Regressing Through the Apocalypse with the Third Male Lead-Chapter 25

"It has been an hour now since he started healing that man."

Both Gwenette and Freyah looked out the window of the plane as Monica approached them. It was true—Florence was still healing the man.

In the novel, whenever Florence used his healing magic on severe and life-threatening injuries, there was always a time skip. Freyah hadn’t thought much of it before, but now that she was witnessing it firsthand, she realized it was far more complex than she had imagined. Florence’s healing magic couldn’t regenerate a lost limb, but it could reconnect severed ones. The only one capable of full limb regeneration was the female lead.

"Why did you bring that dying man here?" Monica asked. "Based on how his hand was severed, he was probably bitten. Did you check him?"

"When I found him, he was dragging another man behind him," Freyah replied. "Given the distance of the blood trail, he must have been pulling that man for a long time despite his severe injuries. If he had been bitten, he should have already turned by now—transformation only takes five minutes."

"Oh right." Gwenette nodded.

Freyah stood up. "Once Florence is done healing, prepare some meals. Then we’ll get ready for takeoff."

The thought of evolved zombies crossed her mind. Her gut told her they needed to leave as soon as possible—otherwise, things would get complicated.

Another thirty minutes passed. Freyah approached Florence, who was drenched in sweat.

"He’s alright now," Florence said as soon as he saw her approaching.

Freyah tossed him a bottle of water, which he caught swiftly.

"You worked hard. Thank you for saving him," she said, lifting the unconscious man.

"I only did what needed to be done," Florence replied with a sincere smile.

"I didn’t know healing magic could take that long," Freyah remarked. "I thought there will be just light and swoosh, everything will heal in an instant."

Florence chuckled. "You’re saying funny things, Milady. Healing magic is a process—first comes purification, then the initial level of healing to prevent further damage. After that, we analyze the patient, identifying the affected areas. Only then do we proceed with the second level of healing. It’s simply a way of accelerating the body’s natural healing process, but we have to be precise. Healing the wrong area could lead to complications."

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"I see. So the more severe the wound, the longer it takes for the analysis to complete. Sounds complicated."

"That is correct, Milady," Florence replied. "But there is one person with healing magic far beyond mine—someone who might even be capable of healing everything in an instant."

Freyah knew exactly who he was talking about. Of course, it was Kathleen—the female lead.

"Ate Freyah, you said we need to start loading things up," Cheral called as he ran toward them. Behind him were Tatay Timothy and his twin sister, Cherellyn.

Freyah froze when she saw the twins’ status. Their psychic skills had already awakened.

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{Name: Cheral Magsombol}

Title: Third-Year BA in Graphic Design, younger twin of Cherellyn

Skills:

Psychic Skill: Inanimate Creation Manipulation

Physical Skill: Locked

Soul Skill: Locked

{Name: Cherellyn Magsombol}

Title: Third-Year BA in Animation, older twin of Cheral

Skills:

Psychic Skill: Animate Creation Manipulation

Physical Skill: Locked

Soul Skill: Locked

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Hoh. Another new skill she hadn’t encountered in her past life. It seemed she would need to train these two later. Well, she still hadn’t trained Monica and Gwenette in their skills either.

"Alright, it’s time to start loading everything," she announced.

"What about you? Let me help too," Florence offered.

"No," Freyah firmly declined. "Rest for now. Gwenette should have prepared some food for you."

"Meal?" Florence’s eyes lit up at the word. "Alright. But let me carry the man back so you don’t have to come with me onto the plane."

That was a quick approval. Freyah had expected him to argue, but it seemed he had become a foodie in this world. Too bad. If it weren’t for the apocalypse, he could have enjoyed it more.

"Alright, we’ll be back soon." Freyah handed the still-unconscious man to Florence.

But at least he had someone he was starting to like in this world.

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{Name: Eman Gutierrez}

Title: Veteran Security Guard, orphan

Skills:

Psychic Skill: Locked

Physical Skill: Locked

Soul Skill: Enhanced Willpower

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Given everything he had likely been through before arriving here, his skill had already awakened—and had probably been used.

"We’re heading out now," Freyah said, turning away.

She could check and trained everyone later.

Another unexpected skill... She grinned. The more unknown variables, the better. Her eyes glowed red as she moved forward.

***

Freyah opened the truck, leaving everyone in awe.

"Guns and weapons!" the twins screamed in delight.

"Finally! We’re getting real weapons in a zombie apocalypse!"

Cheral eagerly reached for a gun, but Tatay Timothy swiftly slapped his hand away.

"Touching armed weapons carelessly is dangerous," he reprimanded strictly.

"Boo..." Cheral pouted.

"That’s right," Freyah agreed. "Handling weapons carelessly can be fatal. But later, once we’re out of here, I’ll teach you how to use them properly."

"For real?" The twins’ eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Yes," Freyah nodded.

"Yes!" The twins high-fived each other.

Freyah shook her head with a small smile. "Let’s load all of this into the space now, Tatay Timothy."

"Of course," Tatay Timothy replied. He then began touching each item, storing them into the space one by one.

***

Moments later, the four of them returned to the plane.

"Have your lunch," Freyah instructed. "I’m going to do a quick sweep of the area to check if there are any more survivors. After that, we’ll prepare for takeoff."

As she spoke, she tossed a manual toward Florence, who had just stood up—probably intending to come with her.

Florence caught the manual effortlessly. "What is this?"

"Read it later. You’re going to be my co-pilot, Your Highness. Study that manual."

"Hah?"

"What?"

"Eh?"

Everyone reacted differently, their shock evident. Even Florence looked stunned.

Before anyone could protest, Freyah jumped out of the plane and took off running.

She chuckled to herself, recalling the prince’s surprised expression.

"You flew a wyvern before. You’ll be fine."

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