Publishedat 16th of September 2019 10:15:16 PMChapter 73
"Why did he join the G.o.dfather Organization?! And how is he already a Sub-Executive?!" The thought flashed into Micheal"s mind as he tried to reconcile himself with s.h.i.+n"s exploits, a slight sense of loss filling him .
Micheal had the full advantage of future knowledge to boost his powers . s.h.i.+n knew a little thanks to the information Micheal had tossed at him before they were Chosen, but he wasn"t in nearly as optimal a spot as Micheal .
Even more than that…
"I told you to remain low-key, s.h.i.+n! How is this low-key?!" He wanted to strangle his best friend for a split second . It felt like he had done the exact opposite of what Micheal wanted .
"And he uses a gun now?" Many questions filled him as he tried to understand what all had happened . s.h.i.+n"s future seemed to have drastically changed, and Micheal was unsure if that was a good or a bad thing yet .
After all of these thoughts ran through Micheal"s mind, he abruptly spurted into action .
s.h.i.+n was injured, and heavily injured by the sounds of it . There was no mention of Sophia, but it was possible they hadn"t met up yet . He would figure it all out after he made contact with s.h.i.+n first .
Micheal moved back into the stairwell and began to quickly travel back down the stairs . Despite the feelings of panic that struck him at the thought of his long-time ally of a decade being badly injured, he maintained a steady pace, keeping up with his disguise .
Even if he could fake looking like a member of the G.o.dfather Organization, there were bound to be some security checks when moving between areas here . This area was highly patrolled, due to the sensitive nature of the various nearby buildings .
He could get away with flying near the lower regions, but traveling up atop the roof was far too likely to see him spotted .
In a short amount of time, Micheal found himself back at the window he had cut open, tracing his steps backwards using his perfect memory .
He slipped out of it and then reset it, gluing the window tightly shut with some of the glue he"d purchased for his small-time information raid back in the territory of the Angels Arcadia .
After everything looked almost exactly as it had when he arrived, he set off, using his Life Orbs to quickly traverse the area .
As he flew, he began to review the mental map he had of the G.o.dfather Organization"s inner territory .
"No… no… no… ah!" After a few seconds, he found what he was searching for .
The "Medical Bay" of the G.o.dfather Organization"s territory .
According to what he"d read, the Medical Bay of the G.o.dfather Organization took up one very wide, but average height, skysc.r.a.per, and then 4, mostly normal neighboring skysc.r.a.pers .
The four neighboring skysc.r.a.pers held the regular or low-level members of the G.o.dfather Organization that might need advanced and specialized treatment . There were millions of members of the G.o.dfather Organization, spread out over a very vast area . The vast majority of people that were injured would be treated in their local Branches . These surrounding buildings were only for special cases .
The last, central building was for "important" personages . People that might be at risk of an attack or needed extra security . This was almost certainly where s.h.i.+n was located .
He jumped from building to building, rapidly traveling till he made it nearly two dozen skysc.r.a.pers over . By this point, the morning light had changed to noon .
Advertis.e.m.e.ntAs he came to a pause on the side of one particular skysc.r.a.per, Micheal studied the sight before him .
Four ordinary skysc.r.a.pers, two of them grey, two of them dark blue, and one very wide skysc.r.a.per that looked to be around 3 times the length of a regular one . All four skysc.r.a.pers were nearly identical in height .
"Hmm…" Micheal studied the scene before him for a few seconds .
He lowered his height, down from the 12th floor of his current skysc.r.a.per all the way to the 8th .
The Medical Bay skysc.r.a.pers were bound to be patrolled and very occupied . Due to the G.o.dfather Organization"s sheer size, there would never be a shortage of injured people . While these facilities were only for the extremely injured or important, there would still likely be thousands of people being treated .
This meant that lower floors would be in use, and there would be guards posted to kill any stray Morenkai that made the unfortunate mistake of climbing up .
"How am I supposed to find him, though?" Micheal frowned as he considered this .
He knew s.h.i.+n was here but… he had no idea what room he was in .
He thought about this for a few more moments before he smiled slightly . He then reached down and tapped on his Spatial Ring, quickly bringing out a smartphone .
He opened up the G.o.dfather Organization"s open forum and quickly made a post on it . He hid his body as he went to work, staying concealed under a ledge to prevent any prying eyes from spotting them .
He then settled in to wait .
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Some amount of time later in one particular room in the Medical Bay…
A pristine, white bed lay at the back of a luxurious private room . Fine pieces of art coated the walls and the two large windows that looked out on the outside world were currently closed off with grey curtains .
The room had a pleasant, vanilla scent to it . Light filtered in through the curtains, giving the room a calm, peaceful appearance .
Lying on the bed in that room was a blond-haired man, resting back in a set of patient gowns, as if he was at a hospital . The man"s right arm appeared normal, but his left arm had an odd, white sock-like attachment, connected to the shoulder where a full arm used to exist .
s.h.i.+n yawned as he stretched on his medical bed, fully waking up . He then reached over and poked at the small sock . His mouth twitched slightly as he felt a weird, touching sensation spread through him . He immediately let go .
"Man . That b.a.s.t.a.r.d really took my arm . " He shook his head ruefully as the painful memory of having his arm sliced off reappeared . Number 6"s surprise attack had truly come as a surprise to him . It was only thanks to Sophia that he was alive at all, so he wasn"t complaining .
Well, actually, he was . He never claimed to be a reasonable person .
"I"ll get you back for that one . " He said the words with a cavalier att.i.tude, but his eyes flashed with deadly promise when he spoke them . His usual cheer returned right after, as if losing an entire arm didn"t bother him .
"Status . " The thought appeared in s.h.i.+n"s mind as he called up his Status screen .
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— - Status — -
Name: s.h.i.+n Hopefell
Points: 48,031
Race: Human
Age: 18
- Stats -
Strength - 29
Endurance - 25
Recovery - 24
Soul - 16
Abilities - (3/7)
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Warping Phaser
Ki Cultivator (Mortal Tier - Middle)
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His current stats were slightly above average for someone at the Middle of the Mortal Tier of Ki Cultivation . With his Warping Phaser Ability boosting his Soul stat, he managed to eke out an advantage there, but his other stats were roughly par for the course . He had yet to complete or even attempt the Dragon Building Liquid method that Sophia shared, opting to wait for Micheal"s help .
In terms of official ranking, he was around the level of a tough C Ranker or maybe a weak B Ranker .
Of course, he never depended on physical combat to win his battles anymore, relying on his Expand Ability and its powerful synergy with a handgun . In terms of true strength, he could easily take down B Rankers and put up a very real challenge when it came to many A Rankers .
"If I had gone into that scene better prepared… but how could I know the friggin" Nightrunner Numbers would show up out of nowhere?!" He talked aloud to himself, rebelling against the unfairness of what had gone down .
After a few more moments, he sighed .
What"s done was done . Perhaps Micheal would know a way to restore his left arm . For now, he would have to depend on his right one . At least he had gotten a huge boost in Points from killing Number 9 . There were several things in the Shop he planned on buying and testing to increase his overall power as soon as he got out of this Medical Bay .
He reached out with his right hand, stretching it . He shook and waved his fingers, feeling the air . Abruptly, he grimaced as he felt his left arm seem to tingle .
It wasn"t actually there, but the nerve endings were still raw . The sock-like attachment, formally known as a Nerve Extender, intensified those feelings further .
After another minute of stretching, he tapped on his Spatial Ring and withdrew his smartphone .
"It"s already noon? Geez . " When he saw the time, he shook his head . He hadn"t realized he"d slept so much .
The events that took place after their battle with the Nightrunner Numbers had been chaotic .
Sophia had miraculously managed to stave off their enemies long enough for the backup he called in to arrive . She fainted almost immediately after the G.o.dfather Organization rallied, suffering from multiple injuries .
In particular, her mind had been incredibly stressed, according to what the doctors shared with s.h.i.+n when he requested it . He had stayed up for several hours worrying over her, even as he received treatment for his severed arm .
s.h.i.+n had been extensively questioned on what he was doing, who Sophia was, why he was being attacked, and more .
Thankfully, he had a slew of answers prepared just for such a situation .
The easiest route to go was to simply tell the truth .
They were meeting up with the Brigadier General of the Old Army Airwing Alliance because they had medicine that could cure his wife and daughter . They did so because they wanted to bring closer ties between their respective organizations and s.h.i.+n wanted a favor .
As for why the Nightrunner Numbers attacked…
He truly had no idea and told them as much .
The G.o.dfather Organization was able to verify his words through a variety of methods . As a result, any suspicion raised towards him dissipated .
And now, several hours later, s.h.i.+n found himself in a bit of a limbo .
"I probably shouldn"t move until they finish treatment . " In his current state, he would be no help to Sophia . It wasn"t like he was a medical genius .
He sighed as he began to sift through the forum, looking for anything interesting . It was one of his favorite hobbies apart from browsing the Holy Shop . He always practiced Ki meditation, but even with the advice Sophia shared with him, he found that his talent for it was middling at best and the process was rather boring .
"How to cook a proper soufflé… Barack Clan attacked newcomers, starting a large-scale battle to the southwest… Seal Transformation Type has unusual synergy with Ice Horn Ability…" He muttered aloud as he scrolled past several posts that didn"t interest him .
He was currently looking in part of the forum specific for casual discussion, the part Micheal had asked him to post in . He regularly created a thread here, every day, to help Michael find him . He hadn"t seen his close friend in more than a month now, though Sophia"s arrival had brought him a great deal of comfort .
"Super, Ultimate, Maximum Warrior Respect Thread - No Gun Nerds Allowed . Huh?" s.h.i.+n froze when he read one particular thread name, his eyes widening .
"Did I make this?" It almost sounded like one of his usual thread posts .
He clicked on it and began to read through it . As he read more and more of it, his eyes grew even wider . A smile appeared on his face as he realized who this post was from and what it actually was .
"Ahahaha!" Quiet laughter burst free from him as he quickly typed in a response to the thread, using his right hand rather awkwardly to get it done . He sent the reply as soon as he finished it, unable to help smiling .
Almost seconds later, he got back a response and a confirmation . His smile widened .
"It"s about d.a.m.n time, Micheal . "
After a few more seconds, he tapped off of the thread and went back to scrolling . He pa.s.sed up several more threads, checking on the contents of a few and reading some comments before backing out .
It would probably take Micheal a significant amount of tim-
"Well, aren"t you a sight, huh?" A confident voice echoed out, coming from the direction of his windows .
s.h.i.+n"s face froze as he whipped his head to the side, his jaw dropping .
For, right in front of him, Micheal was currently climbing through his window while carefully holding a long, black blade . He was dressed in a sharp looking suit and looked almost identical to most regular members of the G.o.dfather Organization .
"Wh- Micheal?! What?! What?!" s.h.i.+n sputtered, his heart soaring as he stared at Micheal, unable to come up with a better response .
"I told you I was coming . " The brown haired 18-year-old warrior shrugged and grinned back as he saw s.h.i.+n"s reaction .
"It"s been 30 seconds!" s.h.i.+n flopped his floppy arm at him to accentuate his point .
Micheal looked at him .
And then at his floppy arm .
And then back at him .
And then back at the arm .
"Oh, this? I call it my Lefty Wefty . Supposedly it will help preserve any nerve endings and attachments . " s.h.i.+n smiled triumphantly as he flopped his arm vaguely in Micheal"s direction, like a brave, but floppy, warrior .
Micheal looked back up at s.h.i.+n and then hung his head in his hands for the second time today .
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