I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Don't worry, I don't have any terrible enemies who need your help to take revenge, nor do I have any wealth that can ensure your livelihood for the rest of your life." Joseph looked at Charlotte, a hint of a smile in his golden eyes.

Charlotte, caught off guard, gave an embarrassed smile, thinking to herself, "Could this guy possibly be able to eavesdrop on other people's thoughts?"

However, seeing the horrific wound on the man's chest and his visibly weakened state, Charlotte couldn't help but say, "I've had my magical abilities stripped away and am no longer a mage, but I have a mid-level healing mage in my clinic. Perhaps she can try to heal your injuries."

He knew Vivian was behind the stairs, and Joseph probably knew it too.

As a doctor, or even a veterinarian, watching a seriously injured patient die before your eyes without doing anything is agonizing.

"Even though you've fallen into the abyss, you still have a compassionate heart, which is very similar to Lin's." Joseph smiled and shook his head, saying, "However, my injuries are too severe for a little girl to heal. Even a Grand Magister would be powerless to help."

Charlotte looked at Joseph, whose face was deathly pale from blood loss and whose lips had turned a deep purplish-black. The toxins in his body were eroding his life force, but his expression remained calm and serene.

He had never seen anyone face death so calmly.

What is a Grand Magister? The pinnacle of the mage profession!

The dean of the Calva Medical School was only a mage.

He trusted Joseph's judgment and did not insist that Vivian treat him.

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"Did you come here specifically to see me?" Charlotte asked, wanting to know the man's purpose.

"Yes, before your parents left the city to fight the monster tide, they left me a letter asking me to take care of you if anything happened to them." Joseph nodded slightly.

"Then why are you only showing up now?! Where were you when I was in prison? Where were you when I was jilted and humiliated? Where were you when I was stripped of my magical essence and became a cripple?" If it were the original owner of this body, she would definitely ask a hysterical four-question barrage.

Charlotte, however, remained much calmer, simply saying, "Obviously, you didn't manage to do it. Of course, it could also be that you were too busy; it's not your fault."

His tone carried a hint of hurt and bitterness.

Charlotte's calmness deepened Joseph's guilt, and he said apologetically, "I have indeed been busy with some important things these years. I originally thought that with Nolan and Lin's contributions to Calva, those people would take good care of you, but I never expected them to do such a thing to you."

"So, you came here today specifically to apologize to me?"

"Yes, so I'm going to give you a chance."

"An opportunity?" Charlotte didn't seem too excited; instead, she was somewhat wary.

Phrases like "Do you want to live a different life?" or "Young man, do you want to change your destiny?" are often huge traps.

Charlotte just wants to work hard to make money and live a good life.

Joseph took a black stone from his bosom and handed it to Charlotte.

"What is this?" Charlotte hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took the stone.

This is a long, narrow stone. The front is as smooth and flat as a mirror, and the back is also smooth, but a complex magic circle is engraved under the stone surface with dark gold lines. Based on a six-pointed star, it is supplemented with symmetrical and intricate runes, which looks quite sophisticated and aesthetically pleasing.

The moment Charlotte held it, she had the illusion of receiving a mobile phone.

It's perfect in terms of size, thickness, weight, and grip.

It even achieved a true full-screen display.

But Charlotte was certain that the continent of Aesop had not yet produced a revolutionary product like a mobile phone, nor even a steam engine.

Suddenly, the stone in his hand trembled slightly.

The pure black mirror suddenly lit up, and lines of text appeared.

Technician: [What happened to the Judge? Why did he suddenly leave?]

Merchant: [Holy crap, is he dead? He still owes me two thousand gold coins!]

Gatekeeper: [Yesterday he said he found a queen beast's den, could something have gone wrong?]

The Light Chaser: [Does the Hermit know the specifics? You usually have frequent contact with the Judge. @The Hermit.]

……

Charlotte: ...

Isn't this a chat group?!

If he hadn't already accepted the fact that he had traveled through time, he might have even felt like he was spying on some kind of game group.

But this is a fantastical world where magic reigns supreme and dragons soar through the sky!

Looking at the chat group called "Red Moon" and the constantly refreshing chat history, Charlotte felt numb.

Joseph seemed pleased with Charlotte's expression and explained with a smile, "You might have a hard time understanding what this is. Simply put, it's a real-time communication tool that we call 'Blackstone'."

I understand what this thing is, but I can't understand why it's here. Charlotte, clutching the 'Black Stone,' asked with a puzzled look, "What's this for? And who are they?"

"To talk about this, we have to start with an organization called the Red Moon. A thousand years ago, nine meteorites fell from the sky and landed all over the continent of Aesop, and the Red Moon began to appear on the night of the meteorites."

The continuous red moon nights lasted for three years, and it was during these three years that demonic phenomena began to appear in various parts of the continent of Aesop.

Humans, beasts, orcs, and even dragons have all inexplicably gone mad, and there are signs of human-to-human transmission. The typical characteristics are that their eyes turn red, they lose their minds, and they go crazy and kill.

Like a disease spreading, the demonization phenomenon spread throughout the continent, eventually attracting the attention of all races.

To resist the horde of demonic beasts, the various races ended their racial wars and built cities on the continent of Aesop, using high walls and magic arrays to isolate the demonic creatures.

"Kalva was established against this backdrop," Joseph said calmly.

Charlotte listened attentively. He was certainly familiar with these old almanacs, having grown up in Kalva, but he didn't know what they had to do with this "Black Stone" phone.

"You may know some of the above, so let's talk about something you don't know," Joseph continued. "After the three-year period, the frequency of the red moon began to decrease, from once every three days to once every five days, and finally stabilized at once every seven days, which has continued to this day."

On the night of the red moon, the mutated creatures become exceptionally active and restless.

Seemingly guided by some mysterious force, every few nights of the Red Moon, a phenomenon occurs where hordes of mutated creatures of varying sizes attack large cities; we call this the "Mortal Tide."

Besides building cities to resist the demonic tide, enlightened people from all races were unwilling to cower in the cities, so more than nine hundred years ago, an organization called the "Red Moon" was established.

The organization was founded with the aim of unraveling the mystery of the Red Moon, eradicating the demonic influence, and restarting the world.

"Ah... this is so typical of chuunibyou!" Charlotte exclaimed in disbelief.

"From its inception, Red Moon has always maintained a membership of nine. Apart from the founder of Red Moon, 'The Night Watcher,' other members do not need to reveal their identities unless they do so voluntarily. They communicate using code names through 'Black Stone,'" Joseph continued.

Isn't this just about choosing a screen name to chat in a group?

Nine people chatting in a group to save the world?

He wouldn't have dared to think about such a thing when he was fifteen.

"You... are the Judge?" Charlotte asked tentatively, using that incredibly chuunibyou (delusional) online name.

"That's right, I am the Judge." Joseph nodded, paused, and said, "My main responsibility is to explore the monster lairs marked by members of the organization, as well as other suspicious locations mentioned by adventurers, in an attempt to find the source of the demonization. I have already eliminated three monster lairs around the abyss, but the last one had a bit of an accident."

Charlotte stared at Joseph with her mouth slightly agape, her gaze filled with shock and awe.

In his education, the existence of monster lairs was legendary, and textbooks did not provide a detailed introduction to this topic.

But according to rumors, the monster lair not only contains a terrifying number of monsters, but also a queen of monsters, a fearsome existence that even archmages dread.

The man in front of me works daily exploring and clearing monster lairs.

His injuries were from removing the monster lairs around the abyss, which were mostly related to the Queen of the Beasts.

"What kind of people are those guys in that group?" Charlotte suddenly realized a very important question: he might have suddenly come into contact with an extraordinary and mysterious organization.

"The best judgment for mad monsters is to send them to meet that damned red moon," Joseph said with a smile, seemingly explaining his code name.

"So you entrusted the 'Black Stone' to me, is it for someone else?" Charlotte asked.

He is now so weak that he might not even be able to defeat a demonized rabbit in the wilderness. Clearly, he has no ability to inherit the mantle of the Judge and venture into the lair of the demonic beasts with his sword.

Judging from Joseph's terrifying strength, the Red Moon organization, which always maintains a nine-person structure, is not something a mere newbie like him can handle.

"No, I have chosen you as the successor to the ninth Black Stone. From today onwards, you are a member of the Red Moon." Joseph's gaze was fixed on Charlotte. "Although we haven't met all these years, I have been watching over you. I am very pleased to see you again. The fact that you, once a genius, have had your magical source destroyed has not made you give up on yourself. You still have a compassionate heart and a positive attitude. Therefore, I have chosen you to be my successor."

Charlotte showed no surprise, calmly asking, "Are you sure you want a good-for-nothing who doesn't even dare to set foot in the wilderness to occupy such a precious spot?"

"Are you content to spend your whole life hiding in the dark corners of the abyss as a useless piece of trash?" Joseph retorted.

Charlotte didn't answer, she just looked at Joseph.

He is not the kind of person who gets excited by a few words from others.

"Your mild-mannered and cautious personality is exactly like Nolan's!" Joseph laughed in exasperation, then sighed and said, "Besides your personality, your parents also played a part in choosing you."