Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

"Something's not right here," Dragun said, frowning as he looked at Rowan.

"You can't heal her?" Rowan asked. He had already placed all his hopes on Dragun to heal Liara.

"I can heal her, but the thing is, there's actually nothing wrong with her. I tried using my healing magic on her earlier, but the reaction was neutral, she's in perfect condition," Dragun replied.

Everyone in the room looked confused.

"What do you mean she's in perfect condition? My sister isn't responding to anything—not even my touch or the noise around her!" Liara's older sister, Bruce's wife, complained.

Even Rowan felt like saying the same thing.

"I don't know how to explain this so you'll understand," Dragun sighed. "Let me demonstrate."

He asked Bruce to stretch out his hand, and when Bruce complied, Dragun drew a small knife and made a cut, causing it to bleed.

"What did you do that for?" everyone in the room exclaimed at once.

Dragun did not reply. He stretched his hand over Bruce's injured hand and began chanting a healing spell.

A dull glow first appeared in his hand. When the glow came in contact with the injured spot, it became brighter, and a low sizzling sound reverberated across the room.

After about thirty seconds, the injury on Bruce's hand disappeared, as did the pain.

Bruce was so surprised by what had just happened that he could only stare at his healed hand, flexing his hand in disbelief. He turned his hand over, examining it from every angle, as if searching for any trace of the wound that had been there moments before.

"You saw that just now?" Dragun asked.

Everyone in the room nodded.

Dragun nodded as well. He moved closer to Liara and activated the same spell, the same dull glow shrouded his hand as it had moments before.

However, when he placed his hand over her body, there was no reaction. The glow remained the same, and there was no sizzling sound.

Seeing this, everyone in the room understood what he was trying to explain.

Apparently, the spell would only activate if there was an ailment or injury to heal. Otherwise, it remained inactive and unchanged.

"But why isn't she responding to anything around her?" Elara asked, worry evident in her voice.

"That's the part I don't understand," Dragun sighed. "Could you explain how it all happened? Maybe there might be a clue to explain her current condition."

He had experienced cases like this before, but they were really rare, and those cases had unnatural causes. He wondered what Liara was.

Rowan explained everything to Dragun, since he was the only one who knew about the dream mixture.

Dragun and Vishirk's eyes widened simultaneously.

The others in the room looked at them, wondering why they reacted that way.

Dragun quickly turned to Bruce, his wife, and Elara and said with a forced smile, "Liara will be alright very soon."

Then he turned to Rowan and Vishirk and signaled for them to come with him. Rowan quickly tapped Blaze, who was already feeling at home, and they went with Dragun and Vishirk.

Elara and the others watched as the four of them left the house.

Once outside, Dragun hurried Rowan to take him to the place where he found the dream mixture.

"You know about the dream mixture?" Rowan asked as he led them towards Liara's place.

"Yes, of course! Everyone who has been to a place with mages naturally knows about the dream mixture," Dragun replied without even looking at Rowan.

His mind was filled with many thoughts at that moment—thoughts revolving around the special milk he had gone to obtain. Questions about Liara's condition and the mysterious circumstances began to flood his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than met the eye.

"The dream mixture is very special among mages!" Vishirk added.

"What is so special about the dream mixture?" Rowan asked.

He already knew about some effects of the concoction—how it could either cause the death of the user or help them improve their physical and magical abilities.

Dragun was walking ahead, his mind occupied with many thoughts.

Vishirk always loved to talk, so he didn't mind explaining to Rowan.

"The dream mixture is a special ingredient for many high-grade potions. It can also be taken individually sometimes by mages with soul and spirit magic affinity. I heard it's also useful for necromancers to give their undead some sort of artificial intelligence..." Vishirk began to elaborate.

"Based on what you've said so far, the dream mixture shouldn't have any negative effect. Or does it have a negative effect only on those without mana cores?" Rowan asked, a slight frown on his face.

"Yeah, it mostly has negative effects on those without mana cores, especially when the quality is too high," Vishirk replied. "If the quality was at least 40%, they might get a few gains in strength, but nothing more. Otherwise, they might be stuck in a drastic dream loop."

After hearing Vishirk's detailed explanation, Rowan couldn't help but wonder how someone like Liara was able to get her hands on something so special.

He couldn't hold back the question and asked Vishirk.

"Only less than one hundred ancient herbalist families in this world possess the recipe for the dream mixture. That's why it's so special and rare..."

However, hearing Vishirk's words, the only person who came to his mind was Ren.

At that moment, he realized that the notification he had received about Ren a few days ago wasn't a coincidence.

'But how and why did both of them happen to make and take the same concoction on the same night?' Rowan was even more confused.

He was about to ask another question when Vishirk said something that shocked him.

"However, it is rumored that some evil night creatures are able to manipulate the mind and heart of certain herbalists to make the dream potion and then try to control them with it. This is mostly rumors, though, I don't believe it can happen."

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