Getting Stronger!

Mia came along and re-dressed all of Damian's bandages afterwards.

But when checking his state Mia frowned.

'Strange... Darling's cuts aren't closing up.' Mia thought as she inspected Damian's wounds.

Damian also had a strange expression looking at his bleeding stitches.

'I'm sure I've already eaten enough food.' Damian lamented.

Damian believed that if he just ate some food, then the healing factor of his body would've started again.

But now he figured, he needed to be satiated before his wounds could heal.

'But my hunger...' Damian winced as he felt his churning.

Damian wanted his bandaging session to be done with as soon as possible. He just wanted to sleep to alleviate some of his hunger.

"Oh, I'll try and re-dress you as quick as possible." Mia said as she increased her bandaging speed.

Soon Mia finished and left Damian's tent. Quickly walking away as she started having thoughts on Damian's condition.

'There's something wrong with my darling!' Mia thought anxiously as she brisked through the camp.

'I should read the books and figure out what's wrong. Maybe I could fix him.' Mia hoped as she remembered her notebook filled with surguery techniques and healing methods.

'I'm going to start studying!'

'All of your sake!'

Mia reached her tent as she gained the determination to study her nurse notebook to try and find a cure for Damian.

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Damian was having a headache as he felt his stomach rumbling worse than before.

'Ughhh...'

Damian was feeling horrible at the moment. He felt as if he was missing some vital nutrients and was starving for seven days.

'I should go to sleep...'

Damian begrudgingly lifted up his blanket as he closed his eyes to sleep.

Surprisingly, he slept pretty easily even though he was starving at the moment.

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A muscular, gold-blond bearded man was sitting on his bed as the bleeding bandage of his arm pulled away to reveal a sword penetrating into his stub of an arm.

He looked at the bleeding stub with a complex expression.

'Why did he help me?' Jonah thought as he ruminated over the previous battle.

He didn't know why Damian helped him.

He knew there was something different with Jonah, but he decided to keep quiet, and even help him instead.

How bizarre was that?

It seemed as if he already knew what was different about Jonah...

'I need to talk to him after he's healed up.' Jonah thought with a steely gaze.

He needed to know why Damian helped him.

It was just too suspicious.

'But first...'

Jonah grabbed the handle of the sword and started to slowly pull it out. Trying his best not to damage it, anymore than it already has.

Jonah succeeds as some blood starts leaking onto the floor, but he quickly grabs a spare uniform by his side to hold it over his wound as he applied pressure.

Jonah waited for a while before he removed his arm. The bleeding had stopped as his arm seemed to be intertwining muscles together and slowly growing bones.

Jonah had a frown as he looked at his arm.

'It's going to take at least a week.' Jonah thought as he placed his bloodied sword by his side.

'At least I can changed over to a dagger instead of using a sword.'

Jonah held a dagger in his hand that seemed to perfectly fit the length of his non-existent appendage.

Jonah was thinking of replacing the sword, and instead using the dagger as a way to hide his stump. Continuing to make his arm, look like a normal arm.

But for now he didn't need to do that.

He was just going to concentrate.

Jonah sat in a meditative position as he held his cloth covered stub, and closed his eyes.

He seemed to see something inside of him that connected with the outside world.

He found a certain meaning.

Jonah opened his eyes as a eery red light shined in his light as he saw through the tent he was currently inhabiting.

He looked around as he seemed to see darkness all around him, with only some sort of aura being visible to his eyes.

He looked around as he found dense gold mist with black veins running through it around the military camp. The bulk of it, coagulating towards a certain location a few hundred meters away.

Jonah remembered where that specific gold-black mist was originating from.

It was originating from the nurse tents where the wounded soldiers were kept.

Jonah nodded his head in understanding.

It made sense for most of the suffering in the camp to come from the wounded.

Jonah was waiting for the past two days for the aura to accumulate enough to be useful.

This ability to sense his law, was through the gifts he got from Fenrir's Curse.

It allowed his eyes to see the specific law related to him and his furry body allowed him to absorb the law to a certain extent.

Jonah remembered when he was being controlled in that last battle.

He didn't want to feel that again.

'I need to grow stronger!' Jonah thought at that moment.

He was being controlled because he was weaker than the other person.

He was suffering because he had lost his freedom!

It was that blood cultivator that made him feel a lose of freedom.

He hadn't approached the person yet because he knew that the whole entire camp was in on it.

He remembered as the squad leaders fought completely unaffected.

He remembered as most of his colleagues were slaughtered in the war.

He remembered as his arm got chewed off by an attacking wolf.

And now, he knew he had to get stronger.

If he improved his cultivation he might be able to resist the affects of that blood cultivator.

'I never want to be a bloodthirsty beast...' Jonah thought with resolution.

'Never again!'

Jonah slammed his left arm onto his thigh. Not slamming the bed as he didn't wish to accidently destroy it.

Jonah looked at his grotesque arm as he decided to cover it up with a new set of bandages.

He looked to his left and he saw this was the last one.

He was starting to run out.

'Well, I was going to go there anyway.' Jonah thought as he set off to the nursing tents.

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In a certain military camp, there was a field of tents filled with multiple patients each tent.

There was a red circle with a white cross on top of every tent. Clearly indicating the profession related to it.

A sorrowful gold-blond bearded man walked through as he saw the insides of each tent. Checking the status of each patient.

Soon he reaches a tent with multiple unconsious patients and pauses for a moment as he observed his surroundings.

'No ones around...' Jonah looked at his surroundings to confirm his findings as he crouched for the moment.

'Finally an empty tent!'

Jonah went straight into the tent as he went into the middle of the tent and sat still.

He closed his eyes as he went into a meditative state and focused on his central meaning.

Suffering!

Jonah opened his eyes as a eery red light shined through his gaze.

He looked around and saw darkness except for the dense gold-black mist around him.

The gold mist seemed to have veins of the void as he saw his surroundings filled with them.

'I can start...'

Jonah looked at the surrounding suffering aura as he transforms his hands, and grabs the surrounding gold-black mist.

From the outside, it looked as if he was grabbing empty air.

But from Jonah's vision, he felt solid mass when he grabbed the gold-black mist.

He felt the emotions radiating off it.

He felt the liquid texture that seemed to flow according to his will.

He felt the chilling cold and boiling heat from that mist.

He felt the pure suffering...

Jonah opened his mouth as he brought a piece of the gold-black mist towards his mouth.

He tried to bite at the aura, but it seemed as strong as steel. It felt like he was trying to eat a brick in his hand.

Jonah paused for a moment as he thought about a solution.

Immediately he grew fangs from his jaws as he tried to see if this solution would work.

He brought the gold-black mist towards him, and was able to bite through it easily.

He felt as if he was drinking a jar of beer, while eating a juicy piece of meat.

After the first bite, Jonah felt a sense of growth on his body.

Rapidly veins started being constructed with a gold colour and black lines running through them. His veins looked as if they were cracked, but it was just it's natural colour.

As his veins rapidly grew, he suddenly felt a sort of force block him from going forward.

Jonah frowned, but he decided to take another bite and see if he could force it through.

He started eating more of the gold-black mist as he tried to breakthrough this bottle-neck and try to go past it.

But soon he was forced to stop as he felt a certain pain emanate from his newly constructed veins.

Suddenly, a rush of essense blasted through his newly constructed veins as he felt a filling of putrid fluid filling his throat.

Jonah wanted to vomit, but waited for a moment as he rapidly dug under his feet where he believed the ground was.

After a few meter pot hole was made, Jonah immediately loosened up as he vomited a stream of impurities into the pot hole.

The hole filled was filled for a few moments before a stench was filling the tent.

Jonah quickly stopped his cultivation as he deactivate his innate ability, and started to find the dirt he had dug up.

He grabbed the loose soil as he buried his impurities under a layer of rock and mud. Quickly concealing the stench and keeping all of his activities secret from the outside world.

After he buried his impurities, he relaxed as he sat down, placing his hands behind him.

During this entire time, he was as silent as he could be. Only some sounds of soil moving was heard. But even then, it was extremely subtle.

Jonah was panting as he went over his accomplishments.

'I've finally reached the 7th stage...' Jonah thought with a smile on his face.

But he quickly got up and left the tent stealthily

Jonah clenched his fists as he left the tent.

'I can do it!'

'I can get stronger!' Jonah thought with a sense of excitement, bubbling through his heart.

But soon he had a solemn look as he saw through about his progress.

'At this rate, I can reach the next realm soon.'

Jonah looked forward as he gave a certain promise in his heart.

'Soon, I won't be a rabid animal anymore...'