Chương 32: The Flesh and Blood

The crimson glare of the iron oxide strings cast long, bleeding shadows against the cave walls as Ethan stacked his third tightly packed flax sack. The gruelling manual labor of digging out the heavy, iron-rich silt had been relentless, and a dull, grey warning indicator flickered at the edge of his vision. [System Alert: Minor Tissue Degradation Detected] Status: Blistered Palms (Friction Penalty), Muscle Strain (Lvl 3). Stamina Recovery Efficiency: -12% Ethan did not open his inventory to look for health potions.

He didn't have any. Buying a single vial of myrrh-infused healing salve from the Upper City apothecaries cost two copper pieces—an unacceptable, draining expenditure for a man trying to lift his grandmother's medical pod out of structural debt. Instead, he held his raw, blistering palms directly over the heap of high-purity iron ochre silt.

His massive Perception metric—now sitting at a formidable thirty-two points —zoomed into the interface text blocks, tracing the deeper sub-directories branching from the א-ד-מ (A-D-M) tree. His eyes locked onto a staggering programmatic anomaly within the server's root lexicon.

[Linguistic Genesis Engine — Core Directory Mapping] Directory Core: דָּם (Dam / Blood — Vital Life Force File) Extension 01: אָדָם (Adam / Man — Flesh Entity File) Extension 02: אֲדָמָה (Adama / Soil — Material Environment File) The root of the word isn't three letters, Ethan's inner calculus clicked, his heart hammering against his ribs as the mechanical reality hit him. It's two. The core word is Dam. Blood. Under the game's simulation framework, the programmers had recycled the exact same base file.

Human blood was red because of iron hemoglobin; the red earth was red because of iron oxide. The server computed the vital life force of an avatar and the mineral structure of the red dirt under the exact same foundational directory. Ethan squeezed a handful of the wet, iron-heavy crimson mud between his bleeding fingers, mixing his own digital blood with the ochre silt. He didn't use a magical spell macro.

He accessed his Grade 2 Semitic Syntax layout, mentally invoking the verb conjugation structure to feed the iron particles of the Adama straight into the depleted Dam cells of his blistered palms. He completed the root. A sharp, pins-and-needles heat exploded through his wrists. The high-purity iron mud in his hands didn't just dry; it was systematically pulled into his skin, the dark red pixels of the iron oxide dissolving straight through his palms to replenish his internal life force variables.

[Genesis Formulation: Tissue-Clay Conversion Successful] System Action: Biological Material Restoration via Dam Code Replication. Friction Penalties Corrected: 100% Healed. Stamina Recovery Efficiency: Restored to Baseline. Total Input Overhead: 0. 00 Silver Shekels. Ethan held his hands up to the crimson light of the data strings.

The raw, open blisters were completely gone, replaced by smooth, hardened grey-brown skin that felt structurally denser, reinforced by the iron particles he had just pulled from the bedrock. Zero-cost biological maintenance, Ethan thought, a cold, breathless laugh escaping his throat into the damp cavern air. The corporate vanguard squads from Pixel Rex are spending a fortune on premium red health potions every time they take a hit from a monster.

They are bleeding real-world cash just to keep their health bars green. But Ethan didn't need their potions. He didn't need an apothecary guild. As long as he stood on the unpaved, uncoined floor of the world, his Yotzer HaRishon class allowed him to knit his own muscles and seal his own wounds using the free, infinite dirt beneath his fingernails. He leaned back against the cave wall, staring into the dark tunnel ahead.

He was alone with the red earth, and the true extent of his broken class parameters was finally beginning to uncoil.