After a few hours, Luke was discharged from the clinic, still unaware of the drama surrounding him.

He could walk and move his body normally, but if he stretched too far, the spots where the arrows hit him would strain.

He had no choice but to be grateful that he had the Auto-Forge skill. With it, Luke could still make armor for his business without having to swing his hammer, protecting his body from getting hurt worse.

Thinking about his business reminded him of Amigo, whom he had left alone in his room to watch for any new customer orders.

"Shoot," Luke whispered. "How long did I leave him alone?!"

As fast as he could without upsetting his wounds, Luke hurried to his room. He banged the door open, his eyes searching until they fell on the bed.

Amigo was lying on his shell, belly up, four legs in the air, his eyes closed, and his tongue sticking out.

"Amigo! No!" Luke yelled as he ran across the room. He threw his arms around his buddy and hugged him against his chest. "I am so sorry for leaving you alone for so long!"

Luke kept hugging the turtle tight, feeling guilty in the silence. After all his talk about being a powerful summoner, he had gone and left his very first beast alone in a room for who knows how long.

But as he was crying, saying sorry over and over, Amigo blinked his eyes open and looked at Luke.

"Master? Why are you squeezing me?"

"You’re alive!" Luke exclaimed with a sigh of relief, wiping his tears. "Look, I brought you some treats. I’m sorry I left you alone for so long. I got caught up in a fight and—"

"Pfft—hahaha!"

Huh?

Luke raised a brow as Amigo rolled over, laughing his shell off and pointing at him.

"Master, are you really crying? You thought I kicked the bucket?!" Amigo laughed. "Wow! I need a camera!"

"Hey, it’s not funny," Luke protested. "You were lying stiff."

"I was resting!" Amigo scoffed, wiping a tear from his own eye. "My head hurts a bit because I just used my All-Seeing Eye skill."

"Your skill?" Luke asked. "What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing much," Amigo said. "I just used your phone to absorb 99% of all the data on the internet. Every website, every book, every article. I know all of it now."

Luke was left dumbfounded. He realized that his Astral Tortoiseling had just turned itself into a living AI, having the answers to everything on the web.

But Luke did not like that Amigo was being too smug about it, so he grabbed a pillow and whacked the turtle with it, knocking the beast over.

"Ouch! What was that for?" Amigo complained.

"Are you stupid?" Luke warned, pointing a finger at him. "Overloading your mind with that much data could have fried your brain and killed you for real! Don’t ever do that again!"

Amigo sat up and defended himself right away.

"We have to take risks to get ahead, Master! I learnt that from you!!"

Luke sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed, wincing from the slight pain of his injuries.

When Amigo saw the bandages, he looked at Luke with sympathy, understanding that his master had gone through a tough time too.

Since Amigo was now web-smart, Luke decided to ask him for help.

"You know everything on the internet now, right? Are there any specific potions that can heal these arrow wounds 100% like they were never there?"

Amigo thought for a second with glowing eyes.

"There are," it said, listing off four products. "The Golden-Leaf Elixir or a True Root Regeneration Fluid would close those holes in a second and fix your muscles brand new, but these specific products are sold at official unions. If I’m correct, you’re not welcome there unless you’re a registered hunter."

"Damn it," Luke muttered. "I guess I just have to heal the slow way then."

"Yes. You must be patient and stay low," Amigo agreed. "Meanwhile, it was a busy afternoon while you were away. We received seven new orders, and the older customers are calling non-stop for their armor. They want to know why you haven’t forged them yet."

"Seven new orders? That’s great," Luke said. "But we can’t keep them piling up. We need to head to the shop right now and let Auto-Forge handle the backlog."

"Also, Master, there’s one more thing," Amigo said with a mischievous smile. "A girl has been texting your phone non-stop, asking if you are okay."

"Who’s it?" Luke asked, raising a brow.

"The name is Scarlett. She seems to really care about you," Amigo answered, chuckling.

"You little—!" Luke growled as he grabbed a pillow and attacked Amigo again. "Did you text her back? Tell me you didn’t reply to her!"

"No! No! I didn’t say anything!" Amigo laughed. "I respect your privacy, Master! Let me go!"

Luke snatched the phone away and opened the messages.

The first thing he saw was Scarlett’s profile picture. It was a selfie of her standing on a green lawn, smiling and holding up two fingers, as if she were a video-game character.

He scrolled down and looked at the five messages she had sent him while he was knocked out:

"Hey, I saw what happened in the arena. Are you okay?"

"Vivian said you were in the clinic. Is it serious?"

"Let me know if you need anything."

"Seriously, Luke, answer your phone. People are saying crazy things."

"Just text me when you wake up so I know you’re alive."

Luke stared at the screen, surprised that Scarlett cared this much about his health.

He mustered the courage and typed back a reply: "I’m fine. Just got back to my room. Thanks for checking in. I hope you’re okay too."

He clicked send and put the phone down.

When he looked over, he saw Amigo stretching his neck as far as it would go, trying to peer over his shoulder to read the text.

Luke shoved the turtle’s face away.

"That’s it. Tomorrow, I am buying you a landline," he said.

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A/N: 50 P.S! Enjoy the extra chap!

GOAL: 50 P.S= 1 Extra chap