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The cold stone floor beneath her feet did little to ground her in reality as she scanned her surroundings—a dimly lit stone house, walls lined with crude wooden furniture, and unfamiliar symbols etched on the surfaces.

"Where… am I?" Su Mu muttered, her voice hoarse. She rubbed her temples, still disoriented. "The last thing I remember is... fighting. But now—"

A voice interrupted her thoughts, familiar yet out of place. "Oh, you\'ve finally woken up. It took you quite some time." It was the Evil Spirit, the entity locked inside within her.

Su Mu blinked. That voice… She narrowed her eyes. Something was different. "Aha? What happened to you?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. "You sound almost...

relieved I\'m not dead."

The change in the Evil Spirit\'s voice was unsettling.

Usually, the spirit\'s tone dripped with annoyance, every word a scolding or a mocking jab at Su Mu\'s incompetence.

But now, there was something softer, something almost… concerned?

"Don\'t flatter yourself, kid," the Evil Spirit retorted, though the familiar edge was missing.

"Do you even realize how serious your situation was? I\'ve warned you—repeatedly—about relying on my power. Your body can barely handle a fraction of it, and yet, you went ahead and overdid it. Again."

Su Mu frowned, the harsh reprimand feeling out of place with the gentleness in the spirit\'s voice.

"I didn\'t have a choice," she mumbled defensively. "We were outnumbered, and those Half-Drow Mages weren\'t going to just let us walk out of there."

A deep sigh echoed in her mind. "Consider yourself lucky you\'re still alive after your little stunt," the spirit muttered, a hint of genuine exhaustion in its tone. "You would\'ve been just another corpse if not for...."

Su Mu\'s mind raced, trying to make sense of everything the Evil Spirit had just said. The cold, hard truth settled into her bones—she blinked, her breath catching in her throat. "You… saved me?"

"Haha, don\'t you feel it?" The Evil Spirit\'s voice cut through her thoughts again, tinged with amusement. "Your body is completely healed now, even your depleted lifespan should have recovered by more than half by now."

Su Mu swallowed hard, her throat still dry from exhaustion. "How is that even possible? You couldn\'t have done it. You said yourself that you\'re limited in my current state," she said, her suspicion deepening.

"Although I could have saved you," the Evil Spirit conceded, its tone calm and almost thoughtful now, "with me unable to use my full powers, I wouldn\'t have been able to recover your lifespan and heal your body at the same time."

Su Mu\'s heart raced, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Her hands trembled as she raised them, feeling the raw power that now flowed through her body.

She absently traced her fingers over her side, the spot where she remembered the sharpest pain, the final blow.

Her memories of the battle against the Half-Drow Mages flashed before her, the moment she felt her strength failing.

Yet now, there was nothing. No scar, no dull ache. Nothing.

Feeling the fog in her mind clearing as the pain melted away. Healed. More than that—restored, almost as if the battle had never happened.

Her body was stronger, more refined. Even her lifespan, something she had always been worried about had been restored.

It was almost too much to believe, she immediately used her professional seed to check her current status.

"How..." Su Mu whispered, trailing off as she looked at her current level, Tier 3. Her level—it had increased. Again.

She had only broken through to Tier 2 three days ago.

Normally, such an evolution to Tier 3 would take months of hard-fought battles and cultivation for her as a Hero Profession. Yet now, she\'s already a Tier 3 awakener.

She clenched her fists, staring down at her hands, at the undeniable strength coursing through her veins. "How did he do this? I don\'t understand."

The Evil Spirit\'s voice slithered back into her thoughts; this time laced with amusement.

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"Heh. You\'re sharper than I expected. So, you already know, don\'t you? Who else could\'ve pulled off such a miracle?"

Su Mu\'s jaw tightened as her suspicions aligned. "Ram," she muttered, the name heavy on her lips.

A mixture of bewilderment and awe rippled through her. \'How could he have done this? His abilities had always been strange, but this—this was beyond anything she\'d ever witnessed.\'

There was a brief pause, something that felt oddly like hesitation from the Evil Spirit. "It\'s beyond me," she admitted slowly. "That kid is even more mysterious than I thought."

"You were inches from death, but whatever he did, it wasn\'t just a simple healing. It restored you back to normal in minutes. Lifespan recovery like that… even I couldn\'t have achieved it in your state."

Su Mu\'s breath caught in her throat.

Ram… His name echoed in her mind, softer this time, tinged with something she couldn\'t quite place—gratitude, confusion, maybe even admiration.

But the question still burned at the edges of her consciousness. How had he done it?

For the first time in a long while, Su Mu felt a sense of vulnerability.

Not from the battle she had survived, but from the growing realization that Ram—someone she had fought beside—was capable of something far beyond her comprehension.

She still recalled the numerous times she had saved his life, yet within a matter of days, he had managed to save hers and even help restore her lifespan.

Initially, she intended to serve as his bodyguard to siphon his lifespan, but now her mind raced with the thought, \'Does he still need my help?\'

The Evil Spirit, sensing her unease, chuckled softly. "Hey stupid kid, don\'t think too much. I already talked to him, seeing him acting all tough in front of me, I think he didn\'t use all of his abilities."

"However, you\'re in his debt now, far larger than when you saved his life. Although he didn\'t care much, debts like these… they don\'t come free." She stopped her words, to let Su Mu think through it on her own.

Su Mu\'s eyes narrowed, her hand instinctively reaching for her weapon.

"I didn\'t ask for his help," she muttered stubbornly, though she couldn\'t ignore the truth in the Evil Spirit\'s words.

She owed him. Whether she liked it or not.

But even deeper than the debt was the lingering thought: What other secrets was Ram hiding?

Su Mu exhaled sharply, finally focusing on the task at hand. The Half-Drow Mages were still out there, and she wasn\'t going to let this debt stop her... "But first—I need to find Ram."

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