Max wasn't bothered by the system's greediness this time. He subtly nodded his head to indicate that it could deduct the LPs.
He knew how serious his injuries were. If he had relied on only healing pills, it might have taken him days, if not weeks, to recover fully.
So, in his opinion, 5000 LPs in exchange of the instant recovery was an excellent deal. What 5000, even if the system had asked more, he wouldn't have batted an eye.
Amara sighed in relief and also felt guilty because, even though she didn't know why her father suddenly attacked him, she knew it must have been related to her. To prevent this from happening again, she stayed by Max's side, her body almost touching her.
In a secret room in the hall, Orlan had a shocked and surprised expression on his face as he watched Max stand up as if he wasn't injured at all. He murmured in disbelief, "How did he recover so quickly? Did I go easy on him and didn't injure him enough?"