Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: The Wild (2)

Ahcehera hurriedly retreated, her heart pounding. She ducked behind a cluster of thick trees, her breaths measured and silent.

From her hidden vantage point, she peered back toward the river. The whirlpool churned violently, revealing a massive creature at its core.

Is that… an octopus? No, that’s not right.

The monstrous figure emerged further. It had the general form of an octopus, but its grotesque details made her stomach churn.

Its glistening, slimy skin reflected the faint sunlight, and at its midsection, where an ordinary octopus would have a soft body, there was an enormous, gaping maw lined with rows of sharp, jagged teeth.

An octopus with a mouth on its waist? That’s just… unnatural.

As the creature seemed to realize no prey was nearby, it let out an ear-splitting scream.

The sound wasn’t just loud, it was razor-sharp, slicing through the air with a force that rattled the surrounding trees.

Leaves and smaller branches fell in its wake, and the ground beneath Ahcehera trembled slightly.

So powerful. This thing could destroy an entire settlement.

The creature’s wrath wasn’t limited to the water. It dragged itself onto the riverbank with terrifying speed, its thick, muscular tentacles demolishing everything in its path.

Trees snapped like twigs under their weight, and the earth trembled with every movement.

Ahcehera stayed frozen, her instincts screaming at her not to move. She pressed her back against the trunk of a large tree, keeping her breathing shallow and her energy contained.

If it senses me, I’m done for.

She watched as the creature wreaked havoc on the land, smashing rocks and uprooting vegetation, searching for prey.

From her distance, she could only hope its rampage would subside and it would return to the water.

This isn’t just an obstacle. It’s a predator. I need to plan our next steps carefully, or we won’t survive this place.

Despite her fear, Ahcehera’s mind was already working, calculating escape routes and strategies to ensure she and Richard avoided this deadly beast.

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When Ahcehera returned to the cave, she found Richard still fast asleep. His face was pale, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead despite the cool morning air.

“Wake up,” she said softly, kneeling beside him. “Let’s have some breakfast before we leave.”

There was no response.

Frowning, she reached out to touch his forehead.

“So hot?”

His skin burned against her palm, a stark contrast to the chill of the cave.

Her expression darkened with concern as she quickly retrieved a set of injectable potions from her space button.

“You’re lucky I always carry plenty of medicine,” she muttered under her breath, her worry belying her casual tone.

She carefully took Richard’s hand, finding a vein with practiced precision. Using an antiseptic wipe, she prepped the area and injected the medicine in one smooth motion.

Something isn’t right. His condition shouldn’t have deteriorated like this.

Her gaze lingered on his flushed face, and an idea took root in her mind.

Could it be an external wound? Or worse, an internal injury?

With a sense of urgency, Ahcehera adjusted the blanket to ensure his modesty while she began examining his body.

She skillfully loosened his shirt and inspected his torso for any signs of inflamed or infected wounds.

But there was nothing. His skin was unmarred, save for a few faint scars that seemed long healed.

No visible injuries. Then what’s causing this fever?

Her mind raced as she retrieved a portable medical scanner from Cresencia, a high-tech diagnostic device she’d brought along for emergencies.

Activating the machine, she passed it over Richard’s body, watching the holographic display light up with his vitals and internal data.

She scrutinized the results carefully, her brows furrowing deeper with each passing second.

Everything’s normal. No internal bleeding, no organ failure, no signs of infection. Then what’s causing this?

Frustrated but determined, she placed the scanner aside and sat back, her gaze fixed on Richard.

There’s something I’m missing… something that isn’t physical.

Her mind drifted to the events before they fell into the wormhole, the strange connection she had felt with him.

Could it be tied to the bond? Could his condition have something to do with me?

Her hands clenched into fists.

Ahcehera sat beside Richard and closed her eyes, summoning her mental power. She spread it carefully over him, like an unseen web seeking answers.

As her energy reached deeper into his essence, she saw it, two distinct forces clashing violently within him.

One pulsed with a vibrant, purple aura, chaotic and unyielding. The other was golden and steady, yet it seemed strained, as though it was struggling to maintain control.

When she attempted to touch the energies, a powerful force rejected her, throwing her consciousness back into her own body. She gasped, her hand clutching her chest.

“Damn it!”

Her eyes locked onto Richard’s unconscious face, his expression twisted as if caught in a nightmare. She wouldn’t give up.

Leaning closer, she pressed her forehead to his, attempting to bridge their connection in a more direct way.

She sent her mental power forward again, this time with more precision.

She could feel the energies swirling, and for a brief moment, she was closer to them, but once again, they pushed her away with a violent force.

She recoiled, frustration and concern etched on her face.

“Let’s try something odd,” she muttered, a bold idea forming in her mind.

Ahcehera took a dagger from her space button and made a small cut on her palm.

Blood welled up instantly, a rich crimson glinting in the dim light of the cave. Without hesitation, she brought her hand to her lips, taking a sip of her own blood.

Then, leaning down, she kissed Richard, gently transferring the blood into his mouth. Her fingers tilted his chin, ensuring he swallowed.

“Please let this work,” she whispered.

With her blood now coursing through him, she focused her mental power once more, plunging back into the chaotic battle within Richard.

This time, the energies responded differently. Her blood seemed to act as a bridge, allowing her to mingle with the warring forces.

She worked tirelessly, weaving her energy between the two forces, soothing their fury and coaxing them to coexist.

It was an intricate dance, one that required all her concentration. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing grew labored.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, but Ahcehera remained steadfast. Slowly, the energies began to settle, their once-violent clash turning into a harmonious flow.

She exhaled deeply, relief washing over her as she finally withdrew her mental power.