Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World-Chapter 63: Leaving the Wastes

My hands shook as I held the communicator in my hands. This was it; I had finally made it.

Carefully grasping it between my hands, I turned it on and began tinkering through its controls.

I can make phone calls with this thing, right? I questioned myself while inputting a familiar number inside. Once ensuring that I hadn’t made any mistakes, I pressed the call.

A ringing sound resounded through the line until, finally, someone picked up.

"Who is this?" A gruff voice came from the other side, causing a sense of relief to wash over my body.

"It’s me, Uncle Mordek," I answered in a somewhat raspy voice. "I don’t exactly know where I am, but can you come pick me up?"

Once I had finished the call with Uncle Mordek, I ordered Wraith and Primarch to set up the tent. It was going to take a while for them to track down my exact coordinates, much less come here to get me. It was best if I made myself comfortable.

Once they were done setting the tent, Primarch took me inside and helped me to settle down. Once that was done wraith handed me the storage card and I began checking the last of my supplies.

"They better come here fast." I murmured to myself, looking at the last of my food and water supplies.

Splitting up with the group had further dented my already low water supplies. With my current supplies, even if I rationed at the best of my abilities I wasn’t going to last more than four days.

My original plan had been to simply walk out of this hell alone without bothering my family, but that idea had quickly changed since the moment I had gotten hurt. It had been several days, yet the pain from my injuries was still echoing throughout my body; I had lost my leg and forget about walking, even looking at my surroundings without hallucinating itself had become a challenge.

I also needed to regrow my leg, meaning that I needed the absolute best medical care I could get.

Now, that wasn’t going to happen with whatever credit I had left in my bank account. In the end, the only option I had left was to call the only person in the family who wasn’t disappointed in me, considered me an embarrassment, or didn’t hate my guts.

"I’ll just put my faith in him." Saying so, I laid back down on the ground.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait for too long. It wasn’t even the morning of the second day when Raven witnessed a cloud of smoke approaching my location from the north.

I immediately called back Raven and simply waited as a large caravan of arcanists riding on beasts resembling rhinos rushed towards my tent.

Reaching my location the beasts haulted as a group of arcanists dawning obsidian black armour dismounted and walked towards the tent.

"My Lord?" One of them asked.

Taking a deep breath, I summoned almost all of my strength and walked out of the tent.

A series of surprised gasps and widening eyes resounded in the area the moment I placed my wooden leg out of the tent, and it only increased as I revealed more of my injured body.

Even the man in front, with long black hair, possibly the troop’s head, widened his eyes before composing himself and getting on one knee.

The rest of the arcanists came to their senses as well, immediately following his example.

"My name is Kaelix Vryn and I sincerely apologise for the delay my lord, we would have surely made haste if we had known you were this injured." The man spoke causing a smile to appear on my face.

"There is no need for formalities; I am not exactly your lord anymore, am I?"

"Anyone who has the blood of The Great Rylan running through his veins is and will always be our lord."

"I see." I simply answered, smiling. "Well, your lord needs immediate medical attention."

"I can see that My Lord." Kaelix immediately rushed up to me to help me to walk. Supporting my shoulder he took me towards one of the empty carriages in the back and laid me down on the bed. At the same time several figures dressed in white armored clothing rushed towards me and begin taking off my clothes and assessing my injuries.

"Please rest and heal, My Lord, you are in safe hands now," Kaelix assured me before turning around and leaving the carriage.

"My lord, please count in reverse from one to ten." One of the doctors spoke while taking out a needle and inserting it into my hand.

"Ten, nine..." I dutifully obeyed, feeling the carriage around me slowly transform in a blur,

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my doctors take some materials out of their spatial storage and begin setting them up on the carriage floor, the small bed I was lying on. One of them took out some red paste-like material and began drawing around my wounds.

"Take some sunflair salt and apply it to the le- ." The doctor’s words were cut off as my surroundings soon became completely dark; before I knew it, I had already lost consciousness.

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When I woke up I found myself face to face with an unfamiliar ceiling. The look of the white ceiling made me pause for a second before the memories began coming back to my head.

"Oh yeah, Uncle Mordek rescued me," I mumbled before inspecting my body.

The pain was mostly gone; that was good. I was just relishing in the thought of finally being able to walk on my two legs when a sudden thought entered my mind; not wasting a second, I immediately threw the thin white sheet covering my lower body to check on my leg.

"Thank god." I let out a sigh of relief, looking at my new leg grown out in place of the previous stump.

Excited I tried to lift it up and move it around when a sudden voice interrupted me.