alive did not go away easily.

Min Gongchan lifted his head, clutching his trembling body with both hands. His blackened mithril armor and the dimension pocket he had stuffed inside the armor were rolling around next to him. Although it looked like a lump of charcoal, he wouldn’t have survived the fiery hell if it hadn’t been for the mithril.