Healing System

Michael headed straight for the very center of the city. According to the information he had read, the Evangelist's base was somewhere in clear sight.

He was alone, thankfully. It was best if no one else saw what he was about to do; after all, Michael was definitely not planning on sparing any of those cultists.

However, he ran into a few problems along the way during his search. He knew exactly where their base was, but the number of people in the area certainly did not help his case.

There were a couple of red dots here and there, but upon tracking down those people, he noticed they were definitely not cultists. They didn't even look remotely intimidating.

That was why he could not kill them; to outsiders, it would seem like he had killed innocents. Michael definitely did not have the spare time to take these people into custody. All he wanted to do was kill the cultists and help Amanda with whatever scheme she was talking about.

'Though... what if I do something like this...?' Michael had a thought as he walked behind a group of red-dotted individuals—or so they appeared according to the map.

However, as he took a glance with his Eyes of The Healer, he spotted that their mana was a bit congested, as if they had forcefully practiced it.

That wasn't entirely wrong—someone had forcefully manipulated their mana to increase their strength. The result? A monstrosity inside their bodies.

Michael raised a brow at the system's words. 'What monstrosity?'

But just as he asked that, he noticed something in their brains, hearts, and abdomens. There was a black mass in each, radiating a faint amount of energy that connected to the congested mana in their veins, making it more swollen.

None of them even flinched. He could only imagine the pain they were going through, but besides that...

'Are those mana cores...?'

In a way, they are, but the energy inside them is limited. However much there is now, it will run out with each use of their mana. And no, those cores are not made from normal mana; they are likely made with the mana of a regular demon

'Of course they are...' Michael let out a sigh. It was not surprising that everywhere he went, he was entangled with either demons or cultists. Enjoy more content from empire

But now he was even more certain about what he planned to do. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he would give it a shot.

He conjured three golden jackets and floated them over to the group, dropping the jackets right onto their shoulders.

They seemed a bit confused for a moment. However, before they were able to take the golden clothing off, Michael shot a Piercing Light sword straight through all of their hearts.

Just as they were about to drop to the ground, he used his mana to tighten the jackets around them and began levitating them to the side where the fewest people were gathered, practically an empty alleyway.

TThe other bystanders did not pay much attention. No one saw him cast his skill, and they were too busy focusing on the floating structures to notice the three individuals who were hovering slightly off the ground, their heads propped up by the jackets' collars.

I thought you wouldn't interfere with them?

'I wasn't going to, but since they were right in front of me, I couldn't resist. I might just do a little cleanup after this request is over.' Michael shrugged. It was inconvenient, but he did have some time to spare before the academy tournament—whenever that was anyway.

Amanda would probably find him. After all, he wasn't going to participate, at least according to her. That meant he could let loose until then.

Michael levitated the bodies further into the alley and then glanced behind him, making sure there were no more people.

After confirming it was clear, he dropped the three dead individuals to the ground while dispelling the clothing he had made. As he did so, streams of blood began seeping from their bodies.

However, Michael was too busy admiring his mana clothing ability. 'Oho, liquid absorption too...'

Get rid of them already.

'Yeah, about that... Is there anywhere I could dump them?' he asked, scratching his head. Throwing them into a dumpster was an option, but panic would arise if someone found them. There were different ways to get rid of them... but none seemed well-suited for the area he was in.

Hmm... I suppose I should give you a hint. Light reflection, it's a simple hint and an even easier solution. If you take more than 10 seconds, you're an idiot.

'No... I understand what you mean.' Michael rolled his eyes at the system's words. It was referring to a solar death ray—one he could use by reflecting light directly onto the bodies of the three dead people seated by the wall.

Thankfully, the sun was conveniently stationed right above him, meaning he could easily try it. The only problem was that he didn't know how to create a mirror. The closest thing he had was his shield.

Don't overthink it.

'...' He stared at the three individuals but could not come up with anything; none of his skills could reflect sunlight. 'Don't overthink it?'n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

You don't need an extremely overcomplicated solution for an easy problem. You can weave and solidify mana however you like, no?

Michael thought for a moment, sighed, and summoned a slab of light. Instantly, he could see it perfectly reflecting the sunlight above him. It was directed at a building, but he hadn't paid much attention to it.

Just as he was about to direct the sunlight onto the three bodies, he froze in place and dispelled the slab of light. The roof of the building that the sunlight had touched now had a giant hole in it, with magma flowing down and landing right next to him.

'Fuck... fuck.' Michael was stressing out. That damage would definitely not go unnoticed, and if he tried to direct the sunlight onto the three bodies, he would likely take the whole building down with them.

"You are hopeless," came a voice from behind him. It was the system—now Mikhail, in its human form.

Mikhail walked up to the group by the wall and summoned three slabs of light. "Watch and learn." With those words, the slabs were infused with mana. The sunlight immediately descended onto one before traveling to another.

What happened next made Michael's eyes widen. The second bounce of light enveloped the three individuals perfectly, melting them down to atoms in moments, before hitting the last slab and traveling back upwards.

Mikhail smirked at him and disappeared, his voice once again resounding in Michael's mind as the system.

That's how you do it. Better remember it.

'Yeah...' Michael was still speechless. It wasn't every day he got to witness such lethal skills. A single beam of sunlight had pierced a building's roof and melted people in moments.

But he didn't have much time to dwell on his thoughts, as for a single second, he saw tens—if not hundreds—of red dots in a building not far away. Just as quickly, they all disappeared, leaving only a few mixed with green.

Zooming in for a closer look, he realized it was the same building he was supposed to go to—the base of the Evangelists.

Michael immediately summoned his sword of light and stepped onto it, flying straight to the top of the building. He would kill them nonetheless, but maybe he could get some information out of them while he was at it.

As he thought that, he noticed someone sitting on the rooftop, smoking a cigarette without a care in the world. Much like the previous cultists he had encountered, his hair was pure white, and his mana seemed abnormal—just like the group of three Michael had killed minutes earlier.

'Found you...'