My Necromancer Wife

Xian Xi

She's clearly weak. She should know that she is embarking on a suicide mission.

The strange lady just leans her head on her wrists and watches with an amused expression on her face.

I look between her and the fighting duo. She isn't interested in fighting me anymore , dismissing me like I am an unworthy foe, which stings.

But, Arya matters more.

I shrug the thought off and return to the clashing giants at the other end of the room.

The Annihilator is pressing Arya against the wall, trying to bite off the side of her neck.

I hop onto the table and skip from one surface to the next in a bid to get closer.

Summoning all my strength, I launch myself into the air and slice the monster across the back.

Slick black liquid drips down its back, dropping slowly to the floor.

As expected, it releases Arya and turns to me with a growl.

The wound immediately seals up before my eyes.

My eyes widen with fear as the full intensity of its gaze pierces through my usually stoic facade.

I've got its attention, but what the hell do I do with it?

It lunges at me with a growl.

I hop backward instinctively, landing on the edge of the table behind me unsteadily.

I flail my arms in an attempt to steady myself.

Laughter echoes through the room. It's coming from the direction of the she-devil.

That's another crazy person the world should be rid of.

I dart a glance at Arya. She has slumped forward, hunched over her knees and heaving with heavy breaths. If she keeps this up, she'd die before the Annihilator gets the chance to finish her off.

I step back, caging myself in unconsiously. If the monsters swings at me again, I have limited space to move. The only direction I can move is up.

I brace myself for another attack, taking shallow breaths to keep my lungs from collapsing due to shortness of breath.

The woman keeps laughing. Would she just shut up!

It swipes at me again with its claws.

I jump up, using its head to boost myself to a safer distance.

It spins around - it's angry now.

I look back at Arya, she is no longer hunching, but she doesn't look much better either. With a roar, she launches herself at the monster from behind, biting its head before it can react.

The monster extends spikes on its back, piercing her with them as a defense mechanism.

But, she is unrelenting. She keeps biting on its head as she bleeds out, cracking through its skull with her knife-like teeth.

The monster staggers back, pressing her against the wall in the process. Its spikes sink deeper into her, causing my breath to hitch.

I watch helplessly, wondering how I can spare her the excruciating pain I know she is feeling.

Then, with a final crack, she rips its head off, holding the remnants between her teeth like a trophy.

Her eyes are glowing oddly.

She pushes the monster off her body with a groan.

Blood gushes out of the numerous places she had been stabbed.

She slowly sinks to her knees and falls flat on her face with a loud thud.

The crazy woman has ceased her annoying laughter, preferring to watch intently now that the monster has been defeated.

I rush to Arya's side.

She returns back to her normal form as quickly as she had changed into a monster.

She looks much worse now than she had done then.

Her shoulder is still dislocated and bleeding. Her garment is torn from the numerous places she has been stabbed.

I roll her so she rests on her back. A soft grunt escapes her parted lips, but asides that, she remains still.

Her breathing is ragged and shallow. Her pupils are dilated, her lips blue.

Even the pulse at the base of her neck is reduced to a whisper.

Why isn't she healing herself?

[Solution analysis: Purchase a white lotus for the victim]

I'm suddenly grateful for the system.

Why hadn't I thought of that?

I quickly purchase a white lotus, listening intently for the hum of depositing coins - signalling the finality of the purchase.

The pristine item appears in my out-held hands, shimmering like a sliver of the moon.

I break off a petal and feed it to her.

She coughs violently, sputtering blood.

I lift her head up with the same amount gentleness a mother might apply to a new born baby.

As soon as she swallows the first chunk, I force the next one down her throat until she consumes the entire thing.

It takes longer than usual for it

to take effect. I hold my breath, fearing the worst might happen - she doesn't wake up.

But then, she begins to glow faintly. Her shoulder snaps back into place, her wounds seal up, colour returns to her ashen face.

Her eyes flutter open.

She looks around until her gaze finally rests on mine.

She doesn't smile, doesn't do anything.

She rises up slowly, drawing her sleeve over the hand blocked from my view.

She touches herself, her shoulder, her abdomen - checking for injuries.

When she finds none, she looks up at me... amused?

"I thought you don't spend your coins on women. What changed?"

From the almost-dying woman to teasing? She's moving too fast for me to catch up.

"Is that the thank you I get. I will make a mental note not to ever spend money on ungrateful women".

The comment was intended to lighten the mood, but her expression turns serious.

She reaches for my hand.

"Thank you, Xian Xi. It's nice to know that our friendship means more to you than my past".

I don't respond. What could I possibly say in response to such genuine words?

When I had walked through that wall and saw her state, only one thought had crossed my mind - help her.

There's a noise in the background. We both turn to look. The crazy lady is standing there with multiple copies of herself.

"Don't thank him just yet, honey".

Arya and I exchange glances.