Back when Leo was still playing 7 Days to Die, he had already noticed something very peculiar.
That was the fact that items in the game carried a certain kind of "game logic." For example, the grilled meat Erina Nakiri had made earlier had allowed him to survive right up until Tsunade and Kelly arrived.
After that, he began to wonder whether medical items from the game also had similar effects.
However, Tsunade's medical skills were simply too extraordinary, so he'd never had a chance to test it. As for minor scrapes and injuries, once he had invested points into stamina, he could recover quickly on his own.
So he'd never really tested it.
After all, he'd always been very careful to avoid getting injured.
But one thing was undeniable: when a medical kit was placed in the action bar, it could be used on other people.
This time, Leo was trying it for the first time.
And the result could only be described as horrifying.
Steel needles, fragments of blades, and murky, filthy fluids began to force their way out of the female street brawler's body through her skin.
Even wounds that had already healed split open again, as steel needles and blade fragments emerged from within, tearing the closed flesh apart.
Yet there was no blood.
And the moment the wounds were torn open, they instantly healed again, as if they had never been opened at all.
At the same time, the pallor on the woman's face visibly faded. Color returned to her cheeks, the lifelessness in her eyes receded, and her trembling body gradually recovered.
There was no doubt about it.
The medical kit had worked.
"Interesting… so this thing is a conceptual item too?"
Leo put away the item he had never had a chance to use before and looked at the equally stunned female street brawler.
In truth, she was even more shocked than Leo.
The moment Leo pulled out that big, white object, she had felt a warm force appear out of nowhere inside her body. Under that warmth, the illness that had plagued her for so long began to fade, and the pain from her ruptured organs and spine—once pierced by steel needles—vanished completely.
If it weren't for the toxins still battling the antidote she'd just taken, she would have thought she was completely healed.
Unbelievable.
The street brawler couldn't help glancing at Leo's clothes. There was no insignia of the Holy Church on him—meaning he wasn't a cleric.
Soon, the medical kit's effect ended, and Leo withdrew his hand.
The street brawler immediately sat up in bed. Though her organs still ached faintly and the poisons in her body were still acting up, she knew she wasn't going to die anymore. The fatal damage had already been treated.
"You… are you a mage? Or was what you just used some kind of treasure?"
As she spoke, she unconsciously licked her lips.
"What, planning to repay kindness with betrayal?"
Leo smiled and prepared to pull out the M60.
"Hah… I'm not that stupid…"
She shook her head. Though she was a street brawler now, she wasn't the kind of person who forgot favors. The only reason she'd fallen into debt was because her organs had been ruined by practicing poison techniques. Otherwise, she wouldn't have lost.
While speaking, she lay back down on the bed, casually tossing the blanket aside. She rested her head against the wall, her legs naturally spreading into a full split—then bending because they hit the wall, forming an M-shape.
The motion was smooth and practiced. Before Leo could even react, she had already unfastened the clasps on the triangular white cloth between her legs and slipped it off with ease.
Without giving Leo any chance to speak, she calmly used two fingers of her right hand to spread open her tightly shut entrance, exposing the pink opening and the proof of her purity within, allowing him to see the constantly writhing pink inner walls.
And she said, in an utterly flat tone,
"Because of you, I won't die now. Come on, finish quickly so I can go fight and pay off my debts."
"..."
Even after seeing Lux's decisiveness before, Leo had never encountered someone so casual, someone who cared so little about her own chastity.
He looked at the parts of her body wrapped in that yellow—no, rather, earthy-yellow—training outfit, the exposed inner thighs clearly showing scars left by bladed weapons.
He said nothing. He simply reached out and gently touched the girl's entrance. When his rough fingers met the soft pink flesh, the street brawler couldn't help but shudder all over, then quietly looked at Leo, waiting for his next move.
But Leo paused.
Because he saw something unusual.
He tentatively stroked the girl's garden, thick with brown hair, and noticed numerous scars there—especially several that were clearly puncture wounds.
Those scars made him frown. There was no doubt that injuries like that would damage the uterus.
The street brawler let out a cold laugh. She'd known it would be like this.
"You care about the scars?"
Leo shook his head—though, in truth, he did care.
"No, it's just that I don't even know your name yet…"
"There's no need. Hurry up and shove that thing of yours in, finish it, and let me leave. Otherwise, the debt collectors will come looking for you. I don't want to owe any more favors."
As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes.
"And there's no point asking my name either. I can't get pregnant anymore, so feel free to finish inside."
What kind of unhinged words were those?!
And that attitude…
Could this really generate enough energy points?
Leo looked at the street brawler, clearly anxious to pay off her debts, and felt doubtful.
As he pondered, his hand gently slid along the girl's entrance. The unfamiliar sensation made the street brawler inhale sharply, and her body honestly began secreting fluids in response to his touch.
Leo skillfully reached out, dipped his fingers into the liquid, and prepared to apply it to her entrance to make entry easier—but—
Pain.
A sharp, stinging pain instantly assaulted his fingers. He hurriedly pulled his hand back and saw that part of his fingertip had already turned purple, his nail beginning to warp slightly.
A real-life case of "toxic"?!
"This place of yours is poisonous?!"
The street brawler froze at his question, then looked at his fingers—and she froze as well.
She hadn't realized it either.
For a moment, the atmosphere turned strangely delicate.
[If you like this story, please don't shy away from adding to the collection, giving a power stone, and leaving a review.]