“What do you mean, the Mara-Struck condition is gone?”
Jing Yuan immediately understood what Bailu meant, but the result was simply too astonishing.
Subconsciously refusing to believe it was possible, he blurted out the question.
Bailu’s lips trembled as she repeated herself.
“I mean exactly what I said!
His Mara-Struck condition has been cured.
Only that unidentified toxin remains entrenched inside his body!”
Nearby, disappointment flashed through Fu Mo’s eyes when he saw that the Infected remained unchanged.
Although he had expected this, Fu Mo was still a little disappointed that even milk, a practically universal antidote in Minecraft, had failed to cure the Infected.
However, this failure also confirmed that the Infected had become something similar to a Zombie Villager in Minecraft.
Otherwise, with milk’s ability to remove all Negative Statuses, there was no way it could have failed to cure him.
Fu Mo put away the empty bucket and looked apologetically at those around him.
“Sorry, I wasn’t much help.
I only cured the inconsequential Mara-Struck condition.”
The moment he said this, the entire room fell silent.
Almost everyone turned to look at Fu Mo at the same time, their eyes filled with an indescribable emotion that made his skin crawl.
“Why are you all looking at me like that?
Did I do something wrong?”
Fu Mo sensed that there was something off about their gazes, but he couldn’t decipher the emotions hidden within them.
Could his actions just now have violated some local taboo on the Luofu?
Maybe they didn’t drink milk or eat beef?
Why did it feel like they wanted to cut him down where he stood…?
Fu Mo quietly lowered his right hand to his side, ready to draw his weapon and flee at any moment.
The silence didn’t last long.
Jing Yuan was the first to speak, his voice emerging from a throat that felt strangely dry and sounding slightly distorted.
“An inconsequential…
Mara-Struck condition?
Mr.
Fu Mo, surely you’re joking…”
“What do you mean?”
Seeing that the situation didn’t seem to involve him violating some taboo, Fu Mo relaxed his guard and swept a curious gaze over everyone.
“Is the Mara-Struck condition some kind of terminal illness?”
Qingque swallowed and nodded before replying haltingly, “Yes.
Before you came along, Fu Mo…
there was no cure for the Mara-Struck condition.”
“Really?”
Jing Yuan and the rest nodded repeatedly.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Fu Mo let out a long sigh of relief.
He patted his chest and looked at them with mild reproach.
“You scared me.
I thought what I did had violated some taboo on the Luofu.
So that’s all it was!”
That was all?
No one present knew what expression to make.
That was the Mara-Struck condition!
It was an incurable disease brought upon the Xianzhou Alliance by the blessing of [Abundance], one that had plagued them for countless Amber Eras!
An incurable disease that not even an Emanator of Abundance could resolve!
Yet today, a bucket of what looked like ordinary milk had cured it!
It was absurd!
If word of this got out, the entire Xianzhou Alliance would be shaken.
In less than a day, the name Fu Mo would likely resound throughout the Cosmos, and there was no telling how many people would come seeking him out.
Fu Xuan finally recovered from the shock of seeing the Mara-Struck condition cured and asked Fu Mo nervously, with a hint of curiosity.
“Fu Mo, is this milk really just milk?
I don’t mean anything by it.
If it involves confidential information, you don’t have to tell me.
That’s your right.”
“There’s nothing secret about it.
It’s just ordinary milk.
I can get as much as I want.”
Fu Mo took out an Iron Bucket and touched the cow with it again.
The empty Iron Bucket was instantly filled with milk, and he handed the Milk Bucket to Fu Xuan.
Although this was a secret unique to him, Fu Mo had no intention of hiding it.
After all, there would be many occasions when he needed to use Milk Buckets in the future.
He couldn’t keep it concealed forever.
Being honest now might even earn him some goodwill from Fu Xuan and the others, making the situation more favorable for him.
Fu Xuan accepted the Milk Bucket from Fu Mo, traces of astonishment still lingering on her delicate face.
She hadn’t expected Fu Mo to hand over a miraculous medicine capable of curing the Mara-Struck condition as casually as if he were passing her a pair of chopsticks.
His casualness left her at a loss, even making her abandon her usual manner of referring to herself.
“Something this precious…
and you’re simply giving it to me?”
Fu Mo merely smiled without directly answering her question.
Although the milk was precious to them, it was only a readily available consumable to him.
Naturally, he had no intention of saying that aloud.
The more precious Fu Xuan and the others believed the milk to be, the more indebted they would feel toward him.
“Thank you.”
Fu Xuan solemnly thanked him, then summoned one of the Cloud Knights and ordered them to keep both the milk and the cow under careful watch.
“We can discuss the Mara-Struck condition with you another time, Mr.
Fu Mo.
For now, let’s return to the matter at hand.”
Jing Yuan coughed lightly, drawing everyone’s attention away from the Mara-Struck condition.
Although the revelation that it could be cured was enough to keep him awake all night, there was another ‘incurable disease’ before them that still needed to be resolved.
If the Zombie Virus within the Infected couldn’t be eliminated, Jing Yuan feared it might develop into another ‘Mara-Struck condition.’ Fortunately, he remembered that Fu Mo had said not long ago that he had two methods to cure this Zombie Virus.
“Mr.
Fu Mo, you said earlier that you had a second method for curing this Zombie Virus?”
Fu Mo nodded.
The second was naturally the method Minecraft players used to cure Zombie Villagers.
It required a Potion of Weakness and a Golden Apple.
“I do have a method, but I don’t have the materials.
Some of them only exist in my homeland, and I’m not sure whether you have any substitutes here.”
“Please name them.
I’ll have my people do everything possible to procure them.”
“Then here goes: Apples, a large quantity of Gold, Blaze Rods, Spider Eyes, Nether Wart, Gunpowder…”
Counting on his fingers, Fu Mo rattled off a long list of materials, some of which Jing Yuan and the others had heard of and some of which they hadn’t.
However, the more they listened, the stranger it sounded.
They could understand Apples and Spider Eyes, but Gold, Gunpowder, and those other two things they had never heard of—were these really used to treat an illness?
It sounded more like alchemy practiced on certain planets.
After finishing his list of materials, Fu Mo looked at the group, who were resting their chins on their hands in thought.
“Well?
Can you find these things on the Luofu?”
Jing Yuan and the others shook their heads in unison.
“I knew it.”
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T/N: If you spot mistranslation, do tell me!
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Shilling time!