The Healer's Appearance

Blair finally pulled himself together.

This craftsman, who had once brought all kinds of great inventions to the tribe, threw himself fully back into building the coastal defenses.

The people of the tribe faced the crisis of sea monster invasions, and a period of all-hands-on-deck defensive operations began.

Everyone's work was arranged in a tight schedule.

Barlow trained every tribe member with talent in archery.

Blair directed the craftsmen to build watchtowers and weapons along the coast.

People quickly combined [wooden carts] with [bows].

The craftsmen attempted to create a giant bow that could hunt Giant Monsters, requiring several people to operate at once.

But making such a weapon still seemed difficult.

Regardless.

People still overcame difficulties, researching the possibilities of various weapons.

Beyond that.

The insects controlled by the Abigail Flower were also silently helping the tribe's people.

The tribe soon discovered that the Rot Spirit Flower was directing these insects, enlightening the people in every aspect of life.

When the Rot Spirit Dragonfly flew low through the crowd, rain would follow.

Thus, people learned they were messengers of rain.

Some Rot Spirit Earthworms burrowed into the soil, and after that, the Tree Cassava in that plot grew better than in ordinary ground.

This showed they were laborers sent by the divine messenger to improve the land.

"Besides the ants that deliver the oracle, the other Rot Spirit Insects are also helping us!"

The tribe was overjoyed at this.

For the first time, people were astonished to realize that these humble creatures could be so useful to their lives.

Before this, they had overlooked these tiny beings.

Within the tribe, some people gained new professions by observing these Rot Spirit Insects.

[The Abigail Flower you bestowed has enlightened the wisdom of the tribe's people.]

[New professions have appeared in the tribe as a result.]

[One of your followers has unlocked a new color.]

[You can switch Anchor Points to view.]

Mona quickly switched the anchor point.

He saw the new profession that had appeared in the tribe.

It was [Healer].

[Healer lv1] Huxter

[Age]: 40

[Talents]: "Dexterous Hands lv1" "Spirituality lv1"

[Knowledge]: "Medical Skill lv1" "Anatomy lv1" "Herbalism lv2"

[Sequence]: None

[A healer with knowledge of herbs and shallow understanding of anatomy, but rather than saving lives and healing wounds, this healer appears to have a more fanatical heart for the divine and pure medical knowledge.]

Huxter was the newly appointed elder in charge of herbs.

His knowledge of herbs was very rich.

"Herbalism lv2": Able to easily identify the shapes and uses of various plants, simply blending them into low-grade medicines.

It could be said.

In this era where people still couldn't recognize various diseases.

Huxter had already learned to blend different herbs, attempting to treat various ailments.

However.

Among the elders, the tribe members somewhat disliked him.

They even feared this elder who treated the sick.

Because Huxter was obsessed with his strange medical experiments.

Often, he would have some tribe members who were severely ill and beyond cure try his newly blended herbs.

Sometimes, after the sick tribe members drank the medicine.

Not only did they not recover.

It only grew worse.

In the end, they died in agony, blood seeping from every orifice.

Yet Huxter felt not a shred of guilt.

He merely coldly dissected his tribesmen's corpses into bloody, mangled heaps, calling it a necessary lesson in medicine.

But this behavior was beyond the understanding of the people back then.

Especially the kin of the deceased.

They were particularly enraged by Huxter's desecration of the dead.

Although.

Huxter's temperament bore some resemblance to Blair's.

He was far more arrogant and aloof than the latter.

Faced with those who did not understand him.

Huxter only showed a cold and dismissive attitude:

"Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well make some contribution to the tribe within their means."

In response to this.

The people finally erupted in fury.

"If it were your family being hacked to pieces like this, how would you feel?"

Hearing this.

Huxter instead smiled.

"Of course, you may."

"If I die one day, you can do whatever you want with my corpse and my children's—trample and defile them. If that quells your anger, then so much the better."

As if struck by a thought, he added piously.

"Of course, I would rather you use my corpse to do something meaningful for the tribe. That would please the gods as well."

These words left the tribesmen present exchanging glances, all momentarily speechless.

In the end, the angry people had no choice but to give up on this incomprehensible elder.

From then on, few came to seek treatment from this highly skilled elder.

But a turning point soon arrived.

After the birth of the Abigail Flower.

This Huxter, despised by his tribesmen, developed an abnormal obsession with the death-bloom bestowed by the gods.

He repeatedly begged Richie for the right to dissect the dead Rot Spirits, to better study the mysteries of the Rot Spirit Flower granted by the gods.

Once permission was granted.

Huxter immediately filled his home with the corpses of dead insects.

Staring at the insects that showed no signs of decay, he suddenly conceived a bold idea.

"Since the gods are enlightening us that these Rot Spirit Insects are of great use to people's lives."

"Then could these Rot Spirit Insects be used as medicine?"

This thought took root and sprouted in his mind the moment it appeared.

Through relentless research.

Huxter discovered a miraculous Rot Spirit Insect—the Giant Cockroach.

This insect was abundant on the island, originally a highly pathogenic creature.

Merely touching their secretions would cause people's skin to break out in red rashes. Huxter himself had once suffered swollen skin from accidentally contacting this bug.

But somehow, after being parasitized by the Rot Spirit Flower.

The Giant Cockroach, now covered in blue hyphae, lost all its pathogenicity.

As if.

The miraculous Rot Spirit Flower had purified these insects for the people.

Huxter soon conducted countless trials with this Rot Spirit Giant Cockroach on himself and his sons, and indeed discovered its medicinal value.

For treating wounds and festering sores, the corpse of this Rot Spirit Giant Cockroach proved highly effective.

Huxter made further improvements.

He used the Rot Spirit Giant Cockroach as a base, blending it with herbs to create an improved medicinal powder.

In an unquestioning tone, he ordered the tribesmen to bring several patients dying from back sores, and applied the insect-herb powder to their bodies.

When some learned the powder was made from those disgusting Giant Cockroaches, they couldn't help but be startled.

"Elder Huxter is at it again with his morbid experiments."

"Report this to the chieftain immediately—this time, no matter what, we have to make him strip Huxter of his elder position."

The furious crowd only saw Huxter indulging in his strange, twisted hobby of tormenting people.

But.

Just as the indignant clansmen were about to report this to Chieftain Richie.

A miracle appeared.

Those few clansmen who had been on the verge of death actually recovered in less than a week.

To the clansmen, this was simply unbelievable.

Such massive back sores had always been nearly incurable in the tribe.

No one expected that Huxter had actually managed to save them with his bizarre methods.

This forced the clansmen to re-evaluate this eccentric elder.

At the same time.

After more than twenty years of arduous journeying, Huxter had finally truly become a Healer.

[Healer lv1]: A life-saving profession obtained only after years of accumulating vast medical knowledge and experience, with a track record of successfully curing various ailments.

"It seems becoming a Healer is far harder than obtaining other professions."

Mona looked at the profession's description.

He couldn't help recalling memories from his human days.

In his hazy recollections, becoming a recognized Healer in his original world was an extremely difficult task—some even spent a fortune to take shortcuts.

But in this world, in this era, there were no shortcuts to becoming a Healer.

In a sense.

It was even harder.

Huxter had spent decades stumbling through trial and error before finally earning the Healer profession.

And by successfully saving those whom others deemed impossible to save—the dying—he managed to turn around his reputation within the tribe.

Though the clansmen still feared him.

His standing had improved considerably compared to before.

In fact, quite a few apprentices voluntarily came to study medicine under him.

Under Huxter's guidance.

More [Healers] gradually emerged within the tribe.

Of course, [Healer] remained the most difficult profession to obtain in the tribe.

Currently, only a handful of clansmen had successfully acquired this profession.

But even so, the shadow of illness that had loomed over the tribe was finally pushed back a little.