2025-11-05 06:52:47Chapter 19: Benefits
Kael leaned against the cold metal wall outside the imposing chamber, the faint hum of machinery vibrating through the floor beneath his feet. He had been waiting for nearly an hour, a single minute stretching into a lifetime, the silence beyond the thick door pressing against his eardrums like liquid lead. He glanced at the golden nameplate affixed to the door, reading it again and again, almost expecting the letters to change, to give him some clue as to what was happening inside. ‘I am a bit curious,’ Kael murmured, voice barely above a whisper, his breath fogging in the sterile air. ‘Why did they react like that when all I did was cure some sort of ailment? Can’t the other healers do that?’ The System’s voice resonated softly in his mind, precise, clinical, yet with a hint of amusement. Your Purify skill cures all diseases and ailments, without exception. The closest others can achieve is a partial cure, or at bes
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Chapter 19: Benefits Kael leaned against the cold metal wall outside the imposing chamber, the faint hum of machinery vibrating through the floor beneath his feet. He had been waiting for nearly an hour, a single minute stretching into a lifetime, the silence beyond the thick door pressing against his eardrums like liquid lead. He glanced at the golden nameplate affixed to the door, reading it again and again, almost expecting the letters to change, to give him some clue as to what was happening inside. ‘I am a bit curious,’ Kael murmured, voice barely above a whisper, his breath fogging in the sterile air. ‘Why did they react like that when all I did was cure some sort of ailment? Can’t the other healers do that?’ The System’s voice resonated softly in his mind, precise, clinical, yet with a hint of amusement. Your Purify skill cures all diseases and ailments, without exception. The closest others can achieve is a partial cure, or at bes
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Chapter 18: SaintThe battlefield stank of ozone and burnt mana. Smoke curled lazily through the air, the aftermath of a hundred clashing skills.One of the armored tanks jogged up to Kael, his massive boots crunching debris. “That was insane! I didn’t know healers could just… erase damage like that!”Kael blinked. The man’s awe felt foreign to him. Compliments were something he’d never learned to digest properly.In the military, all he ever got was a cold nod and a curt good job. That used to be enough. Efficiency had been his only love back then.Now, surrounded by teammates whose grins were almost worshipful, Kael felt something unfamiliar tug at his lips — a smile. Small. Reluctant. Real.Then his communicator rang.A flat, piercing tone.His expression instantly curdled. “Seriously?”Everyone else saw his irritation and winced with sympathy. They knew what that ring meant.“Good luck, man
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Chapter 17: Dungeon Collapse“Is this report true?”“Yes,” Gareth said, posture rigid, tone ironed flat. The man looked like he’d swallowed a steel rod and decided to digest it out of duty. His eyes didn’t move, not even when the elders started murmuring among themselves, whispering as if they feared the walls might be listening.The room was one of those administrative tombs: high ceiling, sterile light, a crucifix of bureaucracy on every desk. Vivum City’s Justice Committee sat like statues in their chairs, eyes flicking from screen to screen, each image showing the same impossible thing — Kael, alive, dust-covered, and leading survivors out of a collapsed building as if the world had politely waited for him to be done.“After the explosion,” Gareth continued, “Kael emerged with all the hostages intact. Only one casualty — the bomber himself.”The elders didn’t blink. It was rare to impress people whose souls had been replaced by protocol, but even they weren’t immune to miracles.O
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Chapter 16: EmergencyThe phone sang like a guillotine bell.A single shrill ring, slicing through Kael’s half-hearted peace.“Seriously?” he muttered, glaring at the glowing screen like it had personally declared war on his downtime.He’d barely owned the damn phone for two hours. Two. Hours. And already, the universe—or more specifically, the System’s endless appetite for drama—decided to drag him back to work.Kael groaned, paused the movie streaming across his holographic projector, and thumbed the call open.“Yeah?”“There’s an emergency. We need your healing immediately.”The voice was female, clipped, the kind that had long since stopped saying “please.”Kael blinked, then frowned. “Okay… where?”“A driver should already be waiting. Step outside.”Click.No goodbye. No “thank you, chosen healer of fate.” Just the cold efficiency of authority too used to being obeyed.“Well, fuck you too,” Kael muttered, dragging himself out of his chair. He threw on a coat, snagged his boots, a
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Chapter 15: PoliceKael was running again.Not jogging. Not training.Running like the earth itself was mocking his lungs for daring to breathe. The slums of BB City were nothing but a blur of rust, sweat, and the ghostly shimmer of holographic graffiti flickering between languages no one spoke anymore. His boots slammed the pavement in a rhythm that felt less like exercise and more like a punishment carved into muscle memory.A faint blue hologram blinked beside him.[+1 AGI]It hovered there like an annoying angel who refused to clap when he broke his own record. Kael slowed, stumbling to a halt, bent double with his hands on his knees. His breath sawed through his chest, lungs dragging air like broken machinery.The System’s voice dripped with smug amusement.“That only took ninety laps around the city. Not too bad.”Kael snorted, voice hoarse and sharp. “Yeah, right. I can barely feel my fucking legs.”
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Chapter 14: Awakened IDA few weeks had crawled by since Kael hit Level 22 and buried himself in the filth and faith of the slums. The air down here always smelled like rusted prayers and damp stone, yet somehow, he’d made it home.Every day felt the same: he woke to the sound of dripping roofs, ate what could barely be called breakfast, opened the cracked doors of the church, healed whoever stumbled in bleeding or broken, blessed the ones too far gone to be saved, then closed up again when the night rats started singing. Rinse, repeat, suffer, survive.There wasn’t anywhere else to go. The moment he’d tried to walk outside the church, every gaze turned sharp, suspicious, reverent, or hungry. People didn’t just look at him; they watched him, like he was some holy artifact that might explode.So he stayed.He made himself a chair—a miserable little throne of scrap wood—and placed it beside the Statue of Gabriel that towered in the center o
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