Ark Undead

Zofia was getting angry; she believed that the Undead were just making up a story to deceive her.

Even if someone doesn't die, so what if they are infected? As long as they don't use it in the Knights Tournament, it won't affect their identity in any way.

Furthermore, Zofia and Maria will not feel alienated from the Undead because of their status as Infected.

Because the Undead are genuinely teaching Maria, using their own combat experience to help her grow.

Zofia could see that.

But Zofia didn't understand that the Undead hadn't lied to her; this was the essence of the spell.

Even the immortals are somewhat helpless.

If Zofia hadn't been willing to believe and try, she certainly wouldn't have been able to pull off a miracle.

Even if she were willing, it would require a long period of practice to use it.

Aside from believers who have personally witnessed the miracles performed by ancient gods, no one can replicate it in a short period of time.

Nobody's here!

"It's true!"

Little Kuranta cheered excitedly, as if he had found something fun.

Maria's cheers drew their attention away from each other and onto Maria.

"What's real? You don't actually believe it...?"

Zofia was about to make Maria face reality. But as soon as she turned her head, she saw a light similar to that in the hands of the undead emanating from Maria's empty left hand.

Miracle (Recovery)

Even the radiance was exactly the same as the one the Undead had just used—the same soft white light, slightly tinged with gold.

However, the light was still too weak, like the difference between the moon and the stars.

But the light was undeniably there, right in Maria's left hand. And her portable staff was now firmly gripped in her right hand.

"Maria?!"

Even the immortals were briefly stunned.

She had never witnessed the ancient gods performing miracles, nor had she ever heard of them before; the immortal had only just recounted it to her!

How did she do that?!

"Maria?! How did you do that?!"

Zofia nervously pulled Maria over and took her hand that was gripping the portable staff.

"So you used it like that, Aunt Zofia...it hurts!"

"You have to call me 'older sister'!"

Zofia tapped Maria on the head. Unless it was a formal occasion, she preferred Maria to call her "older sister." After all, the age difference between them wasn't actually that significant.

“Okay, Zofia.”

Maria blinked her eyes, looking aggrieved.

Looking at the faint light in her hand, she felt her body slowly regaining its strength.

The area that was hit and swollen yesterday is still slightly itchy.

The blood clots that couldn't be repaired by his Originium Arts are gradually being dissolved.

Although its effectiveness is less than one-tenth that of the immortal, it is indeed slowly recovering.

"Sister Zofia! What the teacher said is true! As long as you believe, you can use it!"

Maria raised the light in her hand as if she were holding up a beloved toy.

Zofia stared blankly at the light in Maria's hand. She looked down at her own hand, gripped the hilt of the sword inlaid with Originium, and struggled for a long time without managing to come up with anything.

I cannot accept this!

"Maria, stop."

The Undead watched as Maria waved the light in her hand, and he told Maria to dispel the miracle.

After the light in Maria's hand dissipated, the undead came to Maria's side, half-squatted down, and stared at her face.

Could she be a disciple I can't remember taking on?!

"Teacher? What's wrong?"

Maria asked curiously.

"Tell me, Maria. How did you manage to pull off a miracle?"

The Undead were also very curious. Maria shouldn't have seen this miracle before. How did she use it?

"That's right, just like what the teacher said?"

Maria blinked and said.

"I saw the teacher use it, so I believed it existed. That's why I used it too!"

"..."

The Undead fell silent.

Maria was about to say something more when she yawned, and her face fell within seconds.

"Teacher...I'm so sleepy..."

Undead, hurry up and get Zofia over here.

The moment Zofia hugged Maria, Maria's eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep.

"What's up with her?"

Zofia asked the Undead nervously.

"However, my mental strength is insufficient."

The Undead comforted Zofia.

After all, Maria had just used her familiar Originium Arts to heal herself after a morning of sparring.

Now they've used a miracle, even if it's just a simple skill. For a small child, the burden is still considerable.

"A good night's sleep will make you feel better."

Zofia breathed a sigh of relief and simply sat down on the ground, letting Maria rest her head on her lap.

The Undead stood up and looked down at the sleeping Maria.

He was using his few remaining memories to try and find the reason, but he couldn't think of any other possibility.

"That shouldn't be the case..."

The immortal muttered to himself.

But he overlooked one possibility.

If one has personally witnessed ancient deities performing miracles, even an ordinary believer can replicate that spell in a very short time.

Maria, in fact, was a devout believer.

She believed in her teacher and in all the skills she had taught her.

That's why she was able to persevere through the first day of training and, despite her still-injured body, come back the next day to continue receiving training as an undead.

Only a devout believer like her can etch the miracle itself into her mind when she witnesses a deity performing a miracle.

The Undead have overlooked a crucial fact.

In addition to remembering the story itself, the conditions for using a miracle also require the appropriate medium for casting the spell.

The Undead Man had only stretched out his hand when a light appeared out of thin air.

His hands were empty.

To perform miracles without relying on any medium is a power that only ancient gods possessed.

This is precisely declaring a fact.

Those ancient legends and beliefs are being revived as nameless heroes are awakened.

Their location is within the primordial fire where only the seeds remain.

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Meanwhile, on an island far away on the other side of Terra, apprentices were also training in combat skills.

"Again!"

The brown-haired demon woman shouted and swung her straight sword, launching an attack on the Filin girl in front of her.

Ding Ding Ding!

The two men's straight swords clashed repeatedly in the air, producing a loud noise.

At that moment, the other members of the same group, who were also receiving instruction from the instructors, huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"I feel like Instructor Yato is starting to get serious."

The girl with long, slightly purplish flaxen hair whispered to another pink-haired group member beside her.

"Look at that, Ansel. The frequency of attacks Instructor Nightblade used when he was training Mei!"

Ansel also kept a close eye on the two people in the arena, his red pupils fixed on the blades of their swords.

As a doctor, the child known as Ansel was naturally able to see where the two were attacking each other.

His delicate face unusually revealed a serious expression.

Ansel could see that the two were attacking each other from almost every spot that could kill with a single blow: the head, chest, and side of the abdomen.

If Ansel were to go up against such a fierce attack, he knew he would not survive even half a minute.

But now, the two players on the field have been attacking each other for almost five minutes.

This is certainly partly due to Instructor Yato controlling his own strength and training Melantha.

Yet this still leaves people in awe of Melantha's skill.