Healing System-Chapter 332: Kael And Bad Guys

Immediately, the sight of a haggard Kael entered his vision.

He had no limbs, and to Michael's surprise, his wounds were literally bleeding a black goo.

That meant that he had been reconstructed, and the vessel Michael had made had failed.

"Fish, do you feel anything?" Michael asked with a serious look.

Arthur tilted his head. "Feel what? What am I supposed to be feeling?"

"I don't know, a connection maybe? You said you're a Klaxian or something, right? That thing had some of your DNA, so can you feel it?" Michael pushed.

Immediately, Arthur's eyes widened as he seemingly stretched his mana all around the place.

Then, he walked into the room, brushing his fingers along the wall as he approached a certain spot.

It had a crack, but it was so small it was barely noticeable.

Nonetheless, Arthur began tapping his fingers on the crack, and with each passing tap, the cracks grew.

Finally, after roughly 10 taps, there was nothing left, and the wall revealed itself.

It was still white; however, there was a certain texture to it that didn't quite seem right.

"Did he...?" Michael trailed off with a frown.

"He did," Arthur affirmed. "He merged with the room somehow."

"For fuck's sake..." Michael facepalmed.

He had no idea how to un-room somebody.

But it was a pretty delicate situation, so he decided to handle it with delicate hands.

Michael summoned a single dagger and then proceeded to drag it across the wall.

Immediately, a black liquid substance dripped down, hitting the ground.

Barely anything came out... Michael thought with a sigh as he began slashing violently.

After several minutes of slashing, he had finally managed to cut the wall enough to have a giant pool of blood underneath his feet.

And without wasting even a single second, Michael proceeded to make a construct out of that blood, giving it limbs, a brain, and every single necessity imaginable.

It resembled the previous Kael, just this time, it seemed empty.

Noticeably so; therefore, Michael pushed the body against the wall.

He had expected nothing to happen as this was just a gamble in the end; however, the body suddenly began absorbing all the white stuff off the wall.

Michael immediately felt some sort of oppressive pressure wash over him, but he proceeded to ignore it as he stared ahead, watching as Kael's body slowly began brimming with life.

But then, his senses flared. It seemed like the same went for Arthur as the two dashed back and out of the room.

The moment they did, the door to the room disappeared, followed by a giant transparent room appearing in their sight.

They could see the external structure of the building, and as it seemed, there were thousands of extra rooms both above and below them.

But most importantly, he saw a figure slowly floating toward them.

It was a black-haired man, with equally black eyes.

Soon, he reached Michael and stopped right in front of him before glancing around at the others.

Irelia seemed to recognize him immediately.

"Aren't you that sludge monster from earlier? You've come a long way, haven't you?"

"That does appear to be the case," Kael replied with a frown. "I've not felt this strong in forever. It is a bit distressing."

"Why's that?" Michael asked, raising a brow.

Kael scratched his head, looking genuinely bothered. "Because it means something's wrong with the vessel. I'm not supposed to feel this strong yet. It's unstable."

Michael tilted his head. "So you're telling me you might explode or something?"

Arthur immediately stepped back a few meters. "Uh, that's not really ideal, y'know."

Kael shook his head. "No, no... not explode. More like... collapse in on myself. Lose coherence. Fall apart mentally. Honestly, I don't even know."

"Great. You're basically a walking ticking time bomb, but without the satisfying boom at the end," Michael muttered.

Irelia just snorted, arms crossed. "Should've let him stay merged with the wall."

Michael ignored her and turned back to Kael. "Alright, listen. Can you, like... control it? Stabilize yourself somehow?"

"I wish." Kael shook his head. "All I know is that I might or might not completely destroy all your mana cores in the next five minutes."

"The fuck is this pipsqueak talking about?" the red-haired man muttered.

It was clear he was looking down on Kael, and rightfully so. He did look a bit ridiculous right now.

Small body, giant muscles. Yeah. Ridiculous.

Fucking hell though, is he stronger than even Arthur now? Michael pondered. He's definitely stronger than me, that's for sure. Probably a bit weaker than Irelia.

In the current scheme, the red-haired man was as strong as Arthur; Irelia and Kael were the strongest; Nyra and Michael were the weakest.

Not a great track record. But Michael knew he could deal with most of the people present, except for those who were a bit stronger than him.

Nonetheless, the current party seemed too unstable to do any serious heavy lifting. In fact, he was sure the red-haired man would try to kill everyone the first chance he got.

However, that was the beauty of such parties. The instability.

I'm not an adrenaline junkie either, I just don't like safety, Michael thought with a smirk.

Back in the military, there were similar situations. Green recruits who thought they knew better and put the entire brigade in jeopardy.

From then, they were either killed in action or simply thrown out before the next deployment.

Yet Michael could agree that those chaotic times were the funnest by far.

Or at least, that was the case after his mother died. Before then, he wouldn't even dream of living life on the edge like that.

Still... Michael trailed off, glancing at the red-haired man who was gathering mana in his palm.

I can't have this guy by my side.

With those thoughts, Michael suddenly lunged toward the red-haired man, catching him off guard.

Yet, his strength wasn't for show, since he managed to react in time. He used that bit of mana he had gathered in his palm to send a chaotic blast of mana toward Michael.

However, before it hit, Michael simply coated his entire body in the combination of all three of his affinities.

Safe to say, it bounced off his body.

But Michael wasn't done, since in the very next moment, he extended his palm, out of which a long white sword shot out.

The red-haired man seemed puzzled by this feeble attempt, when in reality it was much more dangerous than one would expect.

After all, interesting stuff happens when you compress heavenly judgment to the size of a dagger and add two more affinities on top of it.

Therefore, the sword flew, and the red-haired man attempted to swat it away.

Yet instead of that working, the sword suddenly warped the man's body, twisting it into a weird shape and completely tearing off his arm.

But that was not all, since it traveled straight into his shoulder, tearing out a giant chunk as blood began spurting out rapidly.

"Y-You! How were you able to—"

"Zip it, mate," Michael interjected. "What I want from you is an explanation. Or rather, who are you anyway?"

"That is not of your concern," the man replied, and then swiftly twisted his body, trying to strike Michael with a backheel.

However, that was even more of a pathetic attempt than expected, so Michael simply summoned another one of those white warping swords.

The red-haired man's leg was immediately twisted out of existence, followed by his abdomen suffering the brunt of the attack.

He was nothing but a meat bag waiting to die, and Michael would grant him that wish.

Yet just as he was about to strike down, sirens blared from all around him.

Immediately, each of the rooms began opening up one by one, and out of them, several people came out.

However, it was clear that they were not allies, since each one of them had weird white masks on their faces.

The same masks the first he killed earlier wore.

Hmm... so they were turned. This isn't good, Michael thought with a frown as he turned toward the red-haired man who was grinning from ear to ear.

Michael grinned. "You really thought that would prevent anything, huh? Pity..."

With that, Michael coated his arm in the same substance as his swords and swiftly cut off the man's head.

He watched as it flew across the air, landing on a nearby wall and dragging down.

Finally, the nuisance was dead.

Better yet? None of the people present even attempted to intervene since they shared the same sentiment.

He was a liability, one that would bite them back in the ass if kept alive, so Michael simply did them all a favor by killing him.

Nonetheless, now that he was done with sweeping up the trash, it was time to focus on the matter at hand.

Which was...

I guess I have to eliminate these idiots first.