I Became A Zompirewolf Chapter 118 - Unexpected Help (1)

Chapter 118 - Unexpected Help (1)

What troubles could a bedridden child cause? It would have been a wonder if Ashton could even sit right up. Let alone step out and cause trouble. But there was one thing Ashton was worried about. Why was his body not healing as quickly as it used to before?

Although it was the first time Ashton had gotten injured so badly, he had had his fair share of physical issues thanks to the Mistress's relentless training. He had been hurt and injured so many times that his [Pain Resistance] was already on level 8.

Thus, it was safe to a.s.sume he had been injured a lot of times, and each time his accelerated healing had kicked in to help him get back to his feet in no time. But not this time around.

'There has to be something wrong within my body.' Ashton thought and opened his status to see if he was having some weird status effect or something.

He a.s.sumed maybe in the attempt to calm him down, the student back in the academy or Amaira might have done something to him. But at the moment it was just a hunch and nothing more. However, his hunch soon turned out to be true.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with him. However, it wasn't anything the student or probably even Amaira could have done.

'The moment I get up, I'm gonna kill all these b.a.s.t.a.r.d nurses and doctors!'

The moment Ashton got to know why he was so weak and his injuries didn't seem to be healing, he got enraged beyond his limits.

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Name: Ashton Fenrir

Species: Zombie (Inactive), Vampire (Inactive), Werewolf (Active), Human (Deceased).

Status: Werewolf

Cla.s.s: Una.s.signed

Active Status effects: [Haemorrhage] (Lvl 10), [Poisoned] (Lvl 10), [Fractured] (Lvl 4), [Paralysis] (lvl 5) +2 more

Causes: Rapid consumption of high-grade bleeding potion, Paralysis potion, and a mixture of poisons is rendering the system useless to heal the host.

The user's resistances are actively repelling these debuffs to protect their well-being. However, immediate intervention is advised by the user or else, the effect of these negative effects would not be able to contained and the host might even die.

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Having all of these negative status effects at once wasn't normal at all. h.e.l.l, it wasn't even possible for someone to acquire these many negative effects in actual combat. As for why was Ashton angry with the infirmary staff was because well... rather than healing him, they were rapidly making his condition even worse!

'These fckers will pay for injecting me with all that c.r.a.p...' Ashton thought while staring at the IV drip attached to his hand.

Under the guise of supplying nutrients and medicines into his body, these fckers had been injecting him with a variety of potions and poison in hopes of slowly killing him. As for the [Fractured] and [Haemorrhage] status effects, he might have received them during the fight.

But after all the time he had spent in the infirmary, they should have at least taken care of his bleeding wounds. Yet, they were not even able to do the basic treatment properly. It was a wonder Ashton's body had kept him alive all this while, otherwise, these doctors were dead set on killing him and making it seem like he pa.s.sed away due to his strange 'incurable' wounds.

'I bet those fcking n.o.bles would have paid the staff to do this.'

Ashton did not have to wrack up his brain to come to a conclusion why was it happening to him. By now, he had made way too many enemies. First, there were the Gruntas, then the children of other n.o.bles whom Ashton had beat the c.r.a.p out of ever since the first test.

But he was sure only a high-ranking n.o.ble family would have had enough money and influence to bribe the entire staff of the infirmary. But to would have to make sure his hunch was correct before planning revenge on them.

'f.u.c.k revenge! I have to get rid of all these effects first! Then I'll force these staff b.a.s.t.a.r.ds to admit what they had done to me.'

Just knowing what was going on wouldn't help him. Ashton was more or less helpless and he was [Paralysed]. Although his body was slowly developing a resistance to it, the process was too slow. By the time his body would get rid of the paralysis effect, the rest of the negative effects would have made his condition worse.

Despite all that, the thing which surprised Ashton the most was... how come no one noticed it yet. while he did not have any experience in these things, the mistress and the director should have been able to spot that something was off. After all, they were high levelled beings!

'Stop thinking useless things.' Ashton reminded himself to focus. Wondering about his next steps would not do him any good if he can not get off the bed in the first place.

He tried and tried, but his hands were as useless as a pile of c.r.a.p. He could not even move his fingers, how the fck was he supposed to get rid of the drip attached to him?

'Lucifer! Oi! Help me out!'

Contacting Lucifer was his last ray of hope. But it didn't seem like Lucifer was listening to his cries. After all, he had already made it clear to him that, he was the only one who could contact Ashton and not the other way around.

'Fck!!!'

Ashton's wanted to thrash around, cause a fuss and whatnot. But he simply couldn't. He didn't know how long his body would be able to resist the continuous a.s.sault of potions and poison. The only indicator of his death he had was his slowly reducing HP.

Activating the vampire genes might have helped him get rid of the poison or at least slow its spread. But doing so, without finding a cure for his paralysis first, could have potentially leaked his secret.

However, just when all hope seemed to be lost, Ashton heard a sudden commotion outside. He could hear more than a dozen different footsteps heading in his direction and a moment later the doors leading to his room were thrown open.

'What the h.e.l.l is she doing here!?'