Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

"Drip...drip...drip..."

The equipment in the ward made regular sounds following the changes of the indicator lights, and the data displayed on the screen also slowly moved across, indicating that the patient's current condition was stable.

A burst of soreness came from all directions, waking Valk from his sleep. He opened his eyes, looked at the light blue ceiling above his head, and then tried to sit up, but the pain in his waist and abdomen made him give up this idea for the time being. .

"Lie down first, don't try to use force." A slightly younger voice came from the side, and Valk turned his gaze to the side.

A young-looking male doctor was standing beside him, carefully observing the various data on the instrument. He also had an electronic recording board in his hand to write down some key information.

After observing and recording, he put away the recording board and approached to ask.

"This is the hospital department of Ades Academy, how do you feel now?" He revealed the sage silver nameplate on his white coat.

Nameplate: Partridge Francati, Light Feather Sequence 6, high-level recovery attending physician

As the best physician in Edsy Academy, even though he has been responsible for the physical examination of many students, the physical fitness of this student Walker is extremely rare and strong.

"My whole body is sore, especially my waist and abdomen." Walker honestly expressed his feelings.

"Of course, it's the first time I've seen a brave young man like you who directly resists the puncture of a lightsaber." Partridge had a funny look on his face.

"Remember it. When you see a weapon like a lightsaber, stay away from it. It's best to kill it remotely."

"Is there no way to use a lightsaber in close combat?" Walker asked puzzled.

"Of course there are, and there are many ways, but it is not recommended."

"The most common thing is to wear high-strength armor, but generally, armor that is two levels higher than the lightsaber can effectively resist the most powerful puncture."

"For example, the golden-level lightsabers equipped by some members of the firm require military-grade colored crystal-level mechas to completely ignore their damage."

"Most people can't achieve such conditions, but in reality, it is more common to rely on dodge and similar confrontation."

"It is a human who holds a lightsaber after all, and a human will have flaws, his moves, his speed, his angle, and so on."

"In addition, the lightsaber is also a relatively crude weapon, which consumes a lot of energy. Even a transcendent of Sequence 5 can't fight for a few minutes with a rush-type lightsaber. His magic power is spent on this, and other aspects are naturally weak. Now, if you can find a flaw, or make up for it with other advantages, you can easily defeat the opponent."

"In the end, it's the same kind of confrontation. Since the other party is using lightsabers, there is no reason why we don't need it. As long as you play better, of course you can completely abuse the other party."

"These are the three common strategies. The best strategy is to use excellent armor to resist, the middle strategy is to rely on skills to attack his weak points, and the worst strategy is to fight against the same kind. The difference between life and death under the lightsaber."

"I see, thank you teacher." Walker was thoughtful, and seemed to really listen.

Seeing that he is still interested in studying, Partridge shook his head, not knowing whether to praise him or to say that he has a good attitude.

"Heal your injury first, don't be in such a hurry to study, by the way, what do you want to eat for lunch today, I will help you."

"What to eat, isn't it usually ordered by the doctor?" Walker was slightly surprised. He had been in the hospital many times before, and every time the doctor ordered what to eat and what not to eat.

"That's what quack doctors do. They just let patients eat a fixed meal to save trouble and avoid trouble."

"But in my case, I think you can eat something you like and maintain a good mood, which is more helpful for treatment. As long as you don't eat too much, I think it's OK."

"I see, then order me a set meal of chicken drumsticks in honey sauce."

"Oh, this is quite common. Honey and meat are also mild, just to nourish the body. It seems that you are quite skilled." The doctor picked up the personal terminal to quickly order food, and then put it aside.

"While waiting for the lunch to be delivered, can you tell me what happened at that time? Although my current role is a doctor, I am also a teacher in the academy. I want to know the specific cause and process."

"The situation is like this..." Walker began to tell the story of that day, and there were many dusty memories in his mind.

...

Ten years ago, in the suburb of Black Strontium in the North Ninth District.

He was awakened by the sound of howling cold, snow flakes were falling, and the sky was always gray.

Stretching off the old blanket on his body, Walker looked around and found that he was in an abandoned garbage dump. He stood up a little bit, and looked at his hands that were red and swollen from the cold, feeling a little helpless and sad.

'Abandoned again...'

This is not the first time. He has never seen his father. When he was a child, after taking care of him for a while, his mother disliked him for dragging himself down, and then left with other men.

Then who adopted him, probably grandpa, the hunched old man fed him simple food, and finally supported him.

However, grandpa also had a difficult life, and it was not possible for him to be full every time. Hunger always accompanies life.

He followed the old man and lived curled up in a small house in the suburbs. The old man usually made a living by picking up garbage and raised him for several years. Then his body became more and more difficult due to aging, so he entrusted him to one of his nephews , and later died of old age and illness in the house.

After the old man passed away, the family of the 'nephew' who was in his forties couldn't stand the child who looked as strange as a wild beast. After feeding him sleeping medicine one winter night, they threw him in the dozens of Kilometers away in the suburbs.

Walker, who had already noticed that the family didn't like him, was not surprised. He was just thinking about what to eat today.

He stood up wearing an old blanket, and started to search for it by walking in the suburbs, digging through the ruins piled up by various snowflakes, looking for useful things. Later, he wore more and more things on his body. Although it was a lot heavier, at least it was not So cold.

After walking aimlessly along the road for a long time, he found a red pavilion by the side of the road, standing alone in the wilderness, with intact network terminals and communication equipment inside.

He tried to open the kiosk, but only refused.

[Identity monitoring failed, no resident identity chip was found, please enter your federal resident code for verification...]

[Input error, the data format does not match, please re-enter]

[Input error, the data format does not match, please re-enter]

[Input error, the data format does not match, please re-enter]

...

After many attempts, he walked away disheartened, and only occasionally turned his head to look at the intact pavilion in the wilderness.

Many years later, he found out that as long as he passes the identity verification, he can enter the pavilion, feel the warmth, no longer be disturbed by the cold wind, get basic starch and protein emergency food, and can also contact the floating car that cruises automatically to go to the place where humans gather. City.

But none of these had anything to do with him at that time, and he could only continue to wander in the wilderness.

...

After walking for an unknown number of ways, he finally found a small town where humans gathered. There were estimated to be fifty families in the town, with small shops and supermarkets.

He tried to get close, but was quickly spotted by the surveillance around the town, and then chased away by the self-discipline unit.

Although these T6-level self-discipline units have no law enforcement power and cannot use violence against humans, they will emit strong sirens to attract the attention of residents in the town, which often makes him flee.

In this way, it was not until two days later that he found the blind spot of surveillance around the town, sneaked in at night, and found some food.

Finally alive, he was so happy to eat those half-rotten food, an experience he will never forget.

He sneaked around in this small town for two days, but was still discovered by the townspeople. Fortunately, the townspeople just drove him away and didn't send him to the security agency, probably because they thought it was troublesome.

Leaving that small town, he started wandering again, walking and stopping like this, until one day he finally passed out in the wild, his body gradually became cold, and all thoughts gradually stopped.