Healing System-Chapter 329: Freedom, And Companion

There was the same winged and masked individual from earlier—just this time, he was holding a scalpel.

But unlike last time, Michael wasn't on the bed, which made the individual halt.

Even if he couldn't exactly tell the being's expression, from the slight trembling in his hands, Michael could tell the being was surprised.

Michael tried to speak; however, no voice came out—almost like they had cut his vocal cords.

Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but this situation brought back past trauma.

Especially when he had to live like this for a bit, until he eventually died.

Fuck... snap out of it, Michael tried convincing himself. That happened way too long ago to still be a pussy about it. Just man up... I can always restore everything with my healing. If anything, I'll just cut off my own head and reconstruct my vocal cords.

It was a more unorthodox way of doing things; however, Michael knew the lengths he would go to now that he was no longer a normal human.

Therefore, instead of letting that masked individual continue gawking at him, Michael dashed toward him.

The masked being tried to evade, but sadly, it was way too slow to dodge Michael's incoming hand as it swiftly gripped the being by the neck.

Michael glared at him and began pointing to the wall.

What he was trying to do was make the being open up that door again. However, even after several minutes had passed, the being merely continued flailing around.

Eventually, Michael realized that whatever this thing was had likely been some sort of decoy in order to get Michael to act.

But despite that, Michael wanted to check something out.

Therefore, he brought his hand over the individual's mask and then swiftly tore it off.

To his surprise, not only did the mask come off, but also the individual's face—almost like the mask was glued directly onto the skin.

He felt disgusted; however, one thing was certain—the being was definitely not a human or some sort of angel.

If anything, the inside of its face resembled a demon, and its blood was pure black.

Soon, the being lifelessly fell to the ground, and then, under Michael's gaze, melted into the ground, leaving behind a foul smell.

Michael wanted to puke, but just as he brought his hand that had been holding the mask up to his face, he suddenly saw something interesting.

Even though the mask had no eye holes—or even a little bit of breathing room—

Still, once he brought the mask closer to the wall, it almost seemed like the mask parted away the wall, causing it to crack.

Michael tilted his head and brought the mask closer to the wall. The moment he did, it opened a crack in the wall, which slowly revealed a door.

And of course, Michael didn't hesitate to kick it down.

The moment he did, another unfamiliar sight greeted him.

He was no longer in the white room. Instead, he found himself in a long hallway that had several doors spread across it.

In fact, the room he had just come from was labeled as room number 6.

The room in front of him was labeled number 5, and as he looked to the left, the numbers only increased.

But Michael didn't pay it any mind as he fully stepped out and took a deep breath.

"Fuckers..." Michael muttered, his voice finally back.

I swear, if Irelia was the one responsible, then I'm really going to fucking kill her, Michael thought with a determined look as he approached door number 4 and kicked it down.

Surprisingly, the inside was empty, so he went ahead and kicked door numbers 3, 2, and even 1 down.

But despite that, they were still empty, which caused him to frown.

What's with this bullshit? Michael thought. Kael and Arthur should be here, but there's at least a thousand doors here. No way in hell am I checking each and every single one of them.

Since these people seemed to be rather intricate, he could also assume they had a means of communication as well.

Likely, the person he had just killed had some sort of hourly report, and if they didn't meet it, then the cavalry would arrive.

Still, Michael put his hopes in luck and proceeded toward the sixth door, effectively knocking it down.

And to his surprise, there was actually someone inside.

It was some red-haired woman. However, her hair was incredibly long—to the point where it could probably encompass the entire room she was in.

"Yo?" Michael called out with a tilt of his head, getting her attention. "I'm not sure who you are, but if you want, you can get out of here now."

She seemed startled—more so by the fact that she heard a voice rather than the fact he was offering her freedom.

But despite that, she stood up from the ground, her legs trembling.

She slowly walked toward him, her purple eyes shining with determination as she stepped through the door.

Immediately, the woman took a deep breath and plopped down onto the ground, bursting into tears.

"Hick... It's been so long..." she muttered. "I've been in there for the last 28 years... those creepy bastards did experiments on me..."

The moment she finished those words, Michael took a look at her back.

From her tailbone, he could see some sort of scale-like tail growing, and from her back, a small pair of angel wings.

They were a slightly golden color, which likely meant they had a smudge of Seraphim DNA.

Nonetheless, he extended his palm, revealing a pair of golden scissors he had created.

"Here. I'm not sure whether you're going to kill yourself with them or not, but I'd prefer it if you just cut your hair, yeah?" Michael said, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

But that seemed to have the opposite effect, as she drooped—her head looking toward the ground.

"I... even if I hate my current circumstances... I would never kill myself," she said, taking the scissors and swiftly cutting off her hair at the waist level.

It seemed like she had grown fond of long hair, but obviously, the length of her hair just a few moments ago was a little bit abnormal.

But this? Waist-length hair? It actually suited her.

And now, she actually looked like a beautiful woman—of course, if he ignored all the dried blood on her face and body.

Nonetheless, now that she fixed herself up, Michael suddenly placed a hand over her head, startling her.

But his intentions were pure, so in the next moment, he simply used his mana to purify her body, get rid of all the extremities, and of course, clean her in the process.

It felt like a smooth breeze, and she even let out a soft moan.

Yet it was soon over as he extended his hand for real this time.

"My name's Michael. What's yours?"

She looked him up and down, accepted his hand, and then surprisingly gave him a hug.

"Nyra... thank you, Michael. I could've never escaped without your help," she replied softly, tightening her hug.

Despite his surprise, he understood that she needed someone to vent to, so he simply embraced her back and gently patted her head.

"Now now... I'm sure you've been through a lot, but we need to move, Nyra," Michael said, earning a nod from her in response.

"Sorry... yeah, let's go. I want to deal with those extremist fuckers personally..." Nyra muttered with a glare, and with that, the two proceeded forward.

There was still the problem of finding Arthur and Kael, but if he could find another one of those weird beings, then his problems would be solved.

Or rather, someone a bit smarter than them.

And just as he had that thought, in the distance, he noticed the silhouette of a similar being—yet its mask was different.

Instead of the white mask, it was pure black, and the moment it noticed Michael, it froze, then turned around to run.

Aha... I guess I got one.