Trait Hoarder Chapter 226

Episode 226: The Wise God Poka. -1-

My body is boiling.

My head is dizzy.

Consciousness kept rising and falling.

When the feeling of ants crawling on me bothered me, my mind would briefly become clear, and then become hazy again when a heavy weight would drag me down.

pain.

sick.

No, is that really true?

It was painful, but it wasn’t painful at the same time.

A time when even I have a hard time defining myself.

[Are you a patient?]

[I miss you.]

What language is this?

I thought that for a moment.

The consciousness that had been rising began to sink again.

In that split second, I naturally changed my traits.

[immortality][resurrection][regeneration]

[Activity][Meditation][Relaxation]

Finally, my mind is clear.

My body was healing quickly thanks to the power of the recovery series trait.

I opened my eyes several hours after changing my trait.

The nurse saw me and ran out screaming.

[O patient, know!]

What are you talking about?

Oh, it’s Portuguese.

I finally get the hang of it.

“I lived… … .”

I looked down at my hands and smiled faintly.

The last moment.

Equipping the Nine-Tails was truly the best choice.

Special feature: Narrow-body survival.

The effect is extremely powerful.

In game terms, it nullifies one attack that would result in death and restores HP to 100%.

It was similar in reality.

Provides invincibility and grants rapid regeneration and rapid recovery abilities.

The result was now.

The Ghost King is dead, but I survived.

Even the triple-stack berserk aftereffects of frenzy, one-on-one combat, and rage were overcome.

“Phew.”

The aftereffects of the explosion are enormous.

It’s similar to when I cancelled the mutation before.

You were groaning in the magic bathtub back then, too, right?

If it weren’t for the aftereffects, I wouldn’t have woken up here.

You must have collected the Phantom King’s loot without any problems.

It’s like this because I’ve equipped it with the defensive and recovery traits along with the survival traits.

I thought to myself, looking at the glowing meditation and relaxation on one side of my magic circuit.

‘Should I make a rapture… … .’

The higher qualities of contemplation, meditation, reflection, rest, recuperation, and peace.

Rapture.

This is a characteristic specialized in eliminating such aftereffects.

Even if you have the acquired mutant superhuman rapture trait, you can still walk around vividly even after using the mutation every time.

Okay, let’s make it and see.

If you have even one good trait, you’ll probably use it someday.

This is the first time I’ve written about a near-death experience in months.

Thanks to that, my life was saved.

Bam!

The door opened and a swarm of doctors came rushing in.

Among them, an elderly-looking doctor greeted me politely.

“Meet the savior of São Paulo, the knight of Paul, the swordsman Kim Jeon-sa.”

What’s so grandiose?

By the way, there are no 12 Christian apostles in this world.

Instead, there is a legend of the 12 knights.

Swordmasters who roam around slaying ancient monsters.

Paul was one of them.

He was so respected that he was called Saint Paul, even though he was not a knight.

“A savior? That is too much praise.”

“No. The burning smoke has spoken. Excuse me, may I examine you, sir?”

“Okay, then.”

The doctor approaches cautiously.

Respect is evident in every touch.

I checked my pupils with the penlight and nodded.

“Let me check a few things. What is your name?”

A question that feels like deja vu.

The name Kim Junsu suddenly came to mind and I laughed bitterly.

“This is Warrior Kim.”

“Yes, Master Kim Jeon-sa. Do you know what month and day it is today?”

“I don’t know exactly, but it was around July 3rd, right? I came here on June 30th, and I think I was down for about three days.”

“Wow, you’re right. High-level superhumans are different. You even know the exact time of the fall. And where is this place?”

“It looks like a hospital. It’s a hospital in São Paulo.”

“To be exact, it’s the main shrine. It’s a hospital room inside the main shrine. Lastly… … The current president, no, he’s a foreigner… … Right. Do you know who the current president of the Guardians’ League is?”

“You are the Blood King.”

“You are perfect. I think it is safe to say that you have fully regained consciousness.”

What did you call this?

I found out later by chance that it was a method of examining one’s mental state.

Although it was developed for dementia patients, it is also widely used to check the cognitive abilities of patients who have just woken up.

“Does anything hurt? If you have any discomfort, please let me know immediately. X-ray, CT, MRI, magic clairvoyance test, and divine precognition test were all normal, but a high-level superhuman might feel differently.”

“well.”

I moved my body here and there on the spot.

It’s a bonus that you’ve thoroughly searched with your ears and intuition.

“I don’t think I have it right now. Oh, by any chance, where is my gear?”

“I put everything in the safe over there. The Phantom King’s equipment is also there.”

“Thank you. I would like to wear my gear if possible.”

“Yes. I’ll tell the nurse. Please make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, just ring the bell.”

The doctor bowed politely and left.

The same goes for other doctors.

I stretched once and opened the safe.

I registered my fingerprint so I could open it easily.

‘After all, the Mamaquila Order is the Mamaquila Order.’

Outside Sao Paulo.

An incident that took place at a large landfill.

It was clear that as soon as it was over, they sent out knights and priests to take care of me.

They treat you like a guest because you did their work for them.

Wouldn’t this be as good a contribution as teaching the method of overcoming stigmata?

No.

I think we should consider it as having accumulated more.

Enough to warrant asking for a drop of God’s blood.

“Whew.”

I’ve definitely had the treatment, but my body feels heavy.

I was feeling both mentally and physically exhausted at the same time.

Gulp.

I was also hungry.

I’m seriously hungry.

In its current state, it would be enough to eat even a cow.

As soon as I rang the bell and asked for food, they brought out food that would make my legs break.

“Eat well, Knight of Paul.”

What is all this?

The food was not what you would expect for a typical patient diet.

On one side of the spacious hospital room, a table that could seat eight people was set out in a sloppy manner.

Water drop shaped fritters.

Pork intestine stew.

A variety of grilled meat skewers.

A heap of garlic bread.

A dish of bean porridge mixed with bacon, eggs, onions, olive oil, and vegetables.

A fried food that looks like a biscuit.

Grilled crab meat in coconut oil.

In Korean terms, it would be like a set meal of Namdo-style Korean food.

Why, there’s that.

That thing that comes as a whole, not as a course.

Moreover, the quantity was enormous.

It’s enough for 20 people to eat together, not just 8.

“thank you for this food.”

I even end up saying thank you, which I never did before.

Start eating with a groan.

Basically, warrior-type superhumans are often big eaters.

Because it burns a ton of calories.

I’m a regular eater, but on days like today I need to loosen my belt.

‘It’s really delicious.’

Exotic Brazilian foods.

There was definitely a lot of meat and it was delicious.

I just swept it all into my stomach.

It seems like it goes on endlessly because it has recovery and rest series traits equipped.

In the end, I ended up finishing all 20 servings of food.

“Do you need more?”

“No, it’s okay. It was very delicious.”

“The Patriarch said that he will treat you well, and that he would like to meet you later when you have fully recovered.”

The Patriarch wants to see me… … .

The nuance has strangely changed.

In the past, I couldn’t meet you even if I wanted to.

It was cut at the archbishop’s line.

I happily agreed.

“Okay, but I’m not fully recovered yet. I’ll rest a little longer and then I’ll see you.”

“I thought so. The Patriarch recommended using the Holy Spirit, so what will you do?”

Shinsungcheon.

It’s similar to Magic Heaven.

But of all the hot springs, the best is definitely Shinsungcheon.

It has the strongest recovery speed and power.

“Thank you. I will be happy to use it.”

Shinsungcheon was right next to the sickroom.

It was originally said to be a place used by high-ranking superhumans of the Poka Elementary School when they were injured.

I soaked my body in the hot spring.

What she wore was a soft gown woven with the thread of the moon.

As soon as I put it on, my body felt energized.

It is said to be a gown personally blessed by the moon goddess Mamaquilla.

“good night…….”

How long has it been since I’ve had this much free time?

Equipped with the life-saving equipment, I had a gut feeling as I took the final attack from the Phantom King.

This turned fate around.

I can’t really explain it in words, but it was definitely like that.

I don’t know if it’s because I gained the reverse tidal wave trait, or if it’s because I suppressed the zombie outbreak in São Paulo.

But one thing is certain.

The saint must be making a disgusted expression by now.

Naturally, the thought moves to the additional saintess.

The one who summoned me was a saint… … .

I was from this world, and I was reincarnated on Earth in a parallel world and was living my life… … .

Then there’s the problem.

Who was I?

Judging from the way the saint spoke, she must have been a great person recorded in history.

“Phew.”

On the one hand, it’s funny.

I was withering away in a cramped 2-pyeong goshiwon.

Did I, who used to get on and off trains and do odd jobs, actually turn out to be a great person in history?

It was funny and bitter at the same time.

Because I felt like this was life.

‘Should I say thank you?’

To the saint who summoned me?

That’s nonsense.

In the end, the saint summoned me to use me.

For self-interest.

Regardless of whether the saint cast a self-sacrifice spell or not, the fact remains that she is a bitch to be killed.

‘If you try to throw others as food to the gods, you must take responsibility.’

With that life.

I don’t care if the saint has a limited life span or not.

I will only feel better if I ruin their plans, completely destroy their second and third plans, and stab them in the face of despair.

If you’re going to try to manipulate other people’s lives, shouldn’t you be prepared to suffer the consequences yourself?

It was while I was soaking in the Shinsungcheon River for a long time.

I felt my body relax like a sloth and all my fatigue disappeared.

Acquire the healing trait.

When I steamed with the chaos steam, I got a resting characteristic, but when I steamed with the sacred spring steam, I got a healing characteristic.

There was nothing more to see.

I returned to my sickroom and got some rest.

This completely removes the aftereffects.

My condition has completely returned.

‘It’s a shame about the Ghost King’s equipment.’

All of the Ghost King’s equipment is SSR grade.

With just one full set of this, you can arm a warrior-type superhuman with weapons that are as good as any other.

But compared to the weapons I have now?

It falls slightly.

‘The gloves and the magic sword are definitely good.’

Still, it’s not as good as the Silent Sword and the Golden Fleece.

The Mukho Sword is indestructible and has the highest physical attack power in Arcane Seoul.

It’s not even tier 1 to use as a main weapon, it’s tier 0.

Absolute defensive ability of skeleton armor?

In terms of utility, the Golden Fleece’s Immortality and Resurrection are better.

You definitely felt it in this battle.

‘Let’s sell it.’

A few artifacts obtained from the High Priest.

Ghost King full set.

If both of them find a good owner, they are both worth hundreds of billions and more.

It would be better to receive it in cash and buy a few buildings in Gangnam.

No matter what, real estate is the best.

“Your Majesty, have you coughed?”

“Yes. I woke up.”

“I’ll have breakfast.”

“Thank you. By the way, please keep it simple today. I don’t usually eat much.”

Breakfast was really simple.

Brazilian cheese bread with scrambled eggs, omelet with chopped vegetables, salad, orange juice, and a cup of coffee.

Could this be called a Brazilian version of the American breakfast?

I already miss rice.

Whether it’s bean sprout soup or pork soup, I’d be happy if I could just have a bowl of refreshing soup.

‘Not yet.’

I’ve thought about the next schedule in advance.

After almost four days off, it’s time to get back on track.

After meeting with the Patriarch and the wise man Poca, I planned to fly to the North Pole.

I just casually touched the golf bag and the gold and silver items inside.

“It was delicious.”

“Thank you. Shall we prepare Shinsungcheon today as well?”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m completely recovered.”

“Oh, Your Majesty. Then… … .”

“Yes. I would like to see the Patriarch. If possible, may I also meet the Burning Smoke?”

Is it possible?

Poka is in a state of ignorance, so the entire religious order is fighting.

I try to avoid exposure to the outside world by any means possible.

Any person who comes is refused an interview.

Even if it is a small religious order other than the Mamaquila Order, it is the same.

No matter how great the achievement, it will be difficult.

To conclude, my thoughts were wrong.

The nurse leaned over me and whispered secretly.

“Maybe you will join us.”

“is it so?”

“Yes. Officially, only an audience with the Patriarch will take place.”

“Okay. Please schedule an appointment as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will convey this to the Patriarch. I am sure the Patriarch will be pleased.”

Although she is a nurse, she is a superhuman of the priest type.

He himself is level 4.

The meeting was quickly arranged.

That afternoon, I woke up and was able to meet the Patriarch within a day.

An archbishop was guiding me, struggling.

“Your Majesty, I apologize for the inconvenience last time.”

“There’s nothing I can do. I didn’t know the Ghost King would show up so quickly. I thought I’d have a few days.”

“That’s true. I was writing the order to start the investigation the next day after meeting with the Sword Master, when suddenly zombies appeared. If it weren’t for the Sword Master, I would have been in big trouble. It’s a small thing, but this is a token of my feelings.”

The Archbishop stabs two bottles of nectar.

It’s really weak.

Actually, this much is appropriate.

The archbishop did not mistreat me or kick me out because he was arrogant.

It was an action strictly in accordance with official guidelines.

Nectar has many uses, so it would be a good idea to keep it.

“Thank you. I will use it well.”

“Ahem! Hey, the Patriarch… … .”

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you that it helped you a lot.”

“Oh, then I am grateful.”

“There’s just one thing I’d like to ask you.”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

“A guest came to the temple just before the Phantom King appeared. Did you check it?”

“Are you a guest?”

The archbishop looks at me curiously.

“At that time, we checked all the CCTVs and security devices, but the Sword Master did not meet anyone and just loitered around in front of the main shrine for a long time. I think he was a little upset… … Ahem! I am truly sorry about what happened back then.”

So that’s why you stabbed me with nectar?

I had a hunch, and it was as expected.

The saintess visited without giving any clues as to what she had done.

It’s a shame that if we had caught the tail, we could have enlightened the Mamaquilla Order that the saint had prayed for the kidnapping of Poca.

“Actually, there was someone who came to see me at that time. It seems he tricked the security system.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Look carefully. Your Majesty, you will be doing a great service just by confirming the identity of that being.”

“Hehe, something like this… … Yes. Thank you for your words. I will make sure to say hello when I find it.”

Now that I look at this guy, he’s good at politics.

All places where people live are the same.

It seems that the position of archbishop is also a matter of internal church politics.

I said I knew and just waved my hand.

And then enter the visiting room.

The archbishop bowed politely and left.

On top of the high stairs.

The first thing that catches your eye is the space surrounded by curtains.

Below, the patriarch was seen sitting on a simple chair.

“Welcome, Savior of São Paulo, Knight of Paul.”

The patriarch rose to his feet.

I personally remove the curtain covering the stairs.

Then a young child appears.

A child who didn’t even look like a middle school student was looking at me with bright eyes.

“nice to meet you.”

The child smiled at me.

A smile that doesn’t match her age, a smile that shows her age.

“I am Poca. I am the living god of Brazil.”