Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 798 - 40: Old Ba’s Must-Eat Rankings Top 0

The rescue efforts led by Lance were progressing smoothly, but it seemed that not everyone on the scene shared this sentiment.

Evelyn, the old doctor at the camp, the brave young man, and even Little Dark, all focused their eyes on Ethan after Lance suddenly muttered something unintelligible.

"This is part of the treatment process, it's a normal phenomenon."

Ethan had to explain to the newcomers who were dealing with Old Ba for the first time.

It's easy to understand, actually, similar to how many people under general anesthesia in modern medicine babble nonsensically as a normal physiological reaction.

"There are... tentacles emerging from his wound, is this also normal?"

Evelyn expressed her doubt, voicing the concerns of everyone present. The onlookers nodded repeatedly; while it seemed Lance was indeed alive, the way he survived was rather bizarre.

"This isn't a bad thing."

Ethan hoped they would focus on the positive and optimistic side of things, "This is all part of the treatment, you should think positively. Lance has acquired a foreign language skill, which is a deal with no loss!"

In these fast-paced times, where jobs are increasingly hard to find, everyone knows the importance of mastering a foreign language. Considering the fluent chant in the Old God's Followers' language that Lance just blurted out, should he ever decide to leave his occupation as a swordsman, translation could be a new option for him.

This is the trend of social development now, especially in the context of the revival of more and more Old Gods entering human society. This foreign language skill is quite popular, and it's personally guided by Old Ba himself; such an opportunity is beyond ordinary people's wildest dreams.

It's no exaggeration to say, if the followers of Bazatous, represented by the Nightmare Witch, heard about this, they would drool with excitement.

Having spent considerable time together, Ethan had also learned a persuasion technique specialized in Bazatous. Even with old friends, it's important to have a way of asking for help. Communication is the key; if you praise Lance's noble spirit and soul, or commend him for adhering to his swordsman duties, fighting to the last moment to protect people during a summoning ceremony, Old Ba might find you both verbose and uninteresting.

Therefore, Ethan adopted a different phrasing.

He told Old Ba that he discovered a great talent for Bazatous' art in another world. This person's ultimate move is self-destructing, engaging in deadly battles when angered, riddling himself with wounds, bleeding like a fountain!

Upon hearing this, Old Ba couldn't sit still.

Lance not only received treatment from Bazatous but also a premium VIP package.

Ethan named this persuasion technique "Old Ba's Must-eat List Top0," thinking that any future believers of Bazatous could adopt similar rhetoric when communicating with their great and omnipotent Celestial Father.

The subsequent treatment lasted nearly five more minutes. Although still filled with doubt, Evelyn didn't continue raising questions. Today, she had encountered too many strange things, undergoing a process of shattered and reorganized worldview. She understood that as long as Lance could be healed, what's wrong with tentacles?

Why do people smile at the sight of Holy Light, yet show expressions of fear and unease when they see tentacles?

Does this imply they're guilty of racial discrimination?

During the silence, Evelyn reflected deeply within, aspiring to become a better person.

Finally, the strange language ceased, and after the anesthesia faded, the severely injured Lance regained his ability to communicate normally. He sat on the altar, looking down at his hands. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

He recalled using a forbidden art passed down from his homeland during the battle with the four attackers. He burned his soul in exchange for victory in the battle, hanging on until Ethan and the others appeared. He had vaguely seen the two humans and a cat running towards him, and his remaining strength dissipated.

He should have died, this was an irreparable soul wound even the Great Sage Sera couldn't mend, yet now...

Not only did his injuries heal, but they also brought unexpected benefits, as his body felt filled with boundless strength.

The reborn state made him feel like a new person. More importantly, he seemed to have broken some kind of boundary; the forbidden art no longer sapped his soul. Instead, the intense emotions stirring within him made him want to incorporate it into his everyday life.

Driven by this inexplicable restlessness, Lance clenched his right fist, causing his entire right arm to swell. The forbidden art immediately resulted in a wound on his arm, with blood gushing instantly, yet this time there was neither pain nor irresistible exhaustion. Instead, there was an indescribable exhilaration, as though his soul was nourished.

If he had to say something...

Perhaps only "V'cu... shaa...'thee!" could describe his current state.

"This... this still isn't healed!"

Evelyn immediately became unsettled again.

"Don't worry, Evelyn, this was only to prove my hypothesis."

Lance quickly explained, "I feel great now, even better than ever before!"

This transformative feeling...

When the forbidden art no longer consumed his soul and became an ordinary skill he could unleash at any time, the people here likely couldn't comprehend what this meant for a swordsman, let alone his homeland.

Lance released his clenched fist, allowing the muscles in his right arm to return to normal. Squirming tentacles once again emerged from his wound, and within seconds, the densely clustered wound that could trigger trypophobia healed completely.