Reborn: Apocalypse - Volume 2

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.

As 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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