Help!! This Girl Is A Yandere!!!-Chapter 29: Healing Potion

"Haa... haa... haa... haa..."Xavier panted heavily, his breath shallow and ragged, lungs straining to pull in air. Sweat dripped from his forehead and mixed with the blood staining his face. His body trembled—not from fear, but from sheer exertion.

"Haa... thank... god... there’s no... PETA... in this godforsaken place... haa..." he muttered with a grim chuckle, barely able to stand.

"Ugh... I gotta... get up..." he grunted, planting one knee into the blood-soaked soil. "Guh..."

With a wince, Xavier rose shakily to his feet, steadying himself by bracing against his knees. His gaze slowly turned toward the colossal corpse sprawled before him.

"Time for me to claim my spoils."

Still panting, he dragged his injured left leg through the mud and gore, making his way toward the fallen beast.

"Urrh...!"

Thud

He dropped beside it and eyed the chest of the Scorching Bear.

"If I’m not mistaken... it should be right around here," he said to himself.

His hands began to glow faintly, bathed in a soft bluish light as Aether surged through his Etherlines once more.

RRIIIIPP~

With both hands clenched tight, Xavier pressed his fingers against the bear’s scorched, blood-matted chest. Then, with a sharp exhale and a low grunt, he pulled.

RRRIIIPP—!!

The bear’s flesh tore open under his grip, the wet, sickening sound of splitting muscle and snapping bone echoed through the silent clearing.

Gush!!

Blood sprayed from the torn cavity, drenching Xavier’s hands and forearms in steaming crimson. The stench of raw meat, iron, and burnt fur hit him like a wall, thick and nauseating.

Under normal circumstances, even for someone like Xavier, attempting such a feat would not have been possible without special weapons. After all, this was a Feral Grade Monster—a creature on par with a full-fledged Tier 1 Transcendent. Its body had once been reinforced by a dense network of Aether-infused muscle, tendons, and hide tougher than steel. Even a direct strike from a weapon would’ve barely scratched it during its prime.

But the beast was no longer alive.

The moment its heart had stopped beating, its Core—once the source of its raw strength—had ceased its function. No longer did Aether course through its veins to harden its body and reinforce its defenses. Now, it was just meat. Heavy, thick, unnaturally dense meat, yes—but no longer untouchable.

And Xavier was no ordinary Tier 0 Transcendent.

He gritted his teeth and pushed his arms further in, feeling the internal heat dissipate as his hands plunged through layers of tissue. Every inch he tore felt like peeling through armor with bare fingers—but it was doable. Because the monster was dead and its strength had died with it.

More than that, Xavier was strong enough to take what was his.

Flash~!

From within the open chest, a soft orange glow pulsed faintly. A spherical Core, nestled beside the remains of the creature’s shattered ribs, emitted a warm radiance.

"Woah~" Xavier’s eyes widened. He knelt closer, momentarily entranced by the raw beauty of the object before him.

"What a beauty. Come to papa~"

He reached out and grasped the Core. The moment his fingers curled around it—

"Huh? It’s... hot?" he muttered, blinking in confusion.

The warmth spread across his palm, almost comforting, like the last dying embers of a fire.

"Must be because the bear was fire-attributed. Makes sense, I guess. Still, hot or not, it’s mine now. And more importantly..."

Xavier held it up and grinned.

"I finally have a Feral Grade Core. With this... I can definitely reach Tier 1 myself."

But then his smile faltered. He glanced down at his battered leg, pain pulsing from the freshly healed wound.

"Trying to ascend in this condition, though... that’s no different than suicide. I’ll kill myself before I even cross the threshold."

He let out a slow breath, face turning serious.

"Better to stabilize my current Level and let my body recover first. Then I can safely make the breakthrough."

"Still... how the hell did that thing fall from the damn sky? Did a Tier 2 Monster launch it? That can’t be right. A monster that powerful would not be lurking in the outskirts of the Periculous Forest." He furrowed his brows.

"Something’s not adding up. But... I am lucky it was already half-dead. Otherwise, even I would have had a hard time putting it down."

That’s right, Xavier firmly believed he could have defeated the Scorching Bear even if it had been at full strength.

"Hmm... I feel like I am forgetting something important," he muttered aloud, pressing his index finger and thumb against his chin.

His eyes widened.

"Oh shit! Haley! The Inflibug! My bag!! I completely forgot!"

Dash!

He bolted through the forest, moving so fast even with his injury it was almost like a blur. Within a short time, he returned to the place where he had first confronted the bear—only to freeze mid-stride, his heart pounding in his ears.

His gaze darted around the area.

"No..."

The Hell’s Advocate Dagger... was gone.

The Inflibug—also gone.

He stepped forward in disbelief.

"No, no, no, no, no—NO!" he repeated, scouring the area in a frenzy, his hands tearing through bushes and branches, eyes wild.

Minutes passed—two long, painful minutes of fruitless searching.

And then... he stopped.

Thud

He fell to the ground, landing on his butt, eyes blank as he stared at the sky above.

"What... what do I do now?"

"..."

Silence.

And then... something clicked.

His eyes slowly regained their clarity.

"Haley and the Inflibug... no, the dagger and the scout drone. They don’t define me. They were tools. Useful, yes. But not essential."

"They didn’t complete my strength. They supplemented it. If they’re gone, then they’re gone. End of story. After all, the only thing that completes my strength... is me."

A sudden calm washed over him, replacing the earlier panic with icy resolve.

"The only one I need to depend on to get stronger is myself and no one else, everything else is just a bonus.. That’s how it has always been, and that’s how it’s going to stay."

Xavier said, his previous look of panic gone as if it never existed in the first place and was replaced by a calm and cold look and clear sharp... red eyes.

"Besides... I already have a hunch who is behind all of this." Xavier said as he looked at the tree he Transcended in from his peripheral vision.

He got up from the ground and walked towards it.

He slightly crouched beside it.

"Heh~ Just as I thought."

Reaching behind the trunk, he pulled out his backpack.

Zzip~

He unzipped it and peered inside.

"Huhu~ You win some, you lose some. That is how the world works."

Inside the bag were several items he hadn’t packed. One in particular caught his eye—a small vial filled with bright green liquid.

"Is this... a Healing Potion?"

He squinted in disbelief.

"No way... right?"

For a long moment, Xavier just stared.

Then—

"Only one way to find out."

Pop!

He uncorked the vial, and a vile, bitter stench hit him square in the face.

"Ugh! Smells like a skunk farted in a durian factory..."

He pinched his nose, considering his options.

"Should I drink this? ...Ah, screw it."

He tipped it back and gulped the entire contents down in one go.

"Bleh~ Tastes even worse than it smells!" He stuck his tongue out, gagging.

But almost immediately, he felt a strange burning sensation in his left leg—the exact spot where he had been wounded.

"Urgh...!"

He groaned, teeth gritted as the pain intensified. His skin began to crawl as the flesh wriggled unnaturally, regenerating before his eyes. Within minutes, the wound was completely healed—leaving only a faint scar behind.

"Amazing... It actually worked."

He ran a finger over the scar.

"Well... at least it looks cool."

Then his expression turned contemplative.

"Still... where the hell did Samuel get a Healing Potion? These things aren’t for sale. Even if you’ve got the money, you need connections."

He was right. Potions were privileges of the elite—nobles, high-level personnel, and people with pull. Everyone else had to rely on standard, albeit advanced, medical treatment.

"No use dwelling on it." He stood up, cracking his knuckles.

"Time to focus on something else... like..."

His eyes narrowed, and a cold gleam entered them.

"Hunting you *astards down."

Rustle Rustle

"Grrr...!"

"Hgrr...!"

"Rrrgh...!"

The bushes around him shook, and within seconds, over two dozen Ungraded Wolves emerged, snarling and snapping their jaws.

Xavier turned toward them slowly, utterly unbothered, as if staring at a pack of mutts.

Even the strongest among them was barely Level 9.

To Xavier, who was confident enough that he could defeat a perfectly fine and uninjured Tier 1 Scorching Bear, these Ungraded Wolves weren’t even worth mentioning.

"What’s with the glare, huh? Pissed because I wiped out your buddies?"

The wolves growled louder in response, baring their jagged teeth, their golden eyes filled with primal rage.

’Around 2 dozen of them, eh? Not that it matters either way.’

"Don’t worry," he said, cracking his knuckles.

"I’ll send you to join them... very soon."