With a loud shout from Orion, a strange energy Swirl-ed out from him as the center.
In an instant, the collapsed walls and ruined soil seemed to reverse in time, stacking back together and gradually returning to their original state.
Games are not like reality; this city covers five hundred square kilometers, yet such a large area was actually encompassed within the magic circle.
But if you are going to put on a show, you have to do it right. With such heavy injuries, could you really repair the entire Mondstadt? Definitely not. Fortunately, the worst damage in the city was around the church, while the damage further away was basically caused by the aftermath of the battle.
So, Orion mainly repaired the church area and erected Venti's Statue. The further out he went, the less he repaired, and by the city walls, he barely fixed anything.
And it really is the Middle Ages; many of the stacked buildings in Mondstadt lack structural columns. That won't do! Let me add a few for you, lest everything collapses in an earthquake, and the Fatui see it and think we can't even build proper houses.
After the repairs were completed, the light enveloping the city gradually dissipated. Orion was about to stand up when his body suddenly tilted, and he knelt on the ground.
He clutched his chest, seemingly in pain, and suddenly, with a pfft, a mouthful of dark red blood sprayed onto the ground! Everyone, don't underestimate this mouthful of blood; the most tiring part of this whole process is this single mouthful of blood. Before spitting it out, one must extract the exact amount of blood from the mimic body—no more, no less; then change its color to dark red, remove the divinity, immortality, and contamination, kill off the highly radioactive elements, and clean out the cells so there's no risk of the whole city turning into Godzilla tomorrow. Then, remove the strong acids and alkalis so that one mouthful of blood doesn't dissolve the ground and cause groundwater to gush out, and so on and so forth.
This mouthful of blood is a testament to the mimic's industrial assembly line entering a new era; even if you took it to a hospital for a blood test, the doctor would praise how healthy you are. The little golden man on the Oscar trophy should be replaced with a Statue of himself, and there must be a red spot on the base, because if this mouthful of blood were missing, even the best actor wouldn't accept the trophy.
After this blood was spat out, Barbara and Amber panicked. They rushed over and hurriedly helped Orion up.
"Orion! Are you okay!"
"You fool! Your body is already like this, how could you still use such a technique!"
Orion didn't speak, just shook his head, as if he had no strength. This scene made the two young girls' hearts ache. Though not old, their maternal instincts were already overflowing, and they quickly took Orion toward the church.
In the crowd, Sucrose's eyes sparkled with tiny stars.
"The Transmutation Circle... so cool!"
Inside the church, Barbara led the way, and together with Amber, they supported Orion toward a private room.
I mean, the infirmary.
Seeing the two of them like this, Orion thought, wouldn't his friendship levels just explode?
No, can't laugh yet. Let's see, forty seconds. In forty seconds, they'll reach Barbara's clinic, then he can declare victory!
After entering the clinic, Barbara immediately directed Amber to start the treatment.
"Come, take off his top first!"
"Ah? No, that's not appropriate..."
"There's nothing inappropriate about it, we can't worry about that now, his condition is very serious!"
Before long, Amber and Barbara took off Orion's top, revealing his firm muscles and some black lines that looked very wrong.
Both were shocked; they hadn't expected it to have deteriorated to such a point?!
Because Orion—oh no, it's Hoska—was now pretending to be a patient too injured to speak, he had to keep silent and watch them fiddle with his body.
"Barbara, how do you usually remove his curse?"
"Like this, like that (doing something with her legs)."
"Ah? He's so weak now, would it be too heavy for two people?"
"Should be fine, right? He's so strong."
"Okay, let's stand on him!"
On his back, a pair of slightly damp socks and a pair of soft stockings stepped on.
Orion just wanted to say, the feeling is indescribable—oh no, it is describable!
Half an hour later, Orion felt the weight on him lessen and finally snapped back to reality. The massage was over?
Feeling his mimic body refreshed, Orion was about to get up when he heard a voice from the side.
"That's not right, it had no effect at all. Barbara, are you sure this works?"
"But, but I usually do it this way..."
Orion:?!
Oh no, forgot to delete the texture.
Barbara looked at the black stripes on Orion and had a sudden idea: "Right, how does he usually cuddle with you?"
Amber blushed a little: "Me? I think... he just holds me, like this."
Amber gestured a princess-carry pose.
Barbara's astonishing wisdom began to process this.
Stepping on the back is fine, cuddling is also fine, so the posture is secondary; what's important is the cuddling.
"Come, let's hug him!"
"Ho, how do we hug?"
"I'll be on the inside, you on the outside!"
"But he's lying on his stomach right now?"
"Turn him over and let him lie on his side!"
Before long, Barbara's delicate body was pressed against Orion's back, and Amber was pressed against his chest.
After a while, Amber suddenly asked Barbara: "Barbara, is something poking you on your side?"
Barbara looked confused: "What's poking me?"
Amber shook her head: "Let's talk about it later."
Half an hour later, the two girls, who had been sitting on the side studying the situation, were deep in thought.
"It is indeed part of his body. In other words, although the markings haven't decreased, Orion's body has indeed recovered a little; at least there's a reaction."
Barbara agreed: "But what's the difference between the two?"
The two began to control the variables, and soon reached a conclusion.
The time was the same, the latter was more useful, so where was the difference?
They concluded it was the contact surface area.
This conclusion shocked Orion for a whole year.
Is this a conclusion a human can come to?! Oh no, wait, if you think about it carefully, their reasoning method seems correct.
Amber's face flushed: "Barbara, are, are we really going to do this?"
Barbara also became a steamed bun: "He, he doesn't have consciousness right now, should be fine, right."
Orion: I do! I have consciousness! Aren't my eyes half-open! Didn't you make eye contact with me just now?!
Another half hour passed.
Barbara and Amber sat together, dejected. On the chair next to them, the clothes of three people were neatly folded.
""Sigh...""
Both sighed heavily.
"Cuddling like this didn't work? Is our method wrong?"
"The method shouldn't be wrong, maybe it's just that the previous treatment was stopped for too long."
"Then what do we do? It's been an hour and a half, and he still hasn't reacted at all..."
"...There is a reaction!" Barbara suddenly exclaimed: "It's not that there's no reaction at all."
Amber also realized: "Indeed! Is this a breakthrough point?"
But in the blink of an eye, both their moods dropped again.
"But... we've already hugged all over and it didn't work, will this little bit of surface area be useful..." Amber sighed heavily.
Barbara was dejected, but a pair of pearly white feet entered her field of vision.
"It seems, it doesn't necessarily have to be hugging... You say, could it be that as long as the relative surface area is large enough, it'll work?"
Another half hour, and Orion, who had finally deleted the black line texture, thanked the two for their treatment.
It was too hard, deleting this texture took half the day!
Barbara had already put on her pajamas, the old garment was thrown into the trash, and Amber also rinsed her socks with water before putting them on.
Walking two steps on the ground, it still felt a bit odd.
Finally, the three of them lingered for a while, and Orion said many sweet nothings before preparing to leave; after all, it was very late, and the two needed to rest.
Amber originally wanted to go home, but after discussing with Barbara, she stayed the night. However, before Orion left, Barbara, who was helping him straighten his collar, glared at him fiercely.
"Starting tomorrow, come every morning to break the curse! Not a single day can be missed! We'll be waiting here!"
That's terrifying, brothers.
Forced to agree to Barbara, Orion walked out of the church.
The night was deep. Because Orion had quickly repaired the city, everyone had prioritized going home to rest.
Earlier, the church had announced to the residents that the deity had returned to heal Dvalin, who had then disappeared. Dvalin would return to his lair to recuperate but remained the Guardian of the East Wind, and all the blame was shifted to the Abyss Order.
What's up, a crowned dragon king acting as the grand worshiper for Mondstadt—that's Fontaine-level treatment.
Walking on the road, looking at the starry sky, Orion felt it was a trip worth taking.
"Orion?"
Suddenly someone called out to Orion.
He turned back and saw a beauty with blonde hair standing under the moon—it was Acting Grand Master Jean.
Jean walked over, looked at Orion's neck, and said with some joy: "Is your curse healed?"
Orion thought about it; he had to come to the church tomorrow, so it definitely wasn't healed. He pulled up his sleeve to reveal the dense black markings: "I can move freely, but it's still some distance from being fully healed."
Jean's expression became pained. She suddenly looked up at Orion, then at his arm.
Pursing her lips, Jean said: "Tomorrow, starting tomorrow, Mondstadt will hold a three-day festival. Can, can you come to discuss the progress of the event with me?"
"Now?" Orion thought about it, it wasn't bad, so he agreed: "Of course, go to your office?"
"Go to my home."
Orion:???
Did the office lock the door?
Of course not, because what follows is adult time.
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