Healing System-Chapter 269 Mother

"Hermes? As in the one from Olympus?" Michael tilted his head in confusion.

The number of books he had read in the past regarding this being was immeasurable.

He was the one who could travel through heaven and hell easily; however, hell seemed to be a different concept in this world. Therefore, he was a bit skeptical.

Were the gods real? Since, for a fact, he knew beings like Mephisto, Gabriel, and, of course, himself could be considered the closest to God.

Yet, aside from Freya, whom he had met a long time ago, he had no recollection of other gods.

However, just as he thought of that, an idea floated through his head.

What if he went back to the temple?

If he could go back to Verdusk and find the exact same area where he had entered the temple, then it would be possible to track it.

But for now, he'd keep the more pressing issue in mind.

"Take me back then, and make sure not to harm this soul, or else I'll torture you for an eternity myself," Michael threatened, watching as Hermes froze up.

However, Hermes seemed too meek to pull something off, and even if he tried, Michael was ready to kill him in an instant. Read exclusive adventures at novelbuddy

"I'm not going to do anything, sir... I apologize if I came off as rude."

"Don't worry. Just tell me when we are going to start," Michael added.

Hermes nodded before closing his eyes, and not even a moment later, he reopened them, a determined look on his face.

"I'm ready."

"That was fast," Michael remarked before asking, "So how is this going to work? Do you want me to—"

His words were interrupted when, all of a sudden, Hermes's eyes glowed a faint golden color, and in the very next moment, Michael felt a gust of wind envelop him.

Yet in the next instant, his vision shifted at a speed he could not possibly track before he finally found himself back on Earth, standing inside the golden dome he had created.

"How did you..." Michael was speechless.

However, his shock ended as Hermes fell to the ground face-first.

For a second, Michael thought he had died, but instead, loud snoring resounded.

"This guy is a nutcase, just like the rest of the people I've met," Michael thought with a sigh before glancing down.

In his arms was a gassy blue ball, which he could only assume to be the soul.

His mother's soul.

And to the side was her body, covered by the golden blanket he had made for her earlier.

He hesitated slightly. Although he had gotten this far, what if it didn't work?

What if it was simply too late? After all, God knows how many years had passed in that realm where time likely worked differently.

Nonetheless, Michael was about to find out. With hurried steps, he approached his mother's body and slowly leaned down, bringing the gassy ball downward.

As he did, it suddenly began floating until, eventually, it traveled out from his hands and into his mother's body.

After a few moments, it had completely disappeared from sight, and for a mere moment, Michael thought he had lost it.

But in the next, something finally happened.

His mother, who had been lying lifeless inside the coffin, now had some semblance of consciousness, although it was lying dormant within her.

She wasn't breathing either, and he could feel her slowly dying again.

Therefore, Michael stretched out his mana before manually controlling her lungs.

The same went for her heart, as, with the usage of mana, he began making it beat at a steady pace.

But as that was happening, Michael got an idea.

A mana core would solve most of his issues, and he would not need to look after her until the day she woke up if he simply did this one thing.

The knowledge was in his brain—he just had to find it.

Therefore, Michael closed his eyes and slowed down time to the maximum until, eventually, he found the memory he was looking for.

It detailed the creation of a mana core—specifically, the one dwelling in the heart: the mage core.

Not wasting even a single moment, he snapped out of his thoughts and began the creation process.

Neatly weaving his mana around her heart, he soon began the process.

He used threads, stabbing them through her heart repeatedly, which, for some reason, caused it to begin beating.

Keeping up this momentum, Michael finished the rest of the mana core. His mother's heart was now completely covered in threads, and the only thing missing was for Michael to inject the last of his mana.

Taking a deep breath, he did just that.

In the very next moment, a bright flash of light appeared, seemingly coming out of his mother's body.

For a moment, Michael thought she was back; however, that hope soon died down as she lay there motionless.

However, the fact that her organs were slowly starting to regain function, as well as her heart pumping blood again, made him regain hope once again.

It felt like a roller coaster of emotions.

He was not sure what he was doing. For all Michael knew, he would lose her forever.

But on the off chance that all of this worked, then it would be more than worth it.

Therefore, he waited patiently, making sure her blood was getting to the right places while, at the same time, passively adding mana into the mana core.

As he was doing so, Michael felt like she was on the verge of breaking through to Tier 2.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he began weaving another core, and after what felt like an hour, he was done.

His mother was Tier 2, and she hadn't even woken up yet—truly a prodigy.

Chuckling at his own stupid joke, Michael glanced at his mother's body once again.

And once he did, his eyes widened.

She was breathing again, albeit barely.

But that meant she was actually alive now—just in a coma.

His hands were shaking, and he could practically feel his tears dripping down like waterfalls.

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She's really alive... He fell backward, landing straight on his ass. I did it.

Of course, she was still in a coma, and God knows for how long.

However, waking her up right away might be the wrong idea, as he wanted to wait until her body's functions and muscle memory returned to normal.

But just as those thoughts passed, he saw his mother's finger twitch, causing him to halt in place.

Soon, the twitching intensified until, eventually, her entire hand was raised as she gripped the coffin and sat upright.

Her black hair cascaded down as her bones creaked a few times.

The natural regeneration one had after obtaining a mana core was great, but the mere fact that Michael was the one to make her mana core ensured that every wound she would ever receive would heal in an instant.

"Ugh..." A hoarse feminine voice rang out as his mother attempted to stand up but fell back into the coffin before looking around. "Huh? Why am I inside a coffin?"

Michael merely sat there, petrified, not believing what he was seeing.

His mother, who had been dead for decades, was now sitting inside the coffin and yawning as though wanting to sleep.

Soon, she began opening her eyes, revealing beautiful golden irises—ones that Michael had shared in the past.

But now, his eye color was mixed, and his hair was golden.

She looked around until, eventually, her gaze landed on Michael. "Who are you? A cosplayer?"

"...Not exactly," Michael replied as calmly as he could before standing up.

His legs were shaking, but it was better than making a fool of himself by sitting on the cold cemetery grass.

"Then what are you doing dressed like that?" She sighed. "I swear... Kids these days really tend to come up with the biggest bullshit."

"Moth—Marie, what do you remember?" Michael corrected himself midway through.

It would be pretty self-destructive if he had called her Mother then and there.

"Dunno, I coughed a lot and then felt tired... And then..." Realization dawned upon her as she began recalling the events.

Then, with widened eyes, she looked at him. "...I died?"

"You did, and so did I." Michael shrugged. "It happens to the best of us. Just know that a lot of time has passed."

"B-But wait... What about my husband...?" She trailed off, tears welling in her eyes. "What about my son...?"

"Huh?" Michael froze at her words. "Your son?"

"Michael. He should still be deployed. I wonder if something went wrong..." she replied with worry.

Yet she kept flashing glances toward him until, eventually, she narrowed her eyes.

"Were you the one who brought me back?"

"Yes," Michael replied plainly.

But it made sense, she was dead, and the gods couldn't exactly reach into the Garden of Souls like he had.

With a soft smile, he walked over to his mother, crouched down, and stared into her eyes.

"It's been a very long time, Mom..."