Healing System-Chapter 328: White Room

The chains were definitely sturdy, and they kept getting stronger the more mana he infused. However, what if he infused all of his mana into them at once?

From what he could tell, the efficiency of how much mana it absorbed versus how much was wasted was 50%.

Therefore, if he could funnel all that mana into a certain part of the chains, then maybe, just maybe, he could unshackle himself.

Michael prepared to try it out right away, but his attempt was soon interrupted by a pair of footsteps in the distance.

They were light, and he was only able to hear them since his senses were enhanced, courtesy of his entire body being made out of mana now.

Nonetheless, those steps approached, and soon, they stood over him.

It was some kind of being with a pair of golden wings and a mask that fully covered their face.

The being dressed in full white, and the mask didn't even have any eyeholes—likely to protect the identity of the wearer.

However, Michael could assume that whoever that was, it wasn't Irelia.

And of course, it didn't take long for him to get a reality check, since in the very next moment, the being put a hand over Michael's head.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. However, a sharp pain suddenly descended, causing Michael's body to twitch uncontrollably.

It was like a chemical reaction, and his blood felt like it was flowing in reverse.

Before he could pass out, the being stopped what it was doing and pulled out a notepad.

It noted down what had just transpired and, without even saying a single word, walked away.

Michael was left puzzled and in pain; however, thanks to his insane healing factor, the pain he had just felt washed away incredibly fast, leaving behind only a dull feeling.

Nonetheless, Michael tried stretching his limbs as an uncomfortable feeling enveloped him, but sadly, it was to no avail.

It seemed like because of what the being did, the chains had strengthened themselves to the point where he couldn't even wiggle his hands.

God fucking damn it. These people really are out to get me, huh? Michael chuckled with a grim look.

Nonetheless, since he realized he had a moment of peace, he swiftly attempted his earlier idea.

Without wasting even a moment, Michael infused every bit of his mana into a single portion of the chain—the one which was wrapped around his neck like a collar.

And to his surprise, after using up nearly every bit of mana, he heard a loud crack.

The crack was soon followed by a relieved feeling in his neck and, of course, the ability to breathe again.

Fuck yeah... progress, Michael thought excitedly as he moved his neck to the side, attempting to gauge the position he found himself in.

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However, once he glanced around, he soon frowned.

It was a large white room, definitely. And from what he could see, it had no exits.

But that seemed contradictory, since that being earlier was able to get inside and leave just as easily.

Is this... Rebecca did mention something like this in the past, I think... Michael fell into thought.

When he had rescued her from the Evangelist's control, they had a chat that he seemingly put to the back of his mind.

It didn't seem important at that time—after all, why would it be?

White room torture. That was how Rebecca described it.

She was deprived of most of her senses, and added to that fact, she couldn't use mana.

It seemed like Michael was an exception in that regard, since he was literally made out of mana. If he couldn't use it, then he'd be dead.

But aside from that, he never heard of how she escaped.

Is it even possible to escape this...? Michael pondered with a sigh as he proceeded to close his eyes and gather all the mana from the surroundings.

There was barely any there, probably since this room was some sort of isolated vacuum.

Still, he was able to gather enough to free his hands, and then, by using his hands, Michael was able to break off the chains surrounding his legs.

Now, he was free—for the most part.

Michael stood up off the weird hospital-like bed and took a few steps forward.

He was completely naked, with his private parts barely covered by the hospital gown.

Then again, as he walked up to a wall, it seemed to act as some sort of mirror.

In fact, he could see himself and what changes there were.

Instead of his golden hair, he was met with completely white hair.

That, coupled with his now fully red eyes, made him slightly uneasy.

Did I turn into an Evangelist...? No... they usually have white hair and eyes... Michael thought with a frown.

It was an annoying situation, and he would much rather just escape and dye his hair color back to normal.

However, he had no idea where he was, how he got here, or even how long he had been here in the first place.

There were also some wounds on his body that he had never seen before, and they didn't make sense to him.

After all, his scars could heal in seconds, and minor injuries like these? They would heal before he could even blink.

But I guess not. Something happened, I just don't know what... Michael trailed off, tracing his fingers along the walls and trying to find some kind of rough edge.

However, there was nothing. It was completely isolated through and through. Even the hospital bed which he had been strapped to a few moments ago was nowhere to be seen.

It just disappeared, in the same way his sanity was slowly disappearing.

This entire situation didn't make sense, but he wouldn't let it get to him.

Instead, Michael proceeded to punch the wall, causing a small reverberation to travel straight through his arm and momentarily stagger him.

Alright... this is definitely going to hurt. Michael frowned and hit again, then again, and again.

Eventually, he saw some kind of dent forming in the wall. It was so small that it was barely noticeable.

But in the end, some progress was better than no progress.

Nonetheless, he turned back around, trying to see if he had missed something. And upon confirming that he hadn't, he went back to smashing the wall.

Yet there was another anomaly that appeared.

The wall which had a small dent had seemingly fixed itself.

Is it tracking my vision? Michael pondered. Everything I don't look at disappears. The same went for the chains, the bed, and even the dent...

It was a difficult scenario, and he wasn't even sure whether or not he was high, stupid, or missing something crucial.

He tried again, hitting the wall until it was dented. Then, he simply proceeded to take a few steps back.

Michael continued stepping back, all the while tracking the dent on the wall.

Finally, he arrived at the other side of the white room, and only then did he finally turn his head to the side and back.

Immediately, Michael frowned.

It seemed like his deduction was correct, and everything that vanished from his vision would soon disappear into nothingness.

However, he could also use this to his advantage.

If he could manipulate a certain area to constantly repair itself, then maybe, just maybe, he could make it more brittle.

Therefore, Michael went up to the previously dented wall and tried his luck again.

He hit, dented, repaired, and repeated the same process for several hours.

And now, he took a couple of steps back, looking at his progress.

Despite the repairs, it seemed like the wall still took the brunt of the damage, since the floor had small cracks—and better yet, the ceiling too.

Now then...

I guess I'm on the right track.