The visit went smoothly, mainly because there wasn't much to see.
The structure of the inn was simple, the first-floor lobby served as a common room, and the second floor consisted of suites.
The facilities were somewhat basic, but very clean.
Andrew followed An Ya around, ostensibly observing the facilities, but actually observing the patients living here.
There were patients of all ages, but except for a few, most of their conditions weren't particularly severe.
At any rate, none could be compared to someone like himself, with "less than a week to live."
Most of them seemed similar to Ivan, having their quality of life affected by illness, but not immediately life-threatening.
"Well, it really is different from what I expected, the people here aren't suffering from particularly severe conditions."
Andrew contemplated quietly, "Indeed, if their conditions were severe, they probably wouldn't last long before passing away. After all, they're just ordinary people, not like Ivan with his resilient 'Desert Hunter' physique, nor do they have the 'Water Spirit Technique' like I do."
So, what to do next?
Stay here temporarily, and then secretly use the Water Spirit Technique to heal everyone?
But if I did that, even an idiot would suspect me—how could they not, when so many residents recovered just after I moved in?
Andrew pondered silently.
Meanwhile, opposite him, An Ya was also observing this excessively young teenager before her.
An Ya didn't know Andrew previously, and honestly, she didn't expect last night's heroic rescuer to be so young.
What she didn't expect even more was that Andrew was so calm after old mage Hubert had pronounced his death sentence!
Just then, Andrew spoke again, asking, "I see there's a third floor here. Is it occupied?"
An Ya hesitated slightly and nodded, saying, "There's only one room on the third floor, a ward equipped with some pain-relief devices, accommodating our most seriously ill patient..."
Andrew's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "May I take a look?"
Sighing, he put on a look of shared affliction.
An Ya thought, well, this is what a person under a death sentence should look like, and without suspicion, she said, "Follow me."
Moments later, in the third-floor ward, Andrew saw an elderly man in the bed.
Unlike the first and second floors, it was very quiet here.
The room's walls occasionally glowed with flame-shaped patterns, blocking out external noise.
"Are these Magic Array Patterns?"
Andrew stared at the faintly visible flame patterns on the wall, witnessing firsthand the world's magic since his crossing over.
They weren't mistaken, despite their roughness, these Magic Array Patterns indeed worked well for soundproofing.
An Ya smiled and said, "Yes. Quite ironic, isn't it? People harmed by Fire Magic here, need to continue using Fire Magic. Huh? Wait... what are you doing?"
Andrew had stepped forward voluntarily, bending down to gently hold the elder's hand.
Andrew had already decided that slowly and secretly treating patients here in the Living People Cemetery was not a viable option as it was too slow.
He must cure all the patients here today!
However, he could make some adjustments to the method...
An Ya frowned and stepped forward, slightly displeased: "Can you not touch him casually?
He is our most seriously ill patient and could leave us at any time—"
Before An Ya could continue, she suddenly widened her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with an undeniable shock.
Because she saw clearly: the elderly man, who had been in a coma for years, slowly opened his eyes!
In a place unseen by An Ya, the "Tear of the Water God" shimmered with a faint light on Andrew's chest.
At this moment, Andrew wielded the "Water Spirit Technique," yet it was no longer the ordinary "Water Spirit Technique."
He concentrated the powers of the Water Spirit Technique into a high-density point.
This was an advanced: Seed of the Water Spirit!
The method used earlier at the temporary camp to make the Otherworld grapes sweeter was actually this "Seed of the Water Spirit."
Essentially, this didn't count as unlocking a new skill from the "Tear of the Water God."
It should be regarded as a more refined application of the "Water Spirit Technique" after mastering it.
Beside him, An Ya was already stunned.
After a brief daze, she rushed to the bed and held the elderly man's hand: "Dad? Dad!"
Yes, the elder was An Ya's father, as well as the Living People Cemetery's true founder.
Since childhood, An Ya and her father had helped those who, like her father, were harmed by fires. Later, as her father's health deteriorated, he fell into a coma, leaving An Ya to run the inn.
On the way here, the elderly guide Andrew met had referred to "an old friend from many years ago," this elderly man before him, evidently the "old friend who opened an inn with his daughter," referring to An Ya, who had been just a young girl at the time!
Over the years, An Ya had long prepared herself mentally, knowing her father could leave this world at any moment.
She had never thought her father would regain consciousness!
Nor did she expect to have another chance to speak with her father!
"My little... An Ya...?"
The elder was still a bit confused.
Hearing this familiar voice and address, An Ya finally confirmed: this really was her father, and he truly awoke!
She could not help but weep with joy.
After years of running the Living People Cemetery alone, An Ya had long developed a strong sense of resilience.
Yet at this moment, this elegant and beautiful woman was crying like a child, clinging to the elder's hand at the bedside.
Andrew silently retreated from the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
A sense of heaviness weighed on his heart.
Because before, while treating the elder, he had confirmed one thing: the elder's lamp of life was about to extinguish.
"The Water Spirit Technique, after all, cannot resurrect the dead."
Andrew thought, "So the best I can do is awaken the elder; curing him completely is impossible. However, I can at least give the father and daughter a chance to reunite and say goodbye. They must have a lot to talk about."
His heart felt somewhat burdened.
Originally, he only thought about opposing old mage Hubert, wanting to live well, and unlocking more abilities from the Tear of the Water God.
Now, for the first time, Andrew felt an urge to do his best to help the suffering people in this ailing world!
"So let's start now."
Andrew returned to the second floor, his gaze falling to the first-floor lobby, where those noisy patients were trying to greet inevitable death with optimism.
The biggest difference between the "Seed of the Water Spirit" and the "Water Spirit Technique" wasn't actually its "concentration."
It was the "control power" over the ability by its user.
"Now I can completely plant a 'Seed of the Water Spirit' in every patient, but not let the seeds activate immediately, instead waiting for them to take effect gradually after I leave the Living People Cemetery."
Andrew smiled slightly, "This way, at least they won't suspect me immediately.
Anyway, trying to completely hide my abilities isn't really possible, so keeping them under wraps as much as possible before taking down Hubert is enough!"
With his plan settled, Andrew immediately set to work, spending most of the day wandering around the Living People Cemetery.
Seemingly chatting and making friends, he discreetly planted one "Seed of the Water Spirit" after another.
Most were unaware and warmly welcomed Andrew, significantly lowering his difficulty in taking action.
Only a few found it odd: did the kid not know he had only a week left to live? Such a young age and such a good mindset?