The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　The only consciousness in this body now belongs to her, Agnese, not the entire wolf pack.

　“Very good, then it seems that people can use these Originium to indirectly achieve… immortality.”

　Chapter Twenty-Five: The Price of Goodness

　The Qilin and the wolf lady were talking in a language Theresa couldn't understand.

　But at this moment, Theresa no longer had any superfluous curiosity. She stood on the hilltop, gazing into the distance, her fingertips curling up as she gripped her skirt until it turned white. Her peach-petal-like eyes, like the torrential rain, were filled with an expression called 'worry'.

　Beneath the pitch-black cube formed by that natural disaster, many ant-like creatures were 'wriggling'.

　But those weren't ants or insects that sensed the heavy rain and were moving house; they were countless people!

　The natural disaster destroyed the town, and even the teams that had relocated in advance were still caught up by the disaster cloud, which swept them into this cold, devastating wave of death.

　How many people will die in the natural disaster? How many families will be torn apart and destroyed?

　"Well."

　Before Theresa could even think, she was grabbed by the Qilin and leaped off the cliff, plummeting to the ground.

　The gust of wind that hit her as she fell made it impossible for Theresa to open her eyes, but the feeling of weightlessness still made her involuntarily squeeze her legs together.

　With a whoosh, the Qilin's claws hovered in mid-air, then it activated the Rabbit's Speed, transforming into a whirlwind and heading straight for the natural disaster.

　Looking at natural disasters from a distance, one can only feel their awe and shock. But if you get closer, you can appreciate even more how magnificent the wonders of nature are.

　If it weren't for those refugees crying out in despair, watching natural disasters would be a perfectly acceptable pastime for Chen Lingxu.

　"It's really noisy."

　Qilin walked among the refugees, his tall and strong body allowing him to look down on them.

　How should we view these Letanians?

　This was not his questioning, but rather Theresa's exploration of herself.

　She followed closely behind the Qilin.

　Those refugees, perhaps they lived a life of plenty before the natural disaster, but now they were in a worse state than the poorest Sarkaz people Bitrecia had ever seen.

　"Waaah... Mom... my neck hurts so much..."

　Theresa heard a wail and looked over, only to see a child being held by her mother.

　Why does my neck hurt? Did I twist a stiff neck while sleeping on the way?

　How could they be so relaxed?

　It's just that there's a cluster of Originium crystals growing on its neck.

　"Owner……"

　Theresa thought she was probably terrified. The Origin Stone cluster had grown out of the child's slender neck... how horrifying those gray crystals were at that moment.

　"Ok?"

　Chen Lingxu turned his head slightly and saw the little slave who was clutching his tail and cowering in fear.

　"That child..."

　As night fell, Yang Tong swept across the refugee line and immediately spotted the unfortunate child.

　"What will happen to her...?"

　"What can happen? She'll trigger Oripathy soon, turn into a huge chunk of Originium, or just explode into a pile of ashes that the wind will blow everywhere. Which way do you think she'll die, Theresa?"

　Chen Lingxu stopped and responded to Theresa. He looked at the child who was still crying in pain and casually sentenced the child to death. He even had the interest to ask Theresa for her opinion.

　"I……"

　Theresa looked at the child, and at the refugees who resembled him, her fists clenched so tightly that her sharp fingernails dug into her flesh, drawing out streaks of blood.

　"Master, I...I want to..."

　What should she do? How should she treat these people?

　She's just a Sarkaz, an unpopular Sarkaz...

　"Ah, she'll explode in about half a minute. This is my first time seeing Originium Fireworks... well, to be precise, it's the second time. Maybe it'll explode from her head first."

　The words spoken by the Qilin jolted Theresa from her hesitation. Without further ado, she decisively dropped the Qilin's tail and knelt before him with practiced ease.

　"Master, I beg you, please save her... save that child."

　In the end, she couldn't bear to see such a delicate child, like a little flower bud, die so tragically. How old was she? She hadn't even had a single good day yet. If she died like this... what a pity it would be, and how much pain her family would suffer.

　"Hmm? I don't want to save her."

　"Owner……"

　"But I can teach you how to save her."

　Before she could even feel happy, Qilin continued:

　"But before that, I want to know why you did this, Theresa. Why did you help a beastman? You're a Sarkaz, even if you help her, no one else will be grateful. They might see your abilities and capture you, forcing you to become a tool for healing. Are you willing to face such danger?"

　The Qilin's golden eyes were like two sharp nails, hammered by his words, trying to embed themselves into Theresa's heart.

　And what he says will almost always come true. What will Theresa choose to do?

　"...Even so, I, I..."

　I want to... help her. Please, Master, teach me how.

　This simple little slave had no concept of racial hatred in his mind, only sympathy for the suffering, the weak, and the pitiful.

　Such a person should be labeled as a 'saintly mother'.

　"Is that so? I hope you made the right choice, Theresa."

　The Qilin reached out and covered her head, then separated a strand of its restorative power and poured it into Theresa's body.

　"Thank you, Master..."

　Theresa stood up, ignoring the dust on her skirt, and hurriedly ran towards the critically ill child who had been separated from everyone else and whose only remaining companion was her mother.

　"Heavenly Venerable..."

　"Don't you find it interesting? A Sarkaz wants to save a beastman. Do you think any troublemakers will show up, Anese?"

　Anese appeared beside Chen Lingxu. She glanced at the Qilin, who looked like it wanted to see a good show, and turned her helplessness into the force of its tail wagging.

　"It will definitely happen."

　The kind of troublemakers doesn't discriminate by race. Even in the era of the Primordial Celestial, there were many well-fed and idle beastmen who secretly talked about the great Primordial Celestial. The guard that Anese used to serve in loved to do the most in the middle of the night to search for 'fellow villagers' who were having parties.

　Open the door, it's the police. Hey buddy, you've been reported for possessing leaflets defaming Emperor Entertainment Group. Come with us!

　That kind of thing is almost always found out when it's investigated. Those beastmen who are investigated will be thrown into hard labor with the Tikkaz slaves, and their property will be 'confiscated'.

　Agnese remembers having a favorite set of silver jewelry that her father brought back for her, but unfortunately, she has long since lost it.

　"You speak quickly enough. Well then, I'll bet on her hitting the mark against these people's 'kindness'."

　But would anyone really remain indifferent after discovering that the Sarkaz could cure a terminal illness like Oripathy?

　Chapter Twenty-Six: Recognition?

　"Big sister, you're amazing... I don't feel any pain anymore. Thank you."

　The child was held in the arms of her excited mother, who kept stroking her smooth neck and thanking her repeatedly.

　"You're welcome, little sister...you're welcome."

　Theresa wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead.

　She was unfamiliar with using the power of restoration and couldn't get it to work no matter what she tried. She almost watched the child explode into fireworks right before her eyes, and she was extremely anxious.

　Fortunately, this power is strong enough that as long as it is used, anyone who is not dead can be cured.

　Theresa felt she should thank Qilin again later...

　"The Great Nodule...you..."

　But suddenly the child's voice started to stutter and stammer, and even the way he addressed people changed.

　Was she too excited? But it's quite interesting too.

　Theresa thought to herself, and then she saw the child and her mother both looking panicked.

　It was behind her...

　Theresa slowly turned around, and the tension she had just felt immediately subsided.

　"Master...Master..."

　Qilin was standing behind her watching her. He probably saw her anxious expression just now, otherwise why would he show such a disgusted look?

　"You ungrateful brat."

　Chen Lingxu looked at the mother and daughter and retaliated in kind.

　"nailed it?"

　"They've been saved...but..."

　Theresa looked around.

　The refugees were all watching her; they had witnessed what had just happened, and their eyes gleamed with a frighteningly intense light.

　"A natural disaster is coming. You're still going to help these guys?"

　Although Chen Lingxu did not name names, Theresa had a strange feeling that her next choice would determine an exceptionally important future.

　“I…I want to help them. Master…please…wait for me just a little while, just a little while…”

　There were only a couple hundred refugees in this group, and if she used her skills, she could treat them all in just a few minutes.

　Theresa thought about it and decided that since she had already saved one, it wouldn't hurt to help a few more.

　However, whether she can do this depends on Qilin's mood.

　"……All right."

　Chen Lingxu glanced at the thick cloud of natural disaster, then simply clenched his fist and unleashed a powerful punch.

　"—"

　As the refugees watched in astonishment, the black, rumbling block that had forced them to abandon their homes and families was blasted away.

　The natural disaster clouds scattered across the vast sky into countless tiny dark clouds, and the torrential rain that had been like a waterfall abruptly stopped, just as a composer's score, now devoid of inspiration, came to an abrupt halt. As the last drop of black water struck the ground, the natural disaster was thus quelled.

　"Alright. Anyone else who wants treatment, line up one by one."

　When the Qilin shifted its gaze again, no one dared to meet its eyes, and no one dared to move.

　"No? Then if he has a seizure later and blows up in front of me, and it gets in my way, then everyone else will be blown to ashes along with him."

　The words, which sounded almost like a threat, were spoken, and all the refugees began to line up as ordered.

　"Phew... everything is fine now, you can go and rest."

　Theresa then used her restorative power on one person again, and then smiled and spoke to him.

　The man, as if granted a pardon, forced a smile that was more like a grimace, and immediately slapped his thigh as he headed towards the makeshift shelter.

　The campsite that had been set up was moved.

　You dead leg, run faster!

　Compared to the Kirin standing behind her, the Sarkaz looked so kind and approachable.

　"solved?"

　"That was the last patient, Master."

　Theresa saw the last person off, then looked at the Qilin standing beside her, her face filled with gratitude.

　She understood that if Qilin hadn't performed such awe-inspiring feats and displayed such a fearsome aura, she would never have been able to heal everyone so easily without losing a single hair herself.

　"Don't rush to thank me, Theresa. I'm not here to waste my time and energy."

　After Qilin finished speaking, Theresa noticed that the wisp of restorative divine power on her body was gradually dissipating, probably because he had taken it back.

　Theresa had no regrets, after all, this was a power she had borrowed. Now she only hoped that she could cultivate this magical and powerful power as soon as possible.

　“I will obey my master… Theresia’s… body… is at your disposal…”