Healing System

"Rebecca...? Is that you?" Michael asked, his heart practically beating out of his chest.

The room felt as if it was shaking. His Sanctuary skill had already run out, so it was probably the headache that came right after, but he decided to ignore it. The person in front of him was more important.

The only core memories he had of this world before he arrived in his current body were those of the previous Michael's time with Rebecca. They were practically inseparable until he had to go live with the others.

However, it was not because she hated him or anything—more like the work she was doing had been taking up most of her time; therefore, she could not give him as much attention as one would expect. Even if the current Michael would not mind, the previous one was a child with a child's brain.

It was only natural he would have developed some attachment issues, but nonetheless, there were enough good times for him to hold her dear in his heart. The memories, after all, were connected, and so were the emotions the previous Michael felt.

But now that he was in front of her again, a strange feeling welled up in his chest. It was foreign, yet at the same time familiar. If he had to make an assumption, it was the child Michael's emotions influencing him this strongly.

"Rebecca, that is you, right?" he asked once again as she looked down at the ground, not even meeting his eyes anymore. It was almost like her previous sentence had taken out all of the energy she had.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Michael infused more mana into his eyes, making sure she was not under the effects of mind control again—or at least, that was what he assumed the mist had been.

He slowly began walking towards her. She finally stopped using mana to repel him backward; however, the fact that his head felt like it was splitting in half did not help his case in the slightest. If another fight broke out, he would not be able to react to her abilities and would most likely die.

After all, the system was doing maintenance, and he felt like a zombie.

"Rebecca... how have you been?" Michael asked as he arrived right before her, standing just a few meters away. Her hands were shaking even more than his own.

It was definitely an unexpected reunion. For all he knew, she was most likely dead.

"Sorry... give me a moment," Rebecca finally spoke up and stretched out her shaking hand in front of him, stopping him from approaching any closer.

She gripped her forehead. It was likely that some degree of pain was still present inside her mind. After all, even if he had dispelled the mind control, the attacks he used to get her to that point had not been pleasant.

Even he would have been affected by the mental attacks he had done to her. It was definitely no joke.

But nonetheless, he gathered himself and summoned a single Sword of Light. Placing a piece of puffy clothing on it, he sat down. Any more, and it seemed like he would actually fall unconscious.

The headache was being resisted through sheer shock, it seemed. Any other fight, and he would have been rolling on the ground.

After a few minutes of waiting, she finally spoke up once again, looking at him with her completely white eyes. "Sorry for attacking you... I was not myself earlier."

Michael waved away her apology; it was unnecessary. "It's fine; I know you were not in control of yourself at that time."

"Still... I attacked you. But besides that... where are we?" Rebecca asked as she looked around the entire massive room. The black box in the very middle had shattered sometime during their fight. Even Michael did not know when that happened exactly.

"We are in Elarion, under the city as well. I was chasing a lead about a few cultists, and that led me here."

"Elarion? We are still on Verdusk?" She seemed confused, and so was Michael.

"Uh... we are in Elarion, yes... but what do you mean by Verdusk?" From what he was aware, there were only three continents, none of which were Verdusk.

There was Artios, Neutus, and lastly Daor—the one where he was going to be heading after he finished with all of his affairs.

Luckily, there were not that many left. He was curious about what the other worlds had to offer besides the other world he had already experienced. Would they be much different or practically the same?

"I was just in Alphos, and now I am back here...? How?" Rebecca began mumbling under her breath with words that did not make sense to him.

However, that was until he realized—what if she was not talking about continents or cities? What if she was talking about worlds, and Verdusk was the one they were currently on?

She finally stopped mumbling and returned her gaze to him with an apologetic expression on her face. "Ah... about that... oh right, you have a mana core, so it's fine to tell you." She scrambled for her words. She seemed just as clumsy as the time he had seen her back in her office when he first awakened.

"Verdusk is the world we are currently on. It is the lowest-level world out in the universe. Most of these types of worlds usually have weak beings, those who at max can reach Tier 2." Rebecca paused and waited for him to digest the information, just like she used to do before, and then continued.

"Alphos is a low-level world, one tier higher than Verdusk. But nonetheless, the power difference is pretty significant. People there can reach Tier 5, some even Tier 6 if they are lucky. There are a bunch more tiers; however, I have not been in any of those worlds yet. Apparently, the pressure would harm me..." She scratched her head with an embarrassed expression.

'She is as aloof as ever.' Michael smiled at her antics. The explanation went in line with what he assumed, but it just put into perspective how weak he really was.

While he was sure his progress was immense, in the grand scheme of things, he was only strong in his world. The moment he goes to a low-level world, his struggles would once again resume—of being one of the weakest people there.

However, he did have a lot of trump cards, most of which could most definitely bridge the gap. He just had to improve himself until then. And to do that, he would need to go back to the basics.

But now that all of the sweet talk was out of the way, it was time to ask the actual questions. "I see... Rebecca, what happened to you?"

At his words, her cheery atmosphere disappeared, followed by a gloomy look. He knew it was a bit insensitive to ask, but he wanted to know—he had to know.

"I got trapped inside of a closed dungeon by Reinhardt... I think? He was one of the main powerhouses of the Evangelist, so he took me in and made me more powerful... though I wish he hadn't. Their leader is scary..." she said with a slight shiver, and Michael merely nodded. It was a good start; he could always ask more questions later.

However, what she said next nearly made him choke in shock.

"I think he goes by Adam? Weird name, but he is extremely powerful. I thought you two looked alike at first, but his hair is golden. Only your eyes are the same."

'The Evangelists are being led by Adam...? Fuck.'