Arknightcraft Modpack (Steve in Terra) (Minecraft x Arknight)

"You might as well just kill the patient and revive them afterward—it'd be a cleaner solution. Do you even realize how much pain cutting out Originium without anesthesia would cause?"

After hearing Steven's explanation, Gavial felt like he should've just kept his mouth shut.

This so-called treatment—even by the wild standards of her homeland—was something almost no one would accept.

"That's why it still needs improvement."

Steven had considered using Lingering Potions of Healing, but that led to another issue—Dragon's Breath.

He had no idea how he was supposed to get his hands on that in this world. This place definitely didn't look like it had any End Portals lying around.

"Oh, right! Speaking of which, Rhodes Island has all sorts of strange people—do you guys have dragons?"

Steven scratched his head. He just realized he never added Dragon's Breath to his Transmutation Table's recipe list. After all, when you had easy access to the End, it was something you could farm endlessly—no need to waste EMC points.

"Dragons? Are you talking about the Lung from Yan, or the Victoria Draco?"

Gavial was a bit confused by Steven's sudden question. Wasn't he just thinking about how to cure Oripathy? Why did he suddenly change the subject to dragons?

She couldn't understand how the two were connected, but still answered honestly.

"Huh? Do you mean to say there are Oriental dragons too? That's surprising. But no, I'm looking for the kind with wings, the big lizard-type—probably the Dracos you mentioned?"

"You know, creatures with a head like this."

Steven vaguely recalled Kal'tsit mentioning something when she saw his Ender Dragon Head before.

So, he reached into his inventory, pulled it out, and plopped it onto his head, showing it to the girl in front of him.

But from Gavial's perspective, it looked like magic.

In the blink of an eye, Steven's handsome face had completely vanished, replaced by a fierce, menacing dragon head.

Even though Gavial prided herself on having nerves of steel, she instinctively took a step back.

Only after clutching her chest and taking a couple of deep breaths did she recognize Steven beneath the dragon mask.

Her confusion only deepened.

"Wait— how the hell did you do that?"

"It's just a helmet. Don't sweat the details. So, do you know any real Dracos?"

Steven actually had mods that let him raise and ride dragons, but using them just to get Dragon's Breath felt a bit wasteful.

If he could find dragons in this world naturally, it'd be way easier.

After all, Dragon's Breath didn't specify it had to come from an Ender Dragon.

A Draco's breath should count too, right?

"Unfortunately… I've only ever seen records of their existence. As far as I know, they went extinct a long time ago."

Gavial relaxed once she confirmed Steven was still the same annoying bastard as before.

She sighed and shook her head.

"Actually, the way you look right now… you resemble a Draco ancestor more than anything I've seen in books."

As a curious doctor, she couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the dragon head resting on Steven's shoulders.

The texture felt exactly like real skin.

If she hadn't watched Steven transform in front of her, and if he had a tail, Gavial would've seriously believed he was some kind of Draco ancestor disguised as a human.

"Stop touching me. It's itchy."

Steven grimaced and swatted Gavial's small hand away.

He really didn't understand why every time he put this damn dragon head on, people just couldn't resist touching it.

What, did they think his head was some kind of petting zoo attraction?

If they were that interested, they might as well go touch his other 'dragon head' as well.

…Never mind.

Since her touch was at least gentle, he decided to let it slide this time.

But still, if the Dracos were extinct, that meant his plan to extract Dragon's Breath from a dragon-human hybrid was out the window.

Without a Lingering Potion of Healing, he'd have to use a less efficient method instead.

"So why did you even ask? You need Dracos for the treatment?"

Gavial reluctantly withdrew her hand, though she still found the experience of stroking a dragon's head up close strangely novel.

"Would you believe me if I said I needed a Draco's spit?"

"It's for medicine. But saying it out loud just makes it sound disgusting."

Despite his words, Steven had zero intention of hiding it from her.

Sure enough, the green-haired crocodile girl immediately looked like she'd just been force-fed a rotten lemon.

Sure, in the world of medicine, all sorts of weird and nasty stuff could be used as ingredients, but using someone else's saliva?

That was just gross.

"Hey, you asked. And didn't you say you wanted to study my potions? Well, this is a key ingredient. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Steven wasn't lying.

Dragon's Breath was crucial for crafting Lingering Potions, so it technically counted as an ingredient.

"So… without it, there's no way to treat Oripathy?"

Gavial frowned.

She didn't know what Steven was thinking, but she felt disappointed.

She had already expected that Oripathy wasn't something that could be cured easily—if it were as simple as drinking a potion, then the world wouldn't be filled with so many Infected in the first place.

"I'll have to try some other methods. But for now, I probably won't need to use you as a test subject."

Steven had already simulated most of the treatment process in his head.

At worst, it was just a matter of how many Healing Potions he'd need.

But there was no need to explain all that.

As long as he acted like the treatment wasn't complete yet, he wouldn't have to deal with Kal'tsit and the others bothering him all the time.

He knew exactly what would happen if they saw how effective his Healing Potions were.

They'd hound him relentlessly.

Why bring trouble to himself?

"Alright, today's 'Beautiful Girl Waist Exhibition' is officially over. I'm going home to sleep and cherish these beautiful memories."

"You should get dressed. And be careful—you might catch a cold."

Steven stretched lazily and got up, signaling that Gavial could put her clothes back on.

Now that he'd figured out how to treat Oripathy, if he ever felt like playing doctor, he at least had a solid plan.

It was just a shame that this world didn't have something like a Nobel Prize in Medicine.

If it did, wouldn't he have won it effortlessly?

As he entertained this self-indulgent thought, he failed to notice the girl beside him clenching her fists—ready to punch him at any moment.

'This bastard— Why is he always so infuriating?'

With a flush creeping up her cheeks, Gavial found herself at a complete loss as to how to deal with this insufferable man.

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