Genius Regressor Makes Mythic Items

Chapter 28. Special Arena (3)

TL: xLordFifth
ED/PR: The reader

“Dwarf?”

A race, the dwarves, which were supposed to appear only years later.

And there was one, seemingly quite young, lying bloodied on the floor.

‘Now that I think about it, the entry item…’

The entry item, [Doria Mountain Mithril Ore], definitely had information stating it was a sacred place for dwarves.

‘Dwarves, mines, and dragonkin, huh?’

Shimun instinctively realized that this dwarf was key to this special arena.

He hurried over to check the young dwarf’s condition.

“How cruel.”

True to the typically ferocious nature of the dragonkin.

Had they intended to inflict the maximum amount of pain before death?

The young dwarf’s condition was utterly wretched.

‘Her limbs are broken, cuts all over her body, and all the ribs on her left side are fractured.’

It seemed the Philosopher’s Stone too had seen right through the dwarf’s condition.

– Oppa, isn’t it strange that she hasn’t died yet? Wouldn’t it be better to look for other survivors?

The voice was negative.

However.

“I can’t do that.”

Shimun shook his head.

It was not merely out of misplaced sympathy.

Not that he was devoid of such feelings.

But even putting that aside.

‘Given the circumstances so far, the survival of this dwarf has a high probability of significantly impacting the arena.’

This wasn’t a statement made out of arrogance of being a regressor.

Realistically, for a player of his caliber in the Silver Rank.

It would have been impossible to reach this spot so soon after the arena started.

Which means.

‘Originally, this dwarf was supposed to have died before any player could meet her.’

Just like the unidentifiable corpses nearby.

He should have encountered the young dwarf’s corpse already slaughtered.

This implies.

‘It means that this character absolutely shouldn’t have met any player alive.’

As if proving his thoughts.

[The Constellation Zeus sparkles with interest.]

[The Heavenly Demon Constellation gazes with anticipation.]

[The Black Goat Constellation breathes excitedly.]

Didn’t the interest of the three Constellations follow one after another?

There was no need to think further.

Shimun hastily opened his inventory and pulled out the materials he had bought in Agora.

– And what will you do with those? You left all the alchemy tools behind.

‘I’ll make them. I am an alchemist, remember? Forgot?’

– Ah, right, that’s true. You’ve been so focused on human alchemy lately, I thought you’d forgotten.

Shimun made a face at the Philosopher’s Stone’s sassy tone.

However, knowing well that the stone found its reason for existence in alchemy.

‘ I’ll pay attention to alchemy in the future. But let’s focus on the task at hand for now.’

– Really? You promise? And don’t fall for that sly Black Goat!

‘Yeah, yeah.’

Though he didn’t understand why she was wary of the Black Goat.

Shimun placated the Philosopher’s Stone and focused on the young dwarf.

“Ugh….”

With a weak groan, blood mixed with dark red fluid flowed out.

Shimun frowned.

“With his condition, he doesn’t have the strength to hang on much longer…”

He would have to synthesize the potion brewing tools first.

How likely was it that the young dwarf would survive the time it took to synthesize these tools and then brew the potion?

‘We need to change our approach.’

This would take too long.

Having made his decision, Shimun put the ingredients away and raised his alchemy energy.

‘Philosopher’s Stone, let’s do just one alchemy.’

– You mean to heal this guy? But brother, her injuries are so severe that ordinary alchemy won’t cut it.

‘I know. That’s why I plan to use achievement points.’

He had saved these just in case, and thanks to the support of the Constellations, he had gained an additional 1,000 points.

Shimun didn’t hesitate to use the achievement points.

– Then it’s a different story. What do you have in mind?

‘Since the external injuries are severe, we’ll have to look in that direction.’

Shimun’s mind raced.

He soon came up with a alchemy that suited the situation.

‘John Wick. His staff should do the trick.’

While not as versatile in providing buffs as the legendary saintess. The healing power that made John Wick the second-ranked healer in his past life was unrivaled.

To be precise, it was the relic of the constellation Asclepius that supported him, but either way, it was the healing item that propelled John Wick to the number two spot in the world healer rankings. Kim Shimun immediately awakened his alchemy energy and raised his finger.

“The Philosopher’s Stone?”

-Ready! Let’s get started then.

Click.

Kim Shimun’s finger was flicked away.

Then,

[Insufficient alchemy energy for the required alchemy.]

[To establish the necessary equivalent exchange with the Philosopher’s Stone, 500 achievement points are required.]

[Do you accept? (Yes / No)]

A familiar message box appeared before his eyes.

Kim Shimun licked his lips upon seeing the required achievement points.

“He should be ranked lower than Zeus, but it’s priced the same as Astrape.”

As if to console Kim Shimun’s disappointment,

-Normally, as you expected, it would be cheaper than Astrape, around 300 points would have sufficed.

The Philosopher’s Stone spoke in a calm tone.

-But that wouldn’t be enough to save this dwarf.

“So, you’re saying more achievement points were used to increase the potency?”

-Right. It’s actually a very inefficient method, but there’s a reason I insisted… You know why?

Kim Shimun, realizing what the silence meant, grimaced bitterly.

“With my current level, even after paying a fair price, I can’t achieve the level of completion needed to heal that child?”

-Exactly. So, I adjusted the price a bit on my own. Fortunately, it was just short by a little, so 500 points were enough.

“If you put it that way, I guess it’s fortunate.”

To create an alchemic product that exceeds the level of an alchemist usually means the cost skyrockets.

“After all, I am still only level 12.”

He had never missed first place, caught a bus driver from Platinum, and was even progressing through a special arena, but still, Kim Shimun was a level 12 player.

He hasn’t even finished ranking placement typical for his level.

But he poured all the residual points earned from leveling up into his alchemy energy.

It’s thanks to alchemy-related bonuses he possessed that he was able to conduct the alchemy around the 500 points mark.

“Well, time will solve this issue. My growth rate is already impressive as it is.”

It was an unimaginable situation in his past life when he suffered from magical inability.

Kim Shimun, who smiled faintly at the memory of his past life, touched the. ‘Yes’ option.

Fizz.

Achievement points were consumed to supplement the insufficient alchemy energy, sparking the alchemy.

After about a second?

Woong.

Above the flicked finger, a small rod reminiscent of Astrape hovered.

One difference from Astrape was clear.

A snake-like thin thread wound around the entire rod like a vine.

Kim Shimun checked the information of the synthesized item.

[Staff of Asclepius]

Grade – Replica (33%)

The staff of the constellation Asclepius.

It’s said to revive even the dead, but for some reason, it can’t fully unleash its power.

“33%, huh? It’s higher completion than I thought.”

-Of course. I’ve pulled an extra 200 points. It’s usually 25%.

“25%? That’s already high.”

The completion of the Astrape used 500 points was only 10%.

Compared to that, the Staff of Asclepius indeed had a higher completion rate.

“The rank of the constellation does have a big impact on the completion rate.”

-Exactly. But you know, you shouldn’t say that out loud, right?

The Philosopher’s Stone lowered its voice.

Kim Shimun easily grasped the reason.

[The constellation Asclepius shows interest in the sudden appearance of the creation.]

The staff’s original owner, the constellation Asclepius, was intrigued.

No matter the hierarchy among the constellations,

Bringing it up in front of them would no doubt hurt their feelings.

[The constellation Asclepius takes a special interest in the fallen patient.]

[The eyes of the constellation Asclepius recognizing you sparkle.]

Was it because the alchemy was aimed at healing a patient?

Asclepius showed deep interest.

“I was worried making it arbitrarily would cause trouble, but this is fortunate.”

Just as Kim Shimun was about to express relief,

[The constellation Black Goat frowns, saying, ‘Watch it, Apollo’s brat.’]

The Black Goat expressed displeasure.

And he wasn’t the only one.

[The constellation Heavenly Demon coughs, ‘Hmm, I don’t think you have a place here… Zeus?’]

[The constellation Zeus fiddles with Astrape, asking, ‘Once more?’]

The Heavenly Demon and Zeus also showed odd reactions for some reason. The constellation Asclepius was taken aback by the constellations around him.

Seeing the sparkling Astrape, Asclepius hastily fled. His interest had completely vanished.

“What? Did we just chase Asclepius away?”

A constellation chasing away another constellation?

Shimun blinked at this absurd situation.

-Kyaha! As expected, rank really does mean privilege. This is good. Now we don’t have to be wary of those lesser constellations when cultivating.

The Philosopher’s Stone could only laugh.

-Come on, oppa? Let’s not bother with such trivial spirits and just get on with the healing. The kid’s going to run out of breath soon.

“Trivial spirit, you say…”

Shimun couldn’t believe it; Asclepius, the constellation that had created the second-best healer ranking, was being referred to as such.

However, having seen Asclepius flee with his own eyes, Shimun approached the young dwarf with a sheepish cough.

Umm.

Was it because he was nearing the patient? Asclepius’s staff reacted by emitting a clear ringing sound. Especially, the coiled snake shape seemed to come to life. The staff continued to whirl, ringing out, and then…

Whooosh!

It emitted a bright light akin to the sacred power used by healers. Then,

“The wounds are healing cleanly.”

The whole body, which had been ravaged by drakan’s axe, was quickly healing.

Crack. Snap.

Broken limbs found their places and healed in an instant. The blood-soaked young dwarf soon found stability. Asclepius’s staff then dissipated into tiny particles.

“Marvelous.”

Could there be a more perfect expression?

“It’s even more wondrous than watching it on broadcast.”

Shimun couldn’t hide his admiration, recalling a scene from John Wick’s broadcast before his regression.

However,

“It’s a pity it doesn’t do payback.”

Perhaps it was too inefficient for a perfect result. He didn’t earn back any achievement points. Contrary to Shimun’s disappointment,

-Crazy… He can heal too?

-What, he uses fists and magic, and now he heals too?

-Healers, please join us.

The chatroom heated up with the astonishing healing power displayed before their eyes. If there was something different now,

-What on earth is in that finger?

-Shimun, by this point, you should share some of that finger power.

-What are you, Doraemon? LOL.

-Help me too! Finger-mon!

-Finger-mon, LOL.

This time, it was not doubt but various jokes and laughter that filled the room. They had somehow reached a state of enlightenment regarding Shimun’s unpredictable abilities.

Unfortunately, Shimun couldn’t see the reactions in the chatroom.

“Are you coming to?”

The young dwarf had regained consciousness.

“Uh…where is this…?”

Struggling to get up, the young dwarf moaned. Shimun smiled gently, stroking the young dwarf’s back. At this, the young dwarf jumped like a startled cat.

“Ah! How…how did a human…? Right! drakan! drakan invaded!”

“Calm down. It’s safe now.”

“Eh? What do you mean…?”

Instead of answering, Shimun gestured with his chin towards the back. Seeing the drakans sprawled out behind him, the dwarf gaped.

“Did you take care of them all?”

“Yes. It’s safe now, so just calm down and let’s talk… Oh!”

Suddenly. The young dwarf threw herself into Shimun’s arms, not giving him a chance to speak further.

“Please! Please help us!!”

Crying out, the dwarf’s tears began to well up.

* * *

Crunch.

The chilling sound of flesh being crushed. Following that, drakan’s body lost its strength and collapsed. With a swift motion. Just like a child playing with a doll, a man effortlessly lifted a body several times larger than his own.

Snap.

With a flick of his fingers, the man split the passageway wall.

“Eyup.”

After tossing the corpse of a drakan into the wall, the man flicked his finger again and seamlessly sealed it back. Despite having witnessed this process several times before,

‘My goodness…’

Marnel could only gape, dumbfounded. Then,

“Marnel, is this the right way?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes! We’re almost there!”

Summoned by Shimun’s call, Marnel bounded ahead, her pigtails fluttering. Shimun caught up and gripped her shoulder, for there was a problem.

“Marnel, it seems we’ve taken a wrong turn? It’s a dead end here.”

As if it had been abruptly cut off on purpose, they faced a dead end. Marnel beamed innocently.

“Hehe! There’s an old saying, ‘A wise dwarf digs nine tunnels.'”

With that, Marnel began feeling around the wall. Before long,

“Found it!”

She pressed and pulled at something on the wall.

Click.

A metallic sound vibrated through the passage.

“A secret passage?”

“Yes. Technically, it’s for elder use only, but we’re in an emergency, right?”

“True. Going through the main gate would take forever.”

“Exactly. And with the dragonkin spread out… The elders will understand!”

Despite having faced life-threatening danger just minutes ago, Shimun smiled at Marnel’s brave demeanor.

‘Such a bright and courageous girl.’

Given the horrors she’d faced, one would expect her to be traumatized. Yet, Marnel showed no fear and even sought Shimun’s help.

‘I hope her hopefulness endures…’

Marnel had requested help accessing the core of the mine. Dwarves not only made their homes but also built defense systems in their mines.

And it was the core of the mine that powered everything. Naturally,

‘Clearing the special arena would greatly benefit from it.’

Gradually, the wall opened, transforming into a door.

“It’s open! Now, once we reboot the defense system, those drakan brutes won’t dare to tread.”

Marnel advanced towards the mine’s core with a cheery voice.

But then,

“We just have to wait for the reinforcements from the Steel Anvil. Maybe even those with keen ears will hear of this…”

Her bright and cheerful voice slowly faded.

And for good reason.

“Ah…”

The central structure, connected by various thick and short pipes and looking undeniably like the heart of the place, was half-destroyed.

“Oh, no!”

Marnel hurried over and inspected the damaged structure.

More accurately,

“Please, let the core be safe!”

She dug through the rubble.

Until her movements suddenly stopped, and she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

“The core…”

‘Is that the core?’

She held what seemed to be fragments of the core in her hand.

‘Recovery seems improbable. Nothing comes easy, after all.’

Observing the scene, Shimun tilted his head, then something struck him.

‘Wait. That shape looks familiar… Ah!’

As if a light bulb went on,

He quickly opened his inventory.

And then,

“We’ve messed up… We’re all going to die! We’re all…”

“To Marnel, who was in despair. Is this core thing, by any chance, this?”

Shimun held out the clear reward from the last arena,

[Powerless Mine Core], to the despondent Marnel.

“Wha? What?!!”

Marnel’s voice and eyes widened to their limits.