Healing System

Chapter 15: Police

Michael was currently running around the slums, he doesn't even remember how many laps it has been.

[+1 AGI]

The blue hologram finally made him stop, his face clearly showing signs of fatigue.

That only took 90 laps around the city, not too bad.

Michael scoffed at that comment 'Yeah right, I can barely feel my legs.'

He had been doing this for the last 2 years, running around improving his agility.

He was going to join the police force a year ago, however it seemed no healer wanted to be sent down to the slums.

Ever since a year and a half ago, people stopped coming to his little church, he would usually see 2 people at most per week.

It seemed due to his presence, the people's health had recovered to the point where the only people who came to the church, were those with a bruise or a cut.

It was pretty insignificant and the money he earned from donations was not that much, he found out the academy entrance fee was 30.000 dollars, and he was 10.000 short.

Michael was not too worried though, he still had at least half a year until the academy officially started, and by then he would have enough, hopefully.

Michael wiped off the sweat from his forehead and stretched, before going back to his church and sitting down on his new comfortable sofa.

One of the people donated it, he didn't expect it to be so comfy though.

'Status'

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Name: Michael

Age: 11 years old

Race: Human

Class: Healer [Common]

Level 35 [500/35000 EXP]

Titles:

Ruthless Combatant

# Raise all your damage by 10% when facing enemies at least 30 levels above you

-Stats

HP: 1310/1310 [+50] / Regen 145 HP Per Hour

MP: 2230/2230 [+50] / Regen 260 MP Per Hour

STR: 66 -> 85

END: 81 -> 145

AGI: 61 -> 225

INT: 227 -> 260 [+10]

CHA: 27 -> 40

-Skills / [Skill Merging]

[Eyes of The Healer] [Level MAX] [Unique] [Passive]

# See the HP, ailments, illnesses, curses, and any kind of mind magic of those in your field of vision.

Hand to hand combat [Level 5 971/2500 EXP] [Common] [Passive]

# Increases STR by 5% when fighting using only your hands

Discipline [Level 10 50/5000 EXP] [Uncommon] [Passive]

# Mental magic has a 10% reduced effect on you

Shooting mastery [Level 6 0/3000 EXP] [Uncommon] [Passive]

# Any kind of projectile has a 6% increase in velocity

Greater Heal [Level 25 MAX] [Uncommon] [Active]

# Heal your target / Restore 600->3000 HP

Cost: 20 MP

Purify [Level 35 1000/17500 EXP] [Epic] [Active]

# Purify everyone and everything around you, curing all diseases and illnesses

Cost: 30MP

Radius: 85 Meters

Shield [Level 8 0/4000 EXP] [Uncommon] [Active]

# Cast an invisible shield around the target's body. Absorb 4000 HP worth of damage

Cost: 400 MP

Infuse [Level 10 MAX] [Common] [Active]

# Increase target's HP by 100

Cost: 25MP

Duration: 1 Hour

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Leveling up to 30 netted Michael the Infuse skill, it was Common and compared to others, not that great.

The system told him his class could acquire support skills, and the skill he got was one of them.

Besides that, his level increased by quite a lot, his skills have also seen a pretty massive increase, it took him a long time to level Greater Heal up to 25, however in the end, it was all worth it, as it now healed 3000 HP

Which quite frankly, was a massive amount.

After Michael got more used to his Unique skill Eyes of the Healer, he was able to see the numerical amounts of HP of other people.

For those in the slums it ranged anywhere from 120 HP all the way up to 700 HP, so to say his heals were a bit overpowered was an understatement.

His Shield skill increased the HP absorbed by 500 per level, at level 8 he was able to absorb 4000 HP worth of damage, however the mana costs became quite big, many times higher than his other skills.

His HP and MP ratios readjusted as well, it seemed every 10 levels the ratio would go up by 1, his current stats were quite impressive for his level.

Your stats are in the high level 40's range, if you were to fight that monster from before again, his illusion wouldn't even work on you anymore.

'That's good to hear, am I finally ready for dungeons?' Michael wondered and made some food for himself, he was planning on finally leaving this place.

You could, but I recommend doing so with a party, you never know what could happen.

'That's true' Michael agreed with the system. He was not arrogant enough to believe he could do the job of a full party by himself.

Michael went into his room and put the money he had gathered in a bag, he was going to create a bank account.

And to do that he will finally join the police force, even if only temporarily.

The slums have come a long way, in the 2 years since he got here, the water quality improved, the food improved, and basically everything went through a drastic change.

He finally packed all 20.000 dollars into a bag and walked out of the church, locking it behind him.

Michael walked to the city center, where Alfred was now acting as the mayor. After tidying up his appearance, he looked quite reliable.

He stepped into a fancy building and went up the stairs, arriving before a door and flinging it open, not minding his manners.

In the room was Alfred, sitting behind a stack of papers, ever since assuming the role of mayor, he started taking things very seriously.

He noticed Michael and looked at him for a little while, his eyes showing understanding. He clenched his fists "Is it time?"

Michael had already informed Alfred a whole year ago that he would be leaving. Therefore no shock was evident on his face, only understanding.

Michael walked up to the desk and placed the key to the church on top of it "That is right, farewell Alfred."

He had grown attached to these people, that's why over the years he made sure to place a Shield on every single one of them.

Alfred's small smile looked a bit sad "I see.. thank you for all that you have done for us."

Michael waved and turned around, walking out of the building and back to the stairs leading up to the upper city.

He didn't want to make this goodbye more emotional than it should be, he has done everything he could for the people of the slums, the rest they can manage by themselves.

He walked out of the subway and entered the streets, sunlight hitting his eyes like a sharp dagger.

He rarely went out into the city, his eyes had become a little unaccustomed to the sun.

Michael looked a bit odd to the bystanders, after all, he was holding a massive bag with 20.000 dollars inside.

His current plan was to join the police force, and if he could get them to pay for his entrance cost to the academy, he would be happy.

As Michael walked down the streets, he suddenly heard sirens right behind him.

It seemed the police were here to escort him again.

'I thought it was because of Meph, but maybe not?' He couldn't help but think.

He was driven to the police station and led to the commander's office. It was the same guy as last time, after a bit of back and forth talking a couple of months ago, Michael found out his name was Gareth.

He greeted Michael with a big smile "Welcome, are you finally ready to join us?"

Michael had told him that he would get in contact soon since his duties in the slums were coming to an end.

"Yes, are the terms still the same as before?"

"Of course, we will pay the entrance cost and provide you with a place to stay."

Gareth then glanced at Michael's back, or more specifically, at the bag he was holding.

"What do you have in that bag?"

Michael casually replied "Just some money, can you help me make a bank account and deposit it?"

Gareth sighed "Sure.. since this is the first time, I will deal with the taxes as an employment bonus, so how much money is in there?"

"Not that much, only 20.000 dollars" Michael shrugged.

"Not that much? That is like 4 months of my salary" Gareth looked a bit shocked that a kid so young could earn so much money.

"Was it all from the slums?" He couldn't help but ask.

Michael simply nodded. He wanted to get this done quickly so he could go spend it. It was time for him to buy a gun.

Though as Michael thought that, he immediately face palmed 'Who the fuck is going to sell guns to an 11 year old..'

Keeping up your reputation as a genius I see.

'Shut up' Michael then turned back to Gareth, he needed one more favor. "Sorry if I am asking too much but could you help me buy a gun?"

Nice wording.

Gareth was once again left shocked, a kid wanted to buy a weapon, seriously?

"Sorry but I can't do that, that would be highly against the law, I could even lose my position."

Michael expected something like this, it was too good to be true, he could have just asked Alfred to buy him one, but now would be quite an awkward time to come back.

"Though if you wait until the academy starts, you will be provided with any weapon of your choice."

At those words, Michael's expression slightly lit up. He just had to be patient and he could save 20.000 Dollars, not too bad.

Gareth then continued "Leave the bag here, I will create a bank account under your name and deposit the money, don't worry I won't steal anything." He finished with a chuckle.

"Alright, when should I come back to get the credit card?"

"Don't worry about that, once you go outside you will be escorted to your new place, I will bring everything there myself" Gareth explained.

Michael agreed and chatted a bit more about his responsibilities as a stand by healer, and then left, going to his new home.

The drive was fairly long, taking nearly an hour, however, the longer the ride went on, the more luxurious the housing became.

The car eventually stopped in front of a modern looking house. It was not big by any means, however, it looked really expensive.

Michael did not know on whose authority he was able to live like this, however he didn't question it.

He went inside the house and saw it had a kitchen, 3 bedrooms and 2 toilets, A bit too much for him alone.

Michael got comfortable, made some food and sat on the sofa in the living room.

After a couple of hours, the doorbell rang, and upon opening the door he saw it was Gareth, holding a small handbag.

"Here you are, inside is your credit card and a cell phone, I added an extra 1000 dollars as your allowance, hope you don't mind."

A cell phone, Michael had nearly forgotten about them, and every time he came out to talk to Gareth, he always just walked to the police station or was picked up and driven there.

'But an allowance? Damn, I am actually going to get paid.' Michael chuckled inwardly. It reminded him of his time back in the recovery center, where even after a whole year, he hadn't earned a single cent.

He took the handbag and invited Gareth inside, however he refused as he was technically still on duty.

Before Gareth left, he informed Michael "Keep the cellphone on at all times, it's going to be what we use to contact you, along with that you will also be provided a personal driver."

"I see, thank you Gareth" And with those words, Michael went back to the sofa, preparing to binge watch a few movies.

Don't let your guard down, they are watching you like hawks.

'Who? The police?'

Yes and some other forces, it seems you attracted quite a lot of attention lately.

Michael recast his Shield skill on himself, just to be safe, and resumed watching the movie.

He had a gut feeling work might call him in sooner than expected...