I Can Extract Game Items

Chapter 132 Regaining Consciousness

The city was silent at 4 a.m.Its streets were bathed in a faint glow from streetlights and the occasional passing car headlights.

August pulled his hood tighter as he approached Faith Specialist Hospital. His footsteps muffled against the pavement as he did his best to walk silently.

The Fruit of Life which had been blended into a smooth liquid, rested securely in his inventory. He wasn't here as Aleman today—no extravagant outfit, no mask of confidence—just August Clementine, a man with a purpose.

Slipping through the hospital's side entrance with a quick dash, he avoided the watchful eyes of the night-shift staff.

The cool air of the sterile hallways pricked his skin as he navigated toward Tara's ward. He moved as quickly as he could, occasionally activating Dash. His figure blurred past multiple staff, keeping him hidden.

Soon he arrived at the room.

Inside the room, Tara lay pale and motionless. Her chest rose and fell softly beneath the thin hospital sheets. Machines beeped softly around her, increasing the grimness in the atmosphere.

August hesitated for a moment, standing at the foot of the bed. "Derrick doesn't deserve to lose you," he muttered softly. "You've got a baby on the way. He needs you. The kid needs you."

He pulled out the small container of the Fruit of Life juice. Its contents glowed faintly with a golden light. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he tilted her head gently and placed the container at her chapped lips.

"Come on, Tara," he murmured while carefully slipping the liquid past her lips. "Drink up. This isn't from around here, but I promise it'll do the trick."

As the liquid disappeared down her throat, a faint, golden hue spread across her pale skin.

Her breathing soon steadied and her complexion turned warm. Her eyelids fluttered ever so slightly confirming that the liquid had worked.

August leaned back with a look of relief.

Moments later, her eyes slowly opened, disoriented but undeniably alive. She turned her head and her gaze caught the faint outline of August's figure as he stepped toward the door.

"Wait…" Tara's voice was weak but audible. Her eyes

"I can't afford this," August muttered while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I barely have enough to pay rent, let alone throw money at supernatural mercenaries... Okay, that's a lie but still..."

Remi appeared at his table, setting down a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of croissants. "Rough morning?" she asked while leaning against the table.

"You have no idea," August said, closing his laptop with a sigh. "These people are demanding too much for a new business. How am I supposed to hire anyone when the going rate is seventy grand?"

Remi arched an eyebrow. "Seventy grand? What are you trying to hire, superheroes?"

"Close," August replied with a wry smile. "Supernatural Enders Light players. You know, the rare ones who got real-life abilities from consuming the Fruit of Corruption."

"Ah, that explains it," she said, crossing her arms. "Supply and demand. They're rare, so they charge a premium. What are you hiring them for, anyway?"

"Security for a new business," August said vaguely, taking a sip of his coffee. "It's… complicated."

"Well, good luck with that," Remi said, giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Let me know if you need anything stronger than coffee."

August chuckled. "I might take you up on that."

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He spent the next half-hour going through the rest of the applications, but the story was the same. High demands, lofty claims, and no one he could reasonably afford. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd have to rethink his strategy.

"Not even the bonus of getting in-game items is enough hmm?" August voiced out loud.

A sudden thought popped into his mind at this moment causing his eyes to widen in realisation.

"That's it... I'll just make my own supernatural guards..."