MM Racing Chapter 128 You Owe Me Two Lives
Chapter 128 You Owe Me Two Lives
Lorne stared at the girl before him, lost in thought.
Psychological problems are theoretically something that every extraordinary person will experience.
To resist the corrosive power of the potion, every extraordinary individual is more or less abnormal.
Moreover, the higher the sequence, the more severe the condition.
But Tracy gave Lorne a slightly different feeling.
A strange sense of disconnect.
She was the one who actively seduced me, and she expressed her dissatisfaction with my failure to fall for her tricks.
But I could also sense that her so-called dissatisfaction was mixed with a bit of joy.
Despite skillfully using her identity as a beautiful girl to gain benefits, she despises this identity from the bottom of her heart, and every time she flaunts her charm, she carries an undisguised self-loathing.
It's like... an actor forced to play a role, who hates the costume but has no choice but to wear it on stage.
I can't understand...
She definitely has a problem with her self-perception.
"Rachi, feeding her to build a closer relationship is indeed a good idea."
"But don't act rashly." Lorne ruffled the orange cat's head and whispered, "The opponent is a high-level 'assassin,' you can't defeat him."
"Meow?"
"Besides, since we're adrift at sea, it's best not to let internal strife get the better of us."
"I wasn't lusting after her, I'm telling the truth." As if sensing the orange cat's unusual emotions, Lorne explained.
"Meow..." The orange cat gave him a meaningful look, then lowered its body and curled up.
"Uh... ah..."
Tracy's sudden groan made Lorne tense up.
"This doesn't seem good," Lorne said, looking at Tracy, who was standing still.
"Miss, are you alright?"
No answer...
"Miss?"
Out of caution, Lorne did not go forward to check on her, but instead used his spiritual vision to examine Tracy's condition.
The spirit's color was quite dull, and one could clearly feel her life force draining away, to the point where it was life-threatening.
Has the original injury worsened...? Lorne rested his chin on his hand.
"Meow." The orange cat next to me suddenly raised its tail, seemingly excited.
"Meow...!" It stretched out its paw and let out a low meow, as if to say that the time had come.
The "assassin" can kill with a single blow.
"Meow!"
Rachel's eyes were filled with a strange sense of pleasure as she pounced on Tracy with wild, clawing motions.
However, as it lunged forward, Lorne swiftly grabbed it by the scruff of its neck.
The precision unique to "machines".
"Meow..." Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Lorne heard a distinct hint of reproach in Rachi's meow.
"Don't move." Lorne's voice was low, his spiritual intuition had just given him a warning.
He had a premonition that if he let Lachi kill Tracy, it would probably cause a lot of trouble.
"Meow…"
Seemingly sensing its owner's seriousness, the orange cat shrank back and remained silent.
……
After waiting a moment and seeing that Tracy still didn't move, Lorne tiptoed to her side and poked her with the Ripper.
Poke, poke.
There's no response, it can't be...
"Uh..." Tracy, who had fallen into a coma, suddenly uttered a dreamlike murmur:
"Mother, Mom, have I been abandoned...?"
Looks like he's still alive.
However, there's no normal reason to separate the words "mother" and "mom," meaning...
Is it a psychological problem caused by family factors...?
"abandon……"
Lorne felt a sudden surge of sympathy; in a way, he too had been abandoned by his original world.
"Sigh, it seems I'm not cut out to be a bad guy after all."
"But why is it that no one helps me when I need it... both before and now?"
……
"Does she have a fever?" Lorne touched Tracy's forehead... Her temperature was too high.
He hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted the coat wrapped around her and began to examine her.
"Meow!" Rachel, standing nearby, expressed her dissatisfaction.
"It's just a necessary check," Lorne explained, then unbuttoned Tracy's white shirt.
"Nice figure..."
"Meow!"
"Ahem..." Lorne became serious.
"A shocking wound." There was a clear burn on Tracy's back, the scarlet wound contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin.
"Did you get infected from prolonged exposure to seawater?"
"But this shouldn't be happening."
Normally, given the physical condition of an extraordinary person, it shouldn't have deteriorated to this extent.
"Besides, her sequence might be higher than mine."
"What should I do..." Lorne muttered to himself.
He remembered the medicine he had bought and the limited amount of fresh water.
"Precious supplies versus the lives of strangers..."
"Sigh... Saving lives is the priority."
"You owe me two lives..." Lorne muttered to himself.
He unscrewed the water bottle and used clean fresh water to give Tracy's wound a simple rinse.
He then picked up his handbag and took out the potion he had previously bought from Roy King.
Wait... did he grab the wrong one again? Lorne's hand holding the potion froze in mid-air.
He recalled Danitz's experience; the two drugs were quite similar.
"Let's not have another blunder..."
He examined the medicine in the moonlight for a few moments.
Only after confirming that it was correct did they apply it to Tracy's wound.
"Bear with it," he whispered, even though he knew the other person couldn't hear him.
The moment the medicine touched the wound, Tracy convulsed, letting out a whimper like a cub.
"Ugh~"
……
Ouch, it itches... Tracy slowly opened her deep blue eyes.
I saw an orange cat licking its own face.
"I...I actually fell asleep."
Strange, the wound doesn't hurt as much anymore...
Tracy felt around her body and discovered that her wounds had been bandaged.
"This is... that coat..." Tracy stroked the strip of cloth covering her body.
Since there were no bandages available, Lorne had to remove part of his coat.
"Mother...didn't come."
She looked somewhat disappointed, then turned to Lorne beside her: "Hey! What did you do?"
Tracy sat up abruptly, letting out a muffled groan as the movement aggravated her wound.
"Hmph..." Lorne stretched. "Is this how you treat your savior?"
"My savior?"
"Is there a third person here?" Lorne waved his hand. "I didn't close my eyes all night to take care of you."
"Here, take this." He handed over a small bowl made from canned food.
"What... what is this?"
"Eat something; you need nutrition."
"..."
Tracy didn't move. She stared intently at Lorne, her azure eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and confusion.
"Don't you believe me? If I wanted to harm you, you would be dead already." With that, Lorne pushed the bowl in front of her.
Why?
"Well?"
"Why are you helping me?" Tracy clenched her hands.
She didn't feel anything strange about herself, and her previous attempts to seduce Lorne had no effect, which meant that Lorne wasn't after her body.
Furthermore, she didn't reveal her name, so it probably wasn't because of the bounty.
So... she couldn't understand why Lorne would help a stranger. Wouldn't it have been the optimal solution to wait until she died and then take away her special characteristics?
"Why..." Lorne fell into deep thought, then said directly that he felt sorry for you and took pity on you.
Forget it, this guy's mental state isn't normal to begin with, saying that would probably have the opposite effect.
After a moment of silence, Lorne stood up, unusually assertive. He took two steps forward, standing in front of Tracy and looking down at her.
"Hmph! Why?"
"I'll help if I want to, it's none of your business!"
"You..." Tracy's breath hitched.
"And besides, including this time, you owe me two lives."
"Don't even think about dying until I think you've repaid this debt of gratitude."
"..." Tracy covered her mouth and stood there stunned. Apart from her mother, this was the first time anyone had spoken to her in such a tone.
Moreover, after she became a witch, the men she encountered were either terrified of her or fawned over her; she never...
"Hmph! What's with the attitude!"
Besides... I should be on top.
Looking at the aloof Lorne, Tracy roared inwardly.
I should always be the one on top!
……
Lorne felt a little embarrassed watching Tracy quietly eat her food.
"That seems too pretentious, it's not my style!"
Um... oh well, never mind!
"Brando's the one showing off, what does that have to do with me, Lorne?"
At this moment, Brando officially distinguished himself from Lorne.