Healing System

"Clean it up," Michael spoke in an assertive tone, directing the order to the four disciples he had found along the way.

They were scrawny and, quite frankly, not very strong. Only one of them was at Tier 2, and that person already had gray hairs growing.

'This sect is hopeless,' he thought, exhaling a sigh as he watched the disciples glare at him with hate. But before they could voice their protests, Michael released his mana outward.

It didn't take long to reel them in, given that his strength was practically twice his mana core rank. By now, he was unsure of the heights he could reach.

But one thing was for certain—his rate of progress would definitely not go unnoticed by some higher powers.

Michael just hoped that when that time truly came, his strength would be much higher than it was now.

Putting those thoughts aside, he spotted a pair of disciples hiding behind a nearby building. With a single step, he appeared before them. "You two, work."

He didn't feel particularly bad about making everyone do his work. After all, he would be the one to win that tournament of theirs.

Alas, he wasn't exactly slacking off either. He was constantly experimenting with different words using his speech core, and for the most part, they all worked.

One such word was Drazhul—his favorite out of the bunch.

It consumed 50% of his second core's mana, but the power it unleashed was incredible.

The meaning behind that word was Destroy, and whenever he spoke it, the object he focused on disintegrated.

Testing it on a living being was not an option for the moment, but he could feel it was powerful enough to deal with at least a Tier 2 opponent.

For now, however, he would hold off on further testing. There was something else he wanted to check out.

Just before they had departed for their tasks, Elder Li had mentioned the existence of a vault somewhere on the sect grounds.

Apparently, it contained items that had not yet been gambled away. It was also the main thing still keeping the sect operational.

He wasn't planning on raiding it. Instead, he saw it as an opportunity to assess what kind of resources the formerly rich sect had to offer.

From what he could gather, there might be elixirs or pills like the ones he had read about in his old world.

Alchemy or something similar. Either way, he wanted to know about the benefits in advance since, after all this was over, he would claim most of them anyway.

Are you going to leave some for the disciples? the system questioned.

'I will bring this sect back to its glory. With that, I'll also ensure their recruitment becomes much stricter,' Michael explained, glancing at a nearby disciple who suddenly tripped over a tree branch.

'Because what the fuck is that? No wonder they're losing money if they're taking just anyone.'

Hmm... I can see that. But you could always take the mantle and train them instead. Maybe some are talented—you never know.

'Really? Do you want me to try?' he asked suddenly, causing the system to fall silent.

You didn't even train your own disciple. How are you going to train someone random you don't even know?

Michael scoffed, already picking his target—the same person who had tripped over the tree branch earlier.

It was just a kid, and from the mana he was exuding, his core was roughly Tier 1—not very high either.

That made him a perfect candidate for a side project, just to see how far Michael could push some random weakling.

Walking up to the kid, he lifted him with mana, earning a shocked expression.

Before the kid could say anything, Michael spoke first.

"Do you want me to help you train? Just for a single day."

The kid froze, a puzzled expression appearing on his face. "H-Huh? Okay?"

'Great. Not so hard to acquire disciples,' Michael nodded to himself.

"What's your name?"

"Kai..." the kid replied in a low voice.

Hmm... an orphan, it seems, the system added.

Michael ignored the commentary. In the end, it didn't really matter.

"Kai, would it be okay if we started training right away? I'm a busy person, after all."

"Okay..." Kai said again. The moment he agreed, Michael picked him up with mana and flew to a nearby training platform.

There were barely any disciples around—only a few noticed their arrival.

Michael paid them no mind. He dropped Kai on the other side of the platform before stating, "Attack me with everything you've got."

Kai hesitated for a moment but soon began dashing toward him.

However, even before the fight began, Michael could tell something was off.

The kid moved like someone without a mana core. His speed was painfully slow.

Nonetheless, Michael decided to give Kai the benefit of the doubt and allowed him to strike.

A fist flew toward Michael's abdomen, and without reinforcing himself or using mana, he took the hit.

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"AHHH!" Kai screamed, clutching his snapped wrist as he fell to the ground.

Michael stared at him speechlessly before letting out a sigh and healing him, snapping the wrist back into place.

As he did, however, he noticed something unusual.

The bone restructuring was different—almost as though it had strengthened. While that was normal to some extent, the speed and density with which it increased for Kai were nearly quadruple the usual rate.

This meant that, as long as his bones were broken and restructured, his durability could increase abnormally—potentially rivaling Michael's in the future.

See? A genius punching bag that can grow endlessly durable. Obviously, don't just go around breaking his bones for the sake of it. Make him go all out and break them himself. Otherwise, the effect would be the opposite of what you're aiming for.

Michael gazed at Kai, who was still lying on the ground, clutching his wrist with a puzzled expression.

'You are right.'