Chapter 3 - Multiverse Adventurer

I look around the village and see a lot of people injured from the fight. I use my [Observe] on them and wince a little when I see the worst one.

[Camilla Valerius] [Level: 3]

[HP: 12 / 125]

What makes matters worse is that she is someone I know from the game. She is one of the few marriage candidates in Skyrim. I watch as her brother kneels next to her, sobbing. I watch a woman pour potions into her mouth, but it is not working.

"I am sorry. Her wound is too much for the potions."

"No! No. No. No. No."

Lucan Valerius shakes his head in denial and starts to cry even harder as he takes her hand and clutches it tightly. I walk toward them and say.

"I am a healer. May I heal her?"

The woman looks at me and opens her mouth. However, Lucan jumps at me and grabs my shoulders before she can say something.

"Please! Please! I will do anything as long as you can heal her."

"We can talk about compensation later. When she gets better."

I walk toward her, kneel next to her, and put my hands on her body.

"Healing light."

Golden light appears around my hands, and I watch her HP slowly increase. I watch as the wound on her body closes up and her face regains its color. When she is completely healed, I nod and say.

"She is going to be okay. She is still unconscious, but she is okay. She is just resting."

The woman checks on Carmilla, and after a few seconds, she nods.

"Yeah. She is doing fine. The healing spell is working."

Lucan grabs my hands and shakes them.

"Thank you so much! If there is anything I can do, please tell me."

Without wasting any time thinking, I pick up the flask on my belt and give it to Lucan.

"Can you fill this flask with your best Restore Magicka potion?"

Seeing his confusion, I point at the rest of the people who were injured and say.

"I don't think I will leave them like that. I need the potion to help them."

"Ah! I understand. I will fill the flask with the best potion I have in my possession."

He takes the flask and runs to his shop while I kneel next to another person who needs my attention. Without wasting any more time, I put my hand on my next patient and started to heal her. I watch her HP increase at a steady pace, and when she is good, I nod.

When I am done, I walk toward the next patient and prepare to heal him. I kneel next to him and use my spells on him. Sadly, my mana cannot fully heal him. However, it is enough for the potion to work on him, and the previous woman notices it. She feeds the potion and says.

"Running out of Magicka, healer?"

"Aye. I need a moment to restore my Magicka."

"Very well. I shall take care of the others and make sure they are not dead so you can recover your Magicka."

"Thank you."

"Think nothing of it. It is my job as an Alchemist, dear."

I nod and sit on the ground, waiting for my mana to recover. While waiting, I open my status window.

[Name: Mattias Rehn]

[Title: None]

[Level: 5]

[HP: 100 / 100]

[MP: 17 / 140]

[STR: 10]

[VIT: 10]

[DEX: 10]

[INT: 14]

[WIS: 14]

[LCK: 10]

[Stats Point: 40]

I blink a little at my WIS and INT stats. It is increasing alongside my level. I think it is because of all the spells used in the fight and the healing. I hold back a smile because I realize that I can use this healing gig to increase my stats and spell level.

Combine it with the fact that I will get mana potions from Lucian… I can be chugging potions and keep healing because the flask will produce more mana potions.

"Here! Here is the potion."

I snap from my thoughts and see Lucian panting next to me. He is giving me back my flask.

"I pour two Potions of Vigorous Magicka. It is the best Magicka Potion of Magicka I can find in my shop."

"Are you sure? This thing costs a fortune, right?"

"Think nothing of it, my friend. You heal my sister. That alone is worth more than all my possessions. You are also helping my fellow villagers. This is the least thing I can do."

I nod and chug the potion. I widen my eyes at the bitter taste but keep drinking until my mana is full. I close the flask and get up from the ground.

"Right! Let's continue healing the people."

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"Hahahaha! Thank you, my friend!"

Alvor laughs and pats my back after I am done healing him. After fifteen minutes of healing, I am done with healing all of them. The result makes me happy.

[Healing Light] [Active] [Level: 21]

{Use your light to heal yourself or your ally}

|Healing: 8 + (INT x 0.8) per second|

|Cost: 4 MP per second|

My healing spell goes over level twenty, and now I can heal 18 HP per second. The MP cost increases by one, but it is not a problem.

However, it is not the only thing that increases. My WIS and INT also increase from all the healing I've done.

[WIS: 17]

[INT: 17]

I need to learn how to increase each one of them, but I have a theory. Sadly, I need somewhere to test it out.

"Without your help, we need to bury our people."

I snap from my thoughts and look at Alvor, who is relieved.

"Don't mention it, Alvor. I am happy that I arrived just in time."

He nods and says.

"So! Do you have anywhere to sleep?"

"I want to ask you about an inn, actually."

"Perfect! You shall sleep at my house as long as you are here! You are a friend of Riverwood, and I don't want you to sleep in the inn."

"OI! What's wrong with my inn, you bastard?!"

I look to the side and see a Nord man with black hair looking at us with a frown. Alvor grins and says.

"There is nothing wrong, Orgnar! Just your food sucks!"

"Bah! My place has the best Beer and Mead in Whiterun! If you want to drink something other than Horker Piss, come to the inn, lad!"

"Oi! My brew is good!"

"Hah! That Horker Piss cannot be considered a drink, Alvor! It is more of a poison than a drink!"

"You want to fight?!"

"Bring it on!"

I laugh a little as the two men walk to each other, but before they can brawl, the local alchemist slaps them and separates them.

I like this place.

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|Mattias' Stats| |I will only put the stats at the end of the chapter when something changes for easier access for me.|