What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

That day,

Nanxing hurried along the way, picking fruits from the trees when he was hungry. Eventually, he collapsed at the entrance of the village due to exhaustion.

After being discovered, he was carried inside. When he opened his eyes and woke up, he found himself tied up. When he looked up, he saw the high priest they revered.

His mouth was dry and he asked with difficulty, "Where is my...sister?"

The person who was originally with his back to the master turned around. He was wearing a cursed white robe, a ghost mask covering his face, and a tall hat on his head. His whole aura was mysterious and weird.

A gloved hand grasped his face and tilted it upward, looking down at the frail figure on the ground. A voice, indistinguishable between male and female, chuckled softly, "Two witch doctors disobeyed the divine command and absconded with the Son of God. What do you think their punishment should be?"

"They should have received divine punishment, but now that you, Son of God, have returned, as God's beloved children, they will naturally be spared."

Nanxing breathed a sigh of relief and his whole body relaxed.

The person next to him came up and said something in the priest's ear. Nanxing knew what was going on. After hearing what he said, the ghost-faced man couldn't help but sigh and patted Nanxing's head lovingly.

"God has forgiven them, but they cannot escape worldly punishment. They are waiting for you at home now. Go back and see them."

Nanxing was untied in disbelief. The mask blocked the man's compassionate expression, and he accepted Nanxing's grateful worship.

"Aren't you afraid, sir, that he might run away again?"

After the person left, another masked man next to him asked a question.

The corners of his mouth, hidden beneath his ghostly mask, curved slightly. "Now that the only two witch doctors in his clan who defended him have been executed, he's deserted by everyone. Who can help him again?"

Nanxing returned home and saw two stretchers as soon as he entered the yard. He stood there in a daze. After a while, he stumbled forward and landed heavily on his knees, but he seemed to feel nothing at all. He lifted the white cloth with trembling fingers.

He covered his mouth and kept backing away in fear. The sand flew up in the air with his movements. He breathed rapidly but choked. As he coughed, the tears in his eyes seemed to fall off the string and fell drop by drop into the sand.

He clenched his fists tightly, his palms still stained with gravel from the sand, sinking into his flesh. With bloodshot eyes, he ran back to where he had been, tugging at the ghost-faced man's collar like a madman, roaring loudly.

"Didn't you say God forgave them?! Didn't you say they were fine?"

All of their men were knocked down by Nanxing. Perhaps it was because they were extremely shocked, but they couldn't stop him.

The ghost-faced man kicked him hard in the lower body. Nan Xing was kicked to the ground, covering his lower abdomen tightly with both hands, curled up and sweating profusely.

"Have you calmed down? God has forgiven them, but their mortal bodies can't bear the punishment they deserve. Why are you so excited, Son of God?"

He rested his elbows on the ground and spoke word by word, his tone filled with resentment, "God... isn't... omnipotent..."

"Why."

The man with the ghost mask patted his sleeves and straightened his collar without even glancing at the person on the ground.

He waved his hand nonchalantly, his tone tinged with contempt, "God only blesses His sincere believers. Son of God, why don't you reflect on your recent actions? Those with impure thoughts will be retaliated against. Expecting God's blessing without faith is ridiculous."

Nan Xing struggled to get up from the ground. His hands were clenched into fists, and they were shaking slightly from exerting too much force.

"Not sincere to the gods...?" The strings in his brain were about to snap, and he laughed non-stop. "My eldest and second sisters entered the temple when they were young. To become medicine witches, they had to stay away from home every day. The scars on their arms were all made by the blood they offered to the gods every month."

"I am stupid and foolish, so I am not worthy of being worshipped by the gods. If I am not blessed by the gods, then I am not blessed by the gods. But what about my two sisters?"

"What has the deity they worshipped so wholeheartedly brought them?"

He opened his eyes wide, and his two strange pupils were shining with a strange light. The ghost-faced man was attracted by this light, walked forward and held his face, and his low-pressure laughter made people feel creepy.

He whispered in his ear like a demon, "But they are doing this for you, Son of God."

The gauntleted hand gently stroked his smooth, delicate cheek. "If the Son of God hadn't been unwilling to return to God, if they hadn't disobeyed God's command for you, they would still be respected medicine maidens in the temple."

"They are all for you..."

One whisper after another echoed in Nanxing's ears. His chest heaved violently, his hands unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, his body tensed, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The ghost-faced man smiled, let go of his hand and left him alone in a daze.

"Son of God, don't forget the sacrificial ceremony in a few days."

"If you disobey God again this time, no one will take God's punishment for you."

His sleeve was pulled, and the man looked at him blankly, "If I return to God and worship Him, can He let my sister come back?"

"Can you exchange me for them?"

The boy's head was covered by his palm, and bewitching words entered his ears, "The Son of God's sincere offerings will surely win God's favor. Then the three of you will definitely meet again."

Nanxing smelled a strange fragrance when he lay down. He also smelled it when the person in front of him approached him. His heart slowly calmed down and returned to a normal heartbeat.

He nodded in a daze, "I will earnestly offer sacrifices to God and ask for God's forgiveness." The ghost-faced man raised his chin and traced his eyes with his other hand, "That's right."

The little ball of light was so anxious that it was jumping around in his mind. After he returned home in a trance, he carried the two sisters from the yard into the house, put them in their rooms, and put them on their beds and covered them with quilts.

She even tucked in the quilt for them, imitating their usual behavior. Nanxing looked at them and smiled foolishly, "Ladies, don't learn from Ah Xing and kick the quilt."

"Axing will be here to watch over the sisters."

He lay on the bed, his arms folded to support his head. He closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes and hid in the sheets.

The small ball of light jumped out of his body in a hurry, floating in the air and performing seventy-two unique skills.

Finally, he was so tired that he collapsed on Nanxing's back to rest. He was so tired. He was just a small broken soul.

There's still no response from the main soul. If he doesn't come, this kid will be doomed!

In the final analysis, its ability has been weakened too much, and it can't even make this kid wake up. Oh my god, what should I do?

The little ball of light paced left and right, sighed left and right, and circled around Nanxing like a little old man.

A flash of inspiration!

Dream!

It can transform into the original body to send a dream!

So after Nanxing fell asleep, he met his dear master again.

He was still as dazzling as ever, walking towards him with the light.

Every step he took was a lamp that lit up his world.

Nan Xing was a little dazed, tears welling up in his eyes. He reached out and hugged the man again. His nose felt sore, and the tears he had been holding back could no longer be held back and fell.

A sobbing sound rang out, the voice intermittent, "Master..., I really... am useless. I didn't... protect my sister... and them. It's all because of me. They... are...

Because of me... it's all because of me... if it weren't for me... well, since childhood... I have been a burden to my elder sisters... if it weren't for me, my elder sisters wouldn't be... not protected by God." Nanxing hugged the person and sobbed, his words unclear. The little ball of light stayed with him, gently patting his back to comfort him.

"Doesn't God love the world? Why doesn't He save them? Why? Why..." His voice was hoarse, and he could already taste the rusty taste of blood in his throat.

"Sister, I never believed them. Is it true that if you don't do what they say, you'll be punished if you're not sincere?" He wiped his tears vigorously with his sleeve, then raised his face and smiled. "It's okay. Ah Xing will go to atone her sins. Ah Xing will go to worship the gods sincerely. My sisters will come back. The high priest said so." A pale smile hung on his face. "We will meet again."

Xiao Guangtuan was stunned for a moment, gnashed his teeth, pinched his cheeks with both hands, and said angrily, "There are no gods in this world. Everything is directed and acted by them. If you agree to the sacrifice, then your family will be truly reunited."

"What is goodbye? Goodbye means you are both gone from this world and we will be reunited after death!"

Xiao Guangtuan didn't want to say it so clearly, but this man was too deeply bewitched, so he could only tell him the cruel truth.

Nan Xing just smiled bleakly after hearing this, "That's enough, I'm going to die anyway. It doesn't matter if there is a God or not. Anyway, the people who love me are gone in this world. What's the point of me staying here alone?"

Xiao Guangtuan frowned and pulled him in by the collar, "Can't you just love yourself?"

"Can't you take advantage of them and love yourself well?"

"Do they deserve to die? You don't want to avenge them, but you're making a fuss about falling into the same trap as them. Is that what they want to see?"

"Xiaoxing, do you still remember what I taught you?"

Nan Xing lowered her head. "You told me to bully back those who bully me, and not to give up my life so easily."

The little ball of light nodded, but then shook his head, "Do you still remember the Soul-Calling Spell and the Soul-Locking Spell I taught you?"

Nanxing looked up suddenly, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

How could he not have thought of it? His master said that his heterochromia eyes carried magical powers, so how could he have forgotten?

Nanxing was so excited that he woke up from his dream. When he looked up excitedly, the man was gone.

But Nanxing still curled up the corners of his lips in satisfaction, with the little ball of light bouncing on his head, looking at his silly look.

"What a fool."