Undying Warlord

44 Kathrine



[[Ring of Yarad]

Can materialize 100 liters of water every 24 hours. Requires a total of 5 Units of Mana!

[+0.1 Mana]]

With the Ring of Yarad in his possession, there was no need to fear a shortage of water, once the water supply to the hospital was cut off.

If he were to focus on creating water for the sole purpose of drinking, 50 Survivors could quench their thirst from it.

Even considering that there might be more Survivors in the future, consuming less than 2 liters a day would be fine as well.

As such, one of his biggest future worries evaporated just like that.

Wearing the Ring of Yarad, Dilan attached the bow to the new backpack before storing away the Tierat Dagger.

It provided an enhancement of 0.2 Agility, but this was useless for Dilan.

The Clawed Gloves were counted as weapons, and only the enhancement of a single weapon could be in effect at once.

There might be exceptions, but the Clawed Gloves didn’t count as one!

Thus, the Tierat dagger would be handed over to Oliver to boost his stats, just to gift him one of the War Krendel’s claws.

Meanwhile, Ailee with her archer mastery was bound to have good use of the Cold-metal Bow. As long as she was capable of manufacturing arrows, there would be no problem.-.

Dilan didn’t mind the others all that much, but Ailee and Oliver could be groomed into powerful Ascenders.

But for that, he would have to become powerful and an expert first.

Clearly recalling the words of the young woman who had saved him from near death, Dilan smiled weirdly as he walked out of the left corridor.

It was already close to lunchtime, which meant that he had spent more than seven hours on the second floor.

His condition had improved a lot in the last few hours, but he was still far from having fully recuperated.

With that in mind, he ignored the uncomfortable feeling as he activated the [Regeneration] ability once again.

Afterward, he walked out of the left corridor.

Dilan was at ease, and only heard the sound of a few footsteps from the stairways that led to the third floor.

They were right next to the elevator, which Dilan had to pass to get to the stairs to return to the cafeteria.

When he turned to look to his right, his eyes fell on a young woman with a height of around 1.65 meters.

She had long black hair cascading down her back.

In the faint rays of the sun that shone through the windows of the hospital, her hair seemed to glimmer in a faint purplish touch. It was a stark contrast to her pitch-black eyes which looked like the abyss.

The moment their gazes locked, her eyes seemed to devour him.

Shivers ran down Dilan’s spine, and he fumbled a bit as he smiled lightly.

He was sure that the young woman, who looked like a student in her early 20s was the same woman who had rescued him.

Because Dilan was certain of that, he was not wary of her and continued to smile.

Upon taking a proper look at her, Dilan realized that she was truly beautiful.

She was wearing casual clothes that hid her physique pretty well, but her face alone was enough to tell that she was gorgeous.

Long eyelashes highlighted her eyes, while her pretty facial features made it seem as if she walked straight out of a commercial.

But her appearance was not what Dilan paid most attention to.

He saw that the woman was exhausted, most likely drained of mana, and she had suddenly come across him which was the reason for the slight astonishment flashing through her eyes.

‘How is he already able to walk?’ She couldn’t help but wonder.

It was not as if she had wanted to leave him dying. But, enacting her plan had been her priority at that moment. Now that her plan had failed miserably, she wanted to take a look at him.

Nonetheless, seeing that he was faring much better than expected was quite baffling.

“You…How?” She just asked, as her eyes gave him a quick once over.

“Do you mean how I am still alive? Or how I am already healed?”

Dilan just returned her question with questions of his own, the left corner of his lips turned into a smirk.

However, instead of wasting more time, he decided to stop playing around. Thus, he answered her before she could,

“Well, I think around six hours or so passed since you went upstairs, so I had more than enough time to recuperate, I guess.

I have quite a few broken bones, and it hurts, but overall, I look quite decent, don’t I?”

Dilan never really had problems striking a conversation with others.

It was just that he never really took the effort to initiate a conversation with others even before the Primordial Ascension.

He noticed that she was sizing him up, to gauge the truth behind his comment about his looks and injuries, which caused her to frown deeply.

She noticed the Bow, the gloves that were covered in brown scales, and the neat-looking ring.

They were all new goods, which was quite easy to deduce, but the young woman didn’t really bother about it.

Her mood was still down because she had been unable to pass the third floor.

As such, she couldn’t care less about the kind of equipment Dilan got or anything else related to him.

“I’m Dilan Cier. Thanks for saving me earlier!” He introduced himself, knowing that he would have died without her help.

Even if he was not a person of many words, Dilan felt the need to thank her.

The young woman just nodded her head before replying,

“Kathrine Berg. No problem.”

Kathrine knew that Dilan would have been able to kill the big monster by himself if his equipment had been strong enough at that time.

Thus, she believed that she only gave him a helping hand to finish it off.

However, Dilan was of a different opinion but that was not something Kathrine could be bothered about right now.

Clearly seeing the expression on Kathrine’s face and following her gaze that flitted to the stairs to see if some monster had followed her, Dilan tilted his head.

“If you need to go up later again, why don’t you come with us to the cafeteria for some time? There are a few more Survivors. Most of them are fine, I guess.”

Dilan just got an idea that had to do with several ideas that flashed through his mind.

Kathrine seemed to be determined to reach the third floor, even if it was just to pass through it and go higher.

The fact that she was not strong enough showed that she had to level up, which meant that she could either use the Gate to level up, or go out of the hospital and hunt together with them.

Her lightning bolt was powerful, and Kathrine didn’t seem to be scared to fight.

There might not be a reason for Dilan to trust her, but she saved him once and was ready to fight, giving him more than enough reason to think highly of her.

However, at the end of the day, Dilan didn’t fully trust all of the Survivors, even if there were some that he regarded highly.

And Kathrine had saved his life as well, giving her some extra points!

Thus, he hoped that she would join them.

“Other Surviviors…?” Kathrine asked in confusion after she heard what Dilan said. Her mood improved for a moment only to plummet just a second later as she thought,

‘I doubt that she would have reached the cafeteria from the fourth floor, that’s unlikely. Either, she is up there, or….dead…’

Clenching her fists, she looked upward once again before frowning deeply as a frustrated sigh escaped her mouth.

“Why don’t you level up before you try it again? My first impression might not be the best, but look at it from a different perspective; My condition was worse than a zombie’s, and now I’m perfectly fine…well I’m alive and able to fight again!”

Kathrine turned her head to look at Dilan, whose entire body was drenched in his own blood and the sleeves of his tracksuit were torn ad hanging limply from his shoulders.

But even then, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

‘Bad impression, my foot!!’


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