Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 27- Unhealthy Attention

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When I sat down with my lap full of lunchboxes he turned to look at me after moving his hair back messily with his right hand. His face ended up coming into view. It was a slightly pale face with lips that lacked colour and a look of fragility that masked some of his charm. Nonetheless he still looked okay. It was a face that you could appreciate and think it must be remarkably handsome when he's healthy. So an innate response was called out. Almost like the need to upgrade him. Most people will have felt the same way when they met him. I don't doubt that for a minute.

The pale face had a pale cream for its iris colour, but on closer inspection it appeared that his irises were actually an iridescent white with some faded red in them. His hair was also black with a red tint in it. Thinking about it now I doubt a lot of people would be able to pull off his look, especially since he was clearly sick.

He opened his mouth when he met my gaze and pointed at the lunch boxes without checking in on his tablet with the show staff. "You can eat it here, but you have to feed half of it to me by hand."

Blinking, I looked between my set of spoons and him. "I can eat if I feed it to you?"

He didn't respond this time. But I used an antibacterial gel and some wipes to clean hands, before I started feeding him. To other's it might have looked like I didn't really care much for his health, but I had dungeons full of healing ingredients that were above this world's pay grade.

He looked at the first box and audibly reminded me, "Use your hands to feed me."

I blinked and then tore off one of the naan breads with some spicy eggs. I delivered it to his mouth and he ate it. He took a sip of water later, but seemed to be getting sicker. I wasn't fazed at all. He was sick, but he didn't have to throw up blood painfully every other hour.

I opened one of my mobile solely owned mobile dungeons which had a medicinal spring and held out an empty glass. The glass was soon full of water that the mobile portal put into the glass. The liquid looked like water which was glowing slightly with a silver colour. It didn't glitter or look blurry like the portal did, something that made me sad in the past thinking mobile portals would produce visibly high quality branded materials once in the real world.

I passed it to the host who glared at the cup suspiciously before the AI ability system rang out on the stage to analyse the water. "The water is a naturally formed high grade elixir. One of the reasons for its grade is because it was lucky enough to become one of Aeon's personal dungeons. It is advised that you drink it, because the quality of elixir would be hard to come by in such an amount."

"Scan it." Stated the man's slightly weaker voice.

A light passed down onto the glass and a screen popped up in front of the host that everyone could read.

Unique water from an unknown dungeon. The dungeon was previously a mineral dungeon that was dangerous. Safety was restored due to Aeon Nether who became the dungeon owner after destroying the troublesome minerals and birthplace of the trolls within said unknown dungeon. Aeon Nether's main ability greatly affected the dungeon allowing multiple kinds of nature to be formed or revealed as medicinal and elixir type rivers. It can be assumed that the damage Aeon Nethers birth parents did to try to kill her by poison before she was born allowed her main abilities rank to rise in order to survive. Aeon Nether owns a few dungeon's that have medicinal herbs to heal her body with. Some of these high quality dungeon ingredients are sold in worlds and others are being carefully nurtured by Aeon. Co owners Aeon has allowed for two dungeons to help with distribution of medicine, under the names of her sponsor and adopted guardian Vincent Virgil, and her subordinate she saved when she was young called Joon Shi-Woo. Further information isn't accessible.

The screen was fairly large and could be seen by those watching clearly.

The host read it quickly and took my glass to drink the liquid quickly. A few seconds passed and his body seemed to have evolved. Only it was done more cleanly than my evolutions where dead skin, dust or hair would come off my body, so my body can be built better.

"More. I'm healthier. So feed me more."

Blinking, I finished feeding him half by the end of the discussion time in the game and then fed myself the other half of the first lunchbox. I drank some juice happily and when I looked back at the host after he finished speaking he looked different. He looked healthier for sure. But he was still somewhat fragile. His eyes were now what appeared to be a faded red, that was neither a pale pink or an orange colour. Clear eyes that could no longer be mistaken as cream. His hair looked better too and had a deeper depth of colour. But his face was still pale. His lips were no longer as dark, but had a pale blue still present in them. Before his lips showed him as a dead zombie, but now he was just a drowning man who was semi comfortable now.

Before I could introduce him to the cake in my second lunchbox he pointed at the lunch boxes at the edge of the stage. "They've brought some knives and forks down now. I want some meat. Any type of meat... Also... some coffee with a decent amount of milk for me later."

"Oh, Okay." I automatically put away the now empty lunchbox in the discarded area after wiping my hands and went to look at a lunchbox with meat in it. I chose to get two. One with a Japanese styled curry and pork dish. The other with a chicken Kiev and some sides. Next I found a coffee with some milk in it that was warmed in a thermos that had a crystal embedded in it to explain the ingredients of the beverage.

I came back with them and started feeding him box lunch boxes that he eagerly ate. I was glad I had gotten two lunch boxes with the thought that he'd need more food after healing with the water.

The next day came and he gave out another summary of events for the remaining players. The host looked less tired after eating all that food. It gave me a satisfying feeling as I wanted to continue making him feel better, whilst watching him become healthier.

When he finished his speech I made a motion to give him the coffee thermos. "Do you still want to share some of my coconut cream cake with you? Or-"

"-I want to eat some with my coffee."

I hummed lightly and took out one of the spoon's I had taken before.

The feeding continued, but at a more relaxed pace. He seemed to not like coconut cream cake much from my observations. Or maybe it was due to my greed.

"Would you like some other... instead?", my voice seemed to have turned quiet at some point, but he had heard me clearly.

A smirk accompanied his words, "No. It tastes good from your hands, with the coffee. I'm being nice right now, so don't be greedy little doe."

I jumped slightly and frowned slightly as I mumbled underneath my breath that was still caught, magnified by the microphone on my sweatshirt. "You better hope I don't survive on this show long enough to claim all the coconut cream cakes. I'm being nice to let you eat most of the evenly dispensed hazelnuts in the cake."

The host merely hummed into the microphone before leaning in for another bite of cake.

After feeding him, I fed myself the remaining half with another spoon and put away everything but his thermos of warm coffee and my large bottle of juice.

When I came back he merely told me to stay and not disturb the show any further. So I followed his instructions and stayed seated next to him for the rest of the show.

Near the end of the show while a rogue criminal who legally slapped his in-laws in the game was winning, uncle and the old man came onto the stage with some other people.

Uncle placed a hand on my head as he looked over at the host next to me. 'This man's using me as a walking stick!' Was what I wanted to hiss at him in some sort of counter attack, but he seemed too happy and worried about the host next to me to let me say anything.

There were also similar people in the crowd who came to run a check up on the host, but there were also two or four people in the crowd checking him who looked like they were trying to hide their anger at the host getting healthier. The old grandpa I had previously saved came to clap me on my shoulder twice and compliment me, "It's really a blessing that my son had the insight to sponsor you when he found you when you were four."