Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 133: A Strange Place

Chapter 133: A Strange Place

[His condition is not caused by a physical wound or an ordinary illness.]

[His body is reacting to severe mental strain after being trapped in hallucinations for too long.]

[Even if you give him the healing potion, his fever will not subside because the root cause is psychological.]

Medeia’s grip on the potion tightened. So the system was saying that his body wasn’t the real issue—it was his mind.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

[He will recover with time. Just give him some comfort.]

Medeia clicked her tongue and exhaled in frustration because the system wasn’t helping at all.

Lucian, watching her with half-lidded eyes, gave her a weak smile. "What’s wrong?" His voice was hoarse, his breathing unsteady. "Did it say I can’t drink that?"

Medeia nodded. "It said you’ll gradually feel better by yourself." She sighed. "Let’s just rest here for a while."

[Demonic Strength Deactivated]

[Cooldown: 07:00:00]

Medeia gritted her teeth, forcing herself to push the exhaustion on her body. Usually, she wouldn’t care if she collapsed after deactivating her demonic form, but right now, Lucian needed her.

"Here, use my shoulder as a pillow." She sat beside him and gently guided his head to rest against her.

Lucian blinked sluggishly, his expression hazy with fever. "You ... you’re tired too," he murmured, lifting a shaky hand to touch her face. "I’m really sorry."

Medeia’s jaw tightened.

Why did he keep apologizing like this?

He had protected her so many times, so what was so wrong about being protected for once?

"If you say that word one more time, I swear I’ll actually be mad," she warned, her voice firm. "I mean it."

Lucian hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak, then shutting again. After a brief pause, he tried again. "I ... I’ll be better next time."

Medeia let out a tired sigh. "No one is asking you to be better next time," she said, her tone softer now. "And there’s nothing wrong with being sick once in a while. Stop trying to please everyone and just go to sleep."

Lucian didn’t argue this time. Maybe he was too tired, or maybe Medeia’s words finally got through to him. Either way, he let out a quiet breath and closed his eyes, his body relaxing against her.

Medeia wrapped her arms around him, her hand instinctively moving to his hair. She ran her fingers through the golden strands, smoothing them back in a soothing rhythm

Gradually, Lucian’s pained groans faded, his breathing evening out as he began to relax.

After confirming that Lucian had fallen asleep, Medeia whispered to the system, "Are you sure I can’t give him the healing potion?"

[Don’t you understand his character, Host? If you give him the healing potion and he recovers even slightly, he will force himself to use his ability and try to take down the monsters outside.]

[When his sickness returns, he might be in an even worse condition than he is now.]

It was better to let him remain sick for a while rather than heal him temporarily and risk making his condition even more severe later.

Medeia sighed. "Can’t you tell me what he saw in his hallucination?"

[The system can’t provide that information because the system itself doesn’t know.]

Something even the system didn’t know? Now, that was interesting.

Wasn’t the system supposed to be all-knowing? It had even managed to follow Medeia into her own hallucination, so how could it be unaware of what Lucian had seen?

[There was an error,] the system admitted. [That’s why the system couldn’t break through his memories.]

Medeia frowned. Something that could block the system from accessing his mind? That was unsettling.

What exactly had he experienced?

She unconsciously tightened her arms around Lucian, a quiet fear creeping into her thoughts. If those memories were too painful, they could become a weapon against him.

If they were too much to bear ... then maybe it was better if he never remembered them at all.

How could such a kind soul endure so much torment in his life?

The preachers often said it was God’s way of testing His servants, but Medeia found that ridiculous. Shouldn’t kind souls be treated with kindness and gentleness, not suffering and pain?

She had no problem with torturing people—she even enjoyed it—but only when it was inflicted upon those who deserved it.

The wretched, the cruel, the ones whose very existence was a stain on the world. They deserved to burn in hell for eternity. But Lucian?

He didn’t fit into any of those categories.

But what could she say? The world was a mess, after all.

As Medeia shifted to find a more comfortable position, her hand accidentally slipped, brushing against something metallic.

It was only then that she realized the metal was covered in a thick layer of dust and grime, blending seamlessly into the rocky walls in the darkness.

"What the hell?" Medeia narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what was hidden beneath the dust. "How can something like this exist underground?"

She wanted to get closer to the metal, but she didn’t want to wake Lucian. Instead, she used the hilt of her sword to scrape away the hardened grime bit by bit.

After a while, a metal door gradually emerged from beneath the layers of dust and dirt. It was old, worn, and locked with a rusted handwheel.

Faded letters on the surface caught her eye. A nearly worn-out sticker read: "Restricted Area."

The door had likely been there for years—maybe even long before the apocalypse began.

But what was that?

[Achievement unlocked: Found a hidden laboratorium!]

[Reward: +2,000 XP, +1,200 C-Points.]

Medeia was startled by a sudden notification. If the system was granting her an achievement, that meant this place was extremely important to her.

Could this be similar to Orlon’s experimental laboratory?

[No, Host. This laboratory is far more important than that.]

[This laboratory is extremely important, and has a lot of things that are useful for humanity in the future.]