Healing System

A whole week had passed, and during that time, Michael's control over his shields had drastically improved.

That was mostly due to the fact that his entire training consisted of being beaten up, while occasionally sending out an attack of his own.

But obviously, none of his attacks connected, and Mikhail kept bombarding him with all sorts of attacks.

However, it was not all fruitless. After all, his passive regenerative capabilities had grown by leaps and bounds. The number of times his limbs had been cut off was definitely in the triple digits by now.

Added to the fact that he had learned how to concentrate the mana of his shields into certain parts, coupled with his multilayered shields, it was quite a combination.

The concentration made it so a single shield became fortified. If he did it on many shields stacked together, the amount of fortification increased by many folds.

He felt like his combative abilities had increased as well, though he just hadn't had much time to test them since, until a few moments ago, he and Mikhail had been sparring.

Only when there was an hour left before the academy did they stop, giving Michael some time to rest.

Michael was just told to be there—nothing more, nothing less.

However, knowing Amanda, she would most likely give him some diabolical task under the pretense of him being the city's only Saint.

But alas, he was exhausted. The amount of sleep he had gotten during the whole week was laughable. He was starting to think he might not have slept at all but instead only imagined sleeping.

All he could remember was being beaten up.

However, now that his misery had ended, at least for the next hour, he could relax.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Do you want me to come back out? An hour of training doesn't sound too bad.

Michael flinched and rubbed his forehead. 'No... It's alright,' he replied and decided to check his status. He wasn't expecting much of an increase, but nonetheless, it was as good a time as any to check it out.

'Status.'

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Name: Michael

Age: 14 years old

Race: Human

Affinity: Light [Supreme]

Mana Purity: 200%->204%

Mana Core: Flow

Mana Core Rank: Tier 2

-:- 4% Progress to next Tier -:-

Seraphim Progress: 1/7

-Titles:

* Ruthless Combatant

# Raise all your stats by 1 Minor Rank when facing enemies at least 1 tier above you

* Being of Light

# Increase the effectiveness of your Light affinity-based spells by 25%

* ???

-Stats

HP: 100/100% / Regen 5% HP Per Hour

MP: 100/100% / Regen 10% MP Per Hour

STR: Tier 2 [F] (100) {Total = 828} -> Tier 2 [F] (129) {Total = 857}

END: Tier 2 [F] (100) {Total = 943} -> Tier 2 [D-] (202) {Total = 1045}

AGI: Tier 2 [F] (100) {Total = 920} -> Tier 2 [F] (140) {Total = 960}

INT: Tier 2 [F] (100) {Total = 1100} -> Tier 2 [D-] (238) {Total = 1328}

CHA: Tier 2 [F] (100) {Total = 602}-> Tier 2 [F] (105) {Total = 607}

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Skills / [Skill Merging] / [Skill Sacrifice]

Passive Skills: Herald of Light [Advanced] [Passive] ; Mirage of Light [Intermediate] [Passive] ;

Physical Enhancement [Intermediate] [Passive] ;

Eyes of The Healer [Intermediate] [Passive]

; Hand-to-hand combat [Beginner] [Passive] ; Shooting mastery [Beginner] [Passive] ;

Discipline [Basic] [Passive] ; Heat Resistance [Basic] [Passive] ; Cold Resistance [Basic] [Passive] ;

Active Skills: Sanctuary [Superior] [Active] ;

Heavenly Judgement [Advanced] [Active] ;

Purify [Intermediate] [Active] ;

Aegis of Light [Intermediate] [Active] ; Piercing Light [Intermediate] [Active] ;

Sword of Light [Beginner] [Active]

;

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'Nice little upgrades,' Michael nodded in satisfaction. His

END

and

INT

stats had risen quite a lot, while

CHA

was nearly identical to what it had been a week ago.

He felt quite salty about it, but it wasn't like he could do anything. After all, he didn't want to chase the affection of many women; he wasn't that kind of guy.

But even then, an increase of only 5 total

CHA

stats felt a bit odd.

'System, are you doing this?' He asked with suspicion.

Of course not. I can't change your stats as I please. The only thing I would be able to do is to combine or sacrifice a skill, which, without your permission or certain circumstances, I would not do.

'Hmm...' Michael was still a bit suspicious, but he let it go nonetheless. He felt like his

CHA

stat was a bit inaccurate.

A bit self-centered, aren't you?

He ignored the system's teasing and made himself a new pair of clothes.

No matter what clothes other people gave him, his mana-created ones were still the best.

Michael thought it might be interesting to work on a suit of armor for himself in the future, though for now, he could continue relying on his shields.

His healing skill had not shown any progress, sadly. No matter what he tried, he still couldn't figure out how to get the perfect heal.

He sat around, contemplating different ideas until it was finally time to head to the academy.

His clothes looked decent, and he did not look dirty either. It seemed his clothing had a function of removing any excess dirt or stains, for that matter.

It was a pity they couldn't also repair themselves; it would save him a bit of time. Maybe in the future, he could figure something out, though.

Michael decided to wrap up his rest, summon a sword of light, and fly straight to the academy at a speed that seemed a lot faster than usual.

Normally, he kept his flying speed a bit slow since he still had trouble controlling it. But now, he could go much faster with the same amount of control.

He finally arrived and noticed that only a few people were gathered—those from his class, more specifically.

Lena was sitting on a bench by the side, talking to a few classmates, while Chloe, Kevin, and Elizabeth were discussing something among themselves.

Michael immediately moved in their direction. They were basically the only people he somewhat talked to.

There was Liam as well, but he wasn't very talkative. The reason they were acquainted in the first place was because Michael had saved his mother in the slums.

As he got closer to the three of them, he overheard something about some kind of tournament. He was definitely not late, so how had he not heard about it?

"Oh, Michael, I was wondering where you went" Kevin noticed him and said with a faint smile.

'Sure you were..' Michael simply nodded at him and glanced at Elizabeth, who, as always, was glaring at him.

And then finally, Chloe, who by now no longer avoided eye contact with him since he had already managed to remove the curse the vampire had placed on him.

The two of them exchanged nods of mutual understanding. Michael was obviously not going to point out the fact that she was a vampire in front of the whole class.

...Or what was left of it, anyway. He could count eight people, including himself. The rest were gone—most likely dead.

Michael sighed and glanced toward the academy entrance. It seemed like whatever he had come for was finally starting.

There was a small podium, and on top of it stood Amanda, wearing oddly luxurious and fancy clothes.

She took a glance around at his classmates, pausing for a bit longer when her gaze reached his. Nonetheless, she did not act out.

Instead, she cleared her throat and began speaking.

"You might already be aware of why we all gathered today. If not, then let me remind you," Amanda paused while shooting a glance at Michael.

"A tournament between the academies is scheduled to happen in a few days. Regardless of circumstances, we have to attend. That is why I need five candidates."

She once again glanced around the entire class and continued, "Which of you would like to participate?"