Chapter 853 Michael, the Medic

Chapter 853 Michael, the Medic

"I was busy getting rid of some pesky traitors," Michael responded with a smile, "I knew you would be able to handle this."

He pointed at the High Awakened, struggling to get up from the ground. The High Awakened groaned, his eyes bloodshed. Tears of rage and anger trickled down his cheeks, and foam oozed from his mouth.

"Was he like that earlier as well?" Michael asked. Frederik shook his head, but he looked uncertain.

'Better get rid of this guy before he can do something stupid then.' He shrugged inwardly, ignoring the energy building up in the High Awakened's stomach.

Instead, Michael focused on his attack. A golden blade manifested in his hand vanished in a blur a moment later. The next thing Frederik could see was a red line covering the High Awakened's neck and his head sliding down. The head landed on the ground with a thud, and a fountain of blood gushed out of his headless neck. The High Awakened's body collapsed to the ground, wiggling for a few seconds before it stopped forever.

Frederik swallowed hard.

'I couldn't see anything! It hasn't been that long since he ascended to a Higher Lifeform, but why does it feel like he has grown even stronger since then?!'

It was obvious that Michael grew stronger. The slightest increase in a War Rune's refinement degree as a Higher Lifeform was equivalent to a massive improvement as a Lesser Lifeform. Still, Frederik could tell that Michael had changed much more than a simple refinement of his War Rune.

'How can he continue to grow stronger this fast? That's not fair!' Frederik exclaimed inwardly in an outburst, only to shake his head. 'Michael works harder than anyone. I should know that better than most.

His territory is crazy, and I haven't seen Michael taking a break in forever. He is either somewhere fighting with his life on the line or grasping golden opportunities others wouldn't dare to. The golden opportunities were spiked with dangers potent enough to kill the strongest of their kind, yet Frederik was certain that Michael would grasp them.

Michael never avoided danger. He embraced it to grow stronger.

Even though Michael could see the trains of thought flashing through Frederik's eyes, he didn't say anything. He patted Frederik's back and smiled proudly at him.

'Maybe Enhancement would work out best to ensure that patients on the verge of death – like these Berserkers - can be saved from even more grievous injuries. Enhancement improved the healing serum of River of Vigor without increasing the serum's potency. An increase in potency would be troublesome. An efficiency, on the other hand, would save countless lives.'

Still trying to figure out how to acquire the most suitable way to utilize River of Vigor on others without accidentally killing his patients. It would be a lot worse to tear his patients apart while trying to heal them.

'That would be a deadly healing.' Michael frowned deeply. He certainly didn't want to kill his patients. If anything, Michael wanted to rescue everyone!

Michael closed his eyes and used River of Vigor actively now that the Berserkers were stabilized.

The moment River of Vigor was activated, Michael's energy was drained rapidly. He was stunned to see how much energy was drained but smiled when the Berserkers improved even faster. The healing serum was utilized up swiftly, which allowed Michael to stop using River of Vigor after a while.

The Berserkers got up as the healing serum dispersed. They inspected their bodies and channeled energy through them, only to note that their energy paths and lifeforce were stronger than before. They were ready to jump back into battle, their fighting spirit skyrocketing.

"You will feel more energetic for a while, but that effect won't endure forever. Your energy paths are temporarily enhanced as well. Remember that this is temporary," Michael reminded the Berserkers with a smile. Their eyes lingered on him, a flash of reverence and astonishment filling them.

"You saved us," They uttered in unison before their focus turned to Frederik.

"You as well. Thank you. We survived thanks to you," One of them said, his words filling Frederik's soul with something he hadn't felt for a while.

Pride.

He was proud of himself.

'I did it!' Frederik clutched his hands into tight fists.

'I can do it!'