Chapter 912 How to...

912 How to...

Michael spent several hours talking to Zeke, slowly forcing his friend to realize that his memories didn't seem to fit some pieces of hard evidence. His Soultrait Symbol was one piece of evidence. Their lives in the Tritan Alliance were another. A third was that Zeke was never given time to talk with his parents. The Supreme Human Alliance said they could talk to their families. After all, they'd joined the Numbers voluntarily. Nobody forced them. It was their own will to support the Supreme Human Alliance.

Evidently, that was nonsense. Michael noticed Zeke disliked him, which was probably a scheme of the Supreme Human Alliance, but he never attacked Michael. Michael retracted his heavy presence at some point. Zeke could have taken advantage of that and attacked him. Yet, Zeke did none of that. He sat there, listening to Michael, who continued bombarding him with questions.

"You were born in the Tritan Alliance, a backwater galaxy, so how did the Supreme Human Alliance find you?"

"How did they notice you in the first place?"

"Who were you friends with before you joined the Supreme Human Alliance?"

"Don't you have Quinn Karta? What happened to his betrayal? Will you accept his betrayal just like that and become one of them as well?"

"Remember the traitor organizations and what they've done to you."

"What did the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs do to you to deserve your hatred? Can you describe five incidents you had with the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs? Go into detail."

"Did they allow you to chat with Lincoln or the others? Why not? Don't you think they separated you from the rest intentionally?"

'Do I have to let him go like that?' Michael wondered.

He didn't feel excellent about letting Zeke return to the Numbers if other Numbers in Claerus were left in the first place. Michael had just reunited with one of his friends. He'd merely discovered what happened to his friends, which conditions had been inflicted on them, and what he could potentially do to rescue them shortly.

Leaving his comrade to the Supreme Human Alliance...again...wasn't something Michael desired to happen.

But that was necessary, or was it not?

"Keeping him unconscious works...right?" Michael stared at his unconscious comrade and studied him intently. The Blood Incursion, or whatever it did to his friend, never reacted when Zeke was unconscious. The self-destruction process stopped when he lost consciousness. Maybe Michael could make use of that.

He nodded slowly and released a significant amount of his accumulated advanced healing serum to put Zeke into a coma. For a moment, he thought the Blood Incursion would respond to the thick liquid membrane shrouding Zeke, but that wasn't the case.

"That's good... I can nourish your soul and prepare it for cutting out a good portion of it later...That will probably be necessary."

Michael was not satisfied with his findings, but it was good that keeping Zeke unconscious should work out just fine. That solved many possible future problems. But, of course, it didn't solve everything.

Michael still had a long way before him.