Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World - Chapter 275：Mist of Resentment

Charlotte took Marsha back to the clinic.

Vivian and Kasha felt relieved when they saw that Marsha had been healed.

“Boss, do I have to apprentice under Master Adolf?” Vivian asked softly.

“It’s up to you to decide,” Charlotte smiled.

After hesitating for a while, Vivian made up her mind and said, “I want to apprentice.”

Charlotte nodded slightly. Adolf had made a great concession and it was a great opportunity for Vivian to become his apprentice without compromising her identity.

With Adolf’s support, Vivian’s growth would undoubtedly be faster than if she remained a mere assistant at the clinic.

There was a knock on the door, and Charlotte opened it, welcoming the three inside.

Adolf and Jacques entered, but they were not in a hurry to boast or discuss Vivian’s apprenticeship. They seemed to be wary of August.

“Where’s the little lion?” August asked as soon as he entered. He had skipped class today just to see the little lion.

Marsha beckoned and a small black cat crawled out from under the counter and leaped into her arms. It looked alert and stared at everyone, especially August, as if he were a terrifying natural enemy, desperately trying to hide in Marsha’s embrace.

“Fascinating, it is indeed a collection of undead creatures, but with obvious signs of life. It should be related to what you harbor inside you,” August said in surprise, as he approached, trying to grab the black cat in Marsha’s arms.

“Let me take a look at what this little thing is.”

“Roar!”

The little black cat shrank back and fell to the ground, transforming into a black male lion over two meters tall. It moved its head forward, shielding Marsha behind it, staring at August with hostility.

Clearly, it sensed a strong sense of danger from August and believed he might harm Marsha, so it prepared for a fight.

“Wow, this black lion is amazing,” August stopped in his tracks, looking at the majestic black male lion in front of him with a look of admiration.

Unlike the undead puppets he had seen before, this black lion was full of vitality and had almost no resentment.

This also confirmed that Marsha had not lied earlier.

Although she was forced to become an undead mage, she did not maliciously harm others to gain strength by refining undead creatures. She only refined the undead creatures she encountered.

She was truly a rare breed among undead mages.

“Blackie, this is the person who saved my life, step back,” Marsha commanded.

The black lion whimpered and transformed back into the appearance of a small black cat, hiding back in Marsha’s arms. However, its gaze still carried a sense of caution when looking at August.

“Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am August, a professor at the Calva Magic Academy, specializing in light magic. I have been researching the impact of light magic on undead and curses,” August politely extended his hand to Marsha.

“Hello,” Marsha gently shook his hand.

“Both you and this little lion are quite interesting. I even think that Holy Light Magic is not enough to eliminate it. It is completely different from a regular undead puppet,” August smiled and said, “The academy will be on vacation soon. Perhaps when I have some free time, we can have a deeper conversation about your research on absorbing undead creatures. It is still a blank field for now.”

Marsha didn’t quite understand what the professor was saying, but she still nodded in agreement.

“Uncle August, it’s not easy for you to come to the Abyss. I have an employee here who has also been cursed. Since you are an expert in this field, please help her,” Charlotte said, grabbing his hand as he was about to leave and gesturing to Kasha.

“Kasha, come here.”

“Aquatic humanoid?” August looked at Kasha, also surprised.

Even in Calva, merfolk were extremely rare. The sea clans did not like living on land, even when trading with land-dwelling races, it mostly happened near the coast.

Kasha approached nervously, but there was a hint of hope in her eyes. Perhaps this powerful light mage could remove the curse on her.

“Let me see your hand,” August said.

Kasha extended her hand.

August touched her hand lightly with his finger, and a golden light fell upon her hand.

A dark red mark appeared instantly, devouring the golden light.

Kasha quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been pricked by a needle. Her hand turned bright red, and tears shimmered in her eyes from the pain.

“This curse is quite peculiar,” August’s expression became serious. He took a step forward, holding Kasha’s hand and carefully examining the back of her hand. His fingertip lit up with a faint golden light again, gently touching her hand.

The dark red mark appeared once again, but this time the reaction was weaker, and faint shadowy figures could be vaguely seen.

“Red Moon, this curse seems to be related to the Red Moon?” August released Kasha’s hand and furrowed his brow.

Adolf pondered, “Related to the Red Moon? Could it be a demonized curse?”

“No, if it were a demonized curse, it would only appear during the Red Moon night, and only a few undead mages have mastered such curses. The demonic creatures are mostly triggered to appear by the cursed individuals,” August shook his head, scrutinizing Kasha, and asked, “How did you get cursed? What were the symptoms?”

Kasha looked at Charlotte after a glance, seeing him nodding, she spoke up, “Over a year ago, I encountered a black mist underwater and fell into a coma. When I woke up, I was already in the Abyss sewers. Since then, seawater can corrode my skin, making it impossible for me to return to the sea. Moreover, I am gradually losing the ability to survive on land, and I have been having trouble breathing since last month.”

“This curse is truly malicious. It prevents a merfolk from returning to the sea. It’s like killing her,” Jacques exclaimed.

“And this curse is also stifling her ability to survive on land,” Adolf also sighed. He thought of a person, the grandson of Luxian. The little guy brought a mermaid to him two years ago, begging for his help. Unfortunately, he tried various methods but to no avail. He wondered how she was now. The incident of the sea clans encountering this mysterious black mist was not an Isolated case.

“Black mist, it’s probably a variant of the Resentment Mist,” August’s expression became even more solemn.

“Resentment Mist? What is that?” Charlotte immediately asked. He had heard about the Curse Mist from the witch. It seemed that this mist also existed on land.

“After the appearance of the Red Moon, in certain parts of the Isor Continent, black mists formed from condensed resentment emerged. Once living beings enter these black mists, they will die. A small number of survivors might experience some mutations, like being cursed,” August explained, furrowing his brows. “I didn’t expect resentment mists to appear in the deep sea as well.”