The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 122: Is Roselyn a Masochist? (Warning: Slight Guro)

Chapter 122: Is Roselyn a Masochist? (Warning: Slight Guro)

I released the ability so the fairies won’t turn into empty husks. Using it on normal folks will make them see all manner of things, and death is also a possibility.

Their minds thinking they’re already dead, and their hearts believing it and stopping by itself.

A horrid ability, if I say so myself. I toned it down several layers, so Roselyn would only be lightly scared. But I was surprised to see such a reaction from her.

What in the world did she see? I wonder. It’d probably be rude to ask her, "Hey, when I terrified you a while ago, what did you see?!"

And I didn’t think she’d release her technique the last minute and break her leg too.

I hope she won’t hate m--

"Aw... Awwweeesssooommmeee!!"

Eh?

Suddenly, with tears in her eyes, she yelled smiling like a lively kid.

"Benjamin Mark, you’re so amazing! Are you sure you’re not a spirit?" she asked me delighted.

"Hey, Roselyn, stop moving!" A fairy there trying to use magic on her broken, distorted leg, caution in panic.

Isabelle beheld her sister, and I could see the flicker of concern she tried to hide.

"Wh... What did you do?" she stood beside me and asked.

"Don’t worry. Roselyn has a very strong mental state," I assured her, "she’s alright."

Then I walked towards them on the ground, as they fuzzed to heal the all smiles Roselyn.

"Don’t bother." I told them, "I was coating myself in Amazon magic so Roselyn would take extra damages. Her leg won’t heal, unless maybe Queen Titania helps out."

They were all shocked and went surprised from my statement, as I moved to hold Roselyn’s right leg with both of my hands.

"I didn’t take this into consideration, sorry," I smiled at her.

"No! I’m just so happy you showed me your true self! You were so hot!"

Huh? What’s she talking about?

And is this person a masochist?

I began to channel magic into her leg, but instead of chanting a spell or saying incantations, I let Sys take over the process.

Roselyn’s leg began to heal before everyone’s eyes; something that those fairies couldn’t fix.

But damn, the wound was ugly; using your own intentions to shatter your leg on something hard probably wasn’t the best feeling out there:

The tibia had snapped clean through midway down her shin, and the sharp white bone end protruding outward through torn dark skin in a jagged, splintered point about two inches long.

Blood welled around the wound in thick, dark flows, running down her calf in sticky streams and pooling under her on the glowing moss.

The surrounding flesh was already swelling purple and black, with the muscle fibers visible where the skin had ripped open in ragged flaps.

Her foot dangled at an unnatural angle, the toes pointed downward in a limp, broken way that made the joint look dislocated.

Every small tremor of pain made the exposed bone shift slightly, grinding against raw tissue with wet, grating sounds that could turned stomachs.

Sys directed magic into the wound in a steady, invisible stream. At first nothing seemed to happen, but then the bone began to retract.

The protruding shard of tibia pulled back inward with a slow, sickening slide, like a blade being sheathed in wet leather.

The jagged end scraped against torn muscle and skin as it retreated, dragging strings of blood and tissue with it.

The sound was visceral: a low, wet crunch as the bone aligned itself, followed by a series of sharp pops as the fracture line began to knit. Splinters of bone dust puffed out from the wound like fine white smoke.

The torn skin around the break started to move next. Ragged flaps of dark flesh drew together like living curtains being pulled closed.

Tiny threads of tissue—pink and raw—stretched across the gap, weaving themselves into new connections.

Blood vessels reconnected in tiny, pulsing bridges, fresh red surging through them as circulation returned.

The swelling began to recede almost immediately; purple-black bruises faded to angry red, then to mottled yellow, the inflammation draining away as though sucked out by invisible hands.

Muscle fibers that had been shredded and splayed realigned themselves in neat bundles, sliding back into place with faint, wet sliding sounds.

The skin sealed over the wound last—edges pulling tight, knitting in a smooth line that left only a thin pink scar behind.

The scar itself shimmered briefly, then faded to match her dark complexion, leaving the leg whole and unmarred.

Even Isabelle behind me had her eyes wide. "Without... an incantation? For such a high-level magic?"

Oh, so that was the cause for their shock? Not the fact that I’m mending a broken leg like a miracle worker?

Ow!

I suddenly felt a sharp stab in my head, as I closed one eye.

{Warning: Master should desist from using Serpentine Gaze’s all-seeing eye already. It appears to be destroying master’s brain with sudden information pool.}

Eh?! What’s that casual way to say I’m dying?

And that actually happens, where information fries brain?!

Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off!

With the ability deactivated, Isabelle who was behind me disappeared from my vision, though I could still magically make out her form without looking at her using any ability.

Her bright green hair bun swayed gently as she shifted her weight, wings giving a small, worried flutter.

The platform around us remained silent except for the soft rustle of moss under shifting feet and the distant hum of fairy dust in the night air.

Roselyn’s leg was almost completely healed now, so I felt it was time to ask the rude question;

"Uh... What did you mean by ’my true self’?" I asked her, keeping my hands steady on her shin as the last threads of bone and flesh knit together. "Did you not see your own fears?"

"Oh...?" She looked up thoughtful, her golden eyes distant for a second. "My fear? No, what I saw was a really sexy man with reddish brown hair in a ponytail, with a super handsome face."

"Really?" I wondered if she was scared of hot men. "Then what about that scared you?"