Chapter 18: Saint

One of the tanks walked up to Michael "That was amazing! I didn't know healers could completely negate damage."Michael was currently dealing with a bombardment of questions and praises, he was not used to stuff like this.

Back in the military, all he got was a simple 'Good job' and it felt like enough for him.

Now though, he couldn't hide a smile that crept onto his face.

-Ring

'Seriously?' Michael's eyes showed clear annoyance, the others also realized what the call meant and gave him their condolences, before leaving to clean up the mess.

"Hello?" Michael asked in an irritated tone.

"Hello Michael, you have been chosen for the Saint position, please head to the government headquarters as soon as you can" And with that, the call ended.

'The fuck is a Saint?'

From what I gathered, it's a placeholder position, however...

'Spit it out already I don't have all day' Michael impatiently said.

You do have all day.. but besides that, you can use the position to extort the government, since they would hold you in very high regard.

Michael let out a small chuckle 'Extort the government? You sure have changed.'

I am serious, they will try to use you and monitor you, use that to your advantage and get something out of them.

Michael nodded and walked back to his car, and without needing to say anything to the driver, sped off.

'I will keep your advice in mind.'

-Ring

The phone rang out once again, Michael picked up and didn't even bother saying anything, he was tired of the constant calling.

"Hey Michael, did the government call you yet?" Gareth's voice rang out.

"Yup, I am driving there right now, they offered me the Saint's position"

Gareth's shocked voice rang out through the phone "You have been chosen!? Already? Listen..they have ulterior motives, for your own sake, be careful."

"Sure sure" Michael replied absentmindedly, he already knew what needed to be known.

They chatted about work a little bit after that, it seemed ever since Michael's 'promotion' Gareth had a lot of work to deal with.

It was mostly related to the other Healers, the police force did not have many, that is why they usually cooperated with one of the city hospitals, which were always packed full of healers.

The drive was a little longer than usual, Michael saw the modern buildings from before switching to expensive mansions and all sorts of facilities.

They all had something in common however, it was all made for the awakened.

Weapons, armor, and even some kind of accessory shops were present.

And the all the equipment looked unordinary, clearly made with some type of skill.

There were hovercraft flying around everywhere, carrying out boxes from the shops, possibly some kind of expensive delivery service.

However Michael didn't care for that at the moment, as he was planning out what to ask from the government.

He finally arrived in front of a massive building, the size towering up into the clouds.

It looked extremely intricate as if every single piece was made entirely by hand. Though if this was really government headquarters, then it wouldn't be that surprising.

Walking up a small flight of stairs, Michael arrived in front of a huge black door, it seemed there were no handles or anything of the sort attached.

In the next moment however, a green light descended from above and enveloped Michael, though as quickly as it came, it disappeared.

It slightly startled Michael, it felt as though he was being watched by thousands of eyes. Though he knew that was likely not the case here.

Some kind of recognition magic combined with technology, pretty impressive.

The system explained to Michael, and suddenly the black door disappeared, replacing it was an elevator.

'What an odd choice to place an elevator at the very entrance' Michael thought as he walked inside it.

As he turned around he noticed there weren't any buttons to press, he was just completely isolated in the elevator, with the entrance already having closed.

The whole elevator was made out of some kind of see through material, similar to glass but not quite the same texture.

Michael looked around but couldn't see anything, for a moment he even thought the elevator had malfunctioned.

Though the darkness didn't last for long, as he suddenly felt like he was moving, the sight making his eyes widen.

All around him were a bunch of offices, stretching out for as far as the eyes could see.

People were stationed in each one and every one he could see, some of them even looked straight at him.

Suddenly the view changed again.

'Is that a fucking city?' Michael exclaimed upon the sight.

One moment he was in an office like space, the next, he was overlooking some kind of medieval city.

Though what caught his attention were the people, walking around like nothing strange was happening, as if Michael was not in the sky overlooking them.

He once again changed locations, this time he was in an ocean, a monster covering his entire view.

It looked like a giant octopus. Though it seemed that it took notice of Michael as it suddenly raised one of its tentacles and swiped at him with ridiculous speed.

Michael flinched and braced for impact, however it never came.

Looking around, he found himself back in a dark space, similar to the one he was in when he had just entered the elevator.

'What the fuck was that about?'

No clue, the only thing I am aware of though is that spatial magic was used to transport you, as for the other things? No clue.

Even the system didn't understand. It seemed whatever technology the government had, was many decades ahead of the rest of the city.

While on one of his emergency requests, he had to go up into some sort of an expensive looking apartment complex, it was fairly spacious, mostly everything in this city was.

Though nothing of what he saw there even comes close to what he had just witnessed.

'Magic and technology huh' Michael thought to himself. He found this whole situation ridiculous yet very interesting at the same time.

He knew the government was just trying to show a few of their cards to him, however he couldn't help but feel impressed by what he saw.

After a couple minutes of waiting, the elevator door finally opened, a spacious hall in front of him.

Some kind of woman approached him and without saying anything, handed him a note, before walking right off.

'All maids are indeed the same' Michael couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The note only had a few things written on it, and they were the number of a room which Michael guessed he had to go to.

He walked along the hall until he finally arrived in front of a room numbered 101. He knocked a few times on the door and opened it.

What greeted his sight were 12 people sitting together in front of a round table. Their ages and sizes varying.

Some were fairly young, while others unironically looked to be on their death bed.

Though Michael knew better than to make fun of anyone present here, they were one of the most important people on this continent.

There were many cities, though only a few as technologically advanced as Vivum, making it the most valuable amongst its peers. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A woman suddenly stood up, green hair flowing down to her waist. She looked to be the youngest of them all, however Michael noticed something interesting.

'She is an elf' He concluded as he glanced at her long pointy ears.

"Hello Michael" She said with a soft smile.

Michael stared back into her Emerald colored eyes, she was beautiful, tops the list of any woman he had seen so far.

"Glad to be invited" Michael expressed in a confident tone. If he was going to extort them, he must not look like a pushover.

The woman slightly chuckled "It's great you are not nervous, we are not here to harm you after all."

"So why am I here, is it to simply to accept the Saint position?" Michael asked, trying to probe their intentions.

Though the woman was a little more straightforward than he had expected "Yes, don't think too deeply of it, all Saint candidates go through something like this."

Though the word 'candidates' resounded in his mind "So is there some kind of test I have to pass?"

The woman once again chuckled, finding Michael's way of talking amusing "Yes, you just have to demonstrate some of your skills, nothing more than that."

"Why?" Michael tilted his head with a small tinge of confusion. He thought he would be just some sort of figurehead anyway.

"We need someone who can make it seem as though a miracle is happening, the reason why you are here was because some skills you showed fit our needs" She replied, lacking a bit of emotion in her voice.

"So do you just want me to cast my skills on you or what?"

"Not on me, cast it on him" She pointed to a buff bald man, he looked as bulky as some of the bodybuilders from his old world.

Though he didn't know how to explain better to them, so he just cast Shield on him.

"I cast one of my skills, you can hit him and a portion of the damage will be negated" Michael explained to the people around the table.

The woman stood up and waved her hand in the air, suddenly the bald man next to Michael was sent flying straight into a wall.

'What just happened?' He couldn't follow that attack at all.

She then walked around the table and picked up the now passed out man, her eyes slightly widened in surprise.

The force she used was enough to put a hole through the man's abdomen, however, the only thing she saw was a single small bruise.

"A portion you said? It completely negated my attack!" She exclaimed in an excited tone.

"Hey, what else can you do?"

Michael looked around the room and focused on a single old man who looked the frailest of them all, his eyes unfocused. Though just like the rest of the people here, his numerical HP was invisible.

Michael was still able to spot something right below the old man's HP, it was a blueish green symbol, and if he were to guess, it meant poison.

Michael walked up to the old man and stared at him for a moment, before casting Purify.

A blue box appeared but he quickly got rid of it with his mind, staring down at the old man.

The woman walked up behind Michael and stared at him, sporting a confused expression.

However, that only lasted for a moment as the old man glanced up at Michael and spoke "Boy..what did you do?"

All of a sudden Michael could hear the chairs squeaking as everyone in the room immediately stood up, their expressions filled with shock.

The most affected of them all was the woman right next to Michael, as she reached out with her shaking hand and grabbed a hold of the old man's face.

"F-father?" She spoke, her voice trembling.

"Amanda.." At his words, she immediately hugged him and started bawling her eyes out.

Michael just stood there, unsure of what to say or do, though he didn't have to wait long to find out.

One of the people from the round table came up to him and told him to wait outside for a moment.

Michael simply nodded, he didn't exactly want to ruin a family reunion.

Walking out of the room he sat down and got comfortable, trying to hide the smile that was creeping up on his face.

He was now given the perfect card to play in order to ask for anything he could ever want.

Obviously, he wasn't planning on asking for something unreasonable, just something that would make his life a little easier.

You seem happy.

Michael slightly chuckled 'Of course..'

'After all..I am about to extort the most powerful people on the continent.'