Ronan picked up the invitation from the Ironclad Guild and tossed it into the waste bin beside his bed. He had already warned them that hunting an A-rank Mother Worm Ground Beast was too dangerous, but nobody listened to him. As far as he was concerned, they could go without him.He winced as he stretched his left arm, his fingers moving towards the bandages around his shoulder. There were several others across his chest and legs, injuries he had received during their previous expedition.Ronan was an F-rank Hunter whose only ability was to absorb injuries from other people. Once he touched an injured person, the wound would disappear from their body and appear on his instead.For three years, the Ironclad Guild had used him as their healer, paying him almost nothing while he suffered the injuries they received during expeditions. They didn't keep him because they liked him. He was simply cheaper than hiring a proper healer, and he couldn't afford to leave because they paid for his yo

Confusion flooded every single part of Ronan's body at the voice that had just resounded in his mind. He stared at the golden screen floating before his eyes, unable to understand what had happened or where the voice had come from.[Reverse Transfer Successful!][Hidden Ability Awakened!]When he looked up, the Mother Worm was struggling to support its enormous body. Blood was pouring from a deep wound along its side, and every attempt it made to move seemed to worsen the injury.Ronan recognized the wound almost immediately.Three months ago, a Hunter from the Ironclad Guild had returned from an expedition with a terrible injury that had nearly split his body open. Darius had ordered Ronan to absorb it despite his protests, and although the Hunter recovered immediately, Ronan had spent almost three months in bed before he could move without pain.The wound on the creature's body looked exactly the same.Ronan glanced at his hand, remembering the strange force that had shot out of his

"Are you not buying?" Ronan replied flatly, looking at the young merchant who was still examining him from behind his spectacles.The merchant cleared his throat and adjusted the black robe covering his shoulders. His eyes moved towards the bag Ronan was carrying before returning to his face, and for a moment, he seemed unsure of what to say.Ronan could tell that the man wasn't from the town. Although he had dressed like the other merchants and arranged his stall to look ordinary, he appeared unfamiliar with the people who visited the market. Otherwise, he would have recognized Ronan immediately, just as the other merchants had.It wasn't difficult to understand what the young man was thinking either. Ronan's clothes were worn and stained with blood, and nothing about his appearance suggested that he was a Hunter capable of obtaining valuable crystals.However, unlike the others, the merchant seemed to be making an effort not to look down on him."Well, I do buy crystals," the young

Ronan stared at the merchant, his hand tightening around the strap of his bag. The doctors had always told him that his sister's condition could only be managed, and for three years, he had depended on the guild to keep her treatment going.Even if he found enough money to settle the hospital bills, she would still need to remain under their care. He had asked whether there was anything else they could do, but the answer had always been the same.Now the merchant was telling him that the egg inside his bag could be part of a permanent cure.He wanted to ask where he could find the remaining four. If the young man knew what they were used for, perhaps he also knew where to look for them.However, he stopped himself before the question left his mouth. The merchant had already asked where he had obtained the first egg. Asking how to find the others would only make him more curious.Ronan loosened his grip on the bag and lowered his hand to the table."I can see you don't want to talk abo

For a moment, nobody spoke. The people who had been laughing at Ronan stared after him, trying to get another look at the bag.Then a loud laugh came from one of the stalls. It was the same trader who had dismissed Ronan earlier. He looked towards the man pointing at the egg, his face full of amusement."Are you trying to be funny?" he asked. "That useless healer, carrying a True Bond egg? Are we in the afterlife already?"The man turned towards him, but before he could answer, another trader joined in."You should be more careful about what you say. You almost made me believe it.""Perhaps he saw an ordinary egg and got excited," someone else added, causing several people to laugh.Their attention returned to Ronan, who had slowed down to adjust his bag. The movement had exposed more of its contents than he intended, and he reached inside to settle the eggs properly before drawing the opening closed."Look at him hiding it now," the first trader said. "If he really had something so v