Healing System

"What do you mean?" Michael narrowed his eyes. "Aren't they the protector of heaven?"

"They were," Xylo replied. "Now, they are nothing but merciless husks of their former selves, going around and destroying worlds on a whim."

"I'm finding that very hard to believe. They are beings at the top of the food chain. Why would they suddenly go rogue?" Michael asked.

"No one is certain, but heaven was pretty vocal about it," Xylo said. "They talked about bounties on the Seraphims' heads and whatnot. No one really paid much attention to those pigeons since only the top brass of the eldritch beings can even go head-to-head with the Seraphim."

"I see... that doesn't sound very favorable. Do they just go around destroying everything then? Why haven't I seen them?" Michael questioned, taking a bite out of yet another dish.

"No one can predict when a Seraphim will emerge. Frankly, destruction has become less common. The last time they destroyed a galaxy was two centuries ago. Prior to that, they were destroying a galaxy each decade," Xylo continued. "There are rumors going around that someone had killed them off, but it's very unlikely. After all, they are immortal."

So how is a bounty supposed to work then? Michael furrowed his brows.

If these beings were immortal, and heaven was sending people after them, then how exactly were they supposed to kill these Seraphim?

Also, if only the strongest people could contest against them, then capturing them would be nearly impossible too.

All in all, this situation seemed a bit too off for him.

"Say, were you the only ones who got this so-called bounty announcement?" Michael asked.

"Of course not. They used the God Horn to broadcast it to every being in the universe who had a fair bit of power, including myself, of course," Xylo said, but upon noticing Michael's confusion, added, "A God Horn is a strand of the First God's mana, and it's only used in emergencies. So far, it's been used only three times."

Michael tilted his head. "What were the other times?"@@novelbin@@

"The first was God's death. As for the second, I believe it had something to do with the death of an Archangel, though no one is sure which one died. The Archangels always lurked in the shadows and only came out when necessary. Though with their emergence, a calamity came along," Xylo elaborated. "Each Archangel holds a trumpet or something, and once they all resound in unison, they reset the cycle of life of a universe."

"They are that powerful...?" Michael's eyes widened.

"Their strength is nearly unmatched, only the Seraphim and demon kings are their equals. Though they aren't exactly combat-oriented except for Archangel Michael who was the strongest in all of heaven, well, up until the point where another Archangel stepped up, though that does not concern us that much." Xylo added.

Michael tilted his head in confusion as the system never mentioned something like that.

But it was a bit suprising that such a being as Xylo did not know that Michael had died. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

After all, Archangel Michael was a big shot, and if his death was as pronounced as he had heard, then it would only be natural to parade it around the universe.

However, from this conversation alone, he was able to gain one insight.

The system lied to him, and in actuality, there was more than one universe.

Though... the trumpets? I remember the Seven Trumpets from literature I've read, but they did not sound as destructive as what Xylo described. Resetting the life of an entire universe...? That seems a bit too much. Michael mused inwardly with a small frown.

Nonetheless, he finished his food soon and, alongside Xylo, who was idly sitting by, went out of the inn.

They went to a pretty secluded area when, all of a sudden, Michael had an idea. "Could I try something?"

Xylo turned around. "What is it?"

"You said you needed a form, right? Could you shrink your eye to something about my size?"

At Michael's words, Xylo visibly flinched. "What are you thinking?"

"I'll create a body for you—or try to at least. Though my only expertise lies in humanoid bodies, so I can't make anything you'd necessarily want."

During those fifteen months, Michael had practiced his mana control to the highest level. And even though he had not managed to form any actual skills aside from the Flashbang of Light...

That skill was a pure coincidence, and he honestly was unsure what the main points of creating it were in the first place.

Nonetheless, his mana control more than made up for the lack of skills, as now he could create mana constructs he would be able to control at will.

They were not realistic, as they had no flesh, since they were mended together from his mana.

However, the fact that their bodies were anatomically correct was promising.

Also, the fact that each one of them was in the image of Michael made them all handsome, even as fleshless constructs.

"So what do you say? Want to give it a try?" Michael asked.

And after a bit of hesitation, Xylo spoke. "If you try anything funny, I will forego the contract and end your life myself."

"Yeah, yeah, no need to be cranky about it. I just don't want to keep following an eye," Michael replied.

Soon, Xylo began shrinking, and now, he looked like any ordinary eye.

In the very next moment, Michael sent out a large portion of his mana—nearly 25%—toward Xylo.

Instead of going inside the eye, however, the mana merely stopped right before it, and soon, the mana began manifesting itself like a preset.

A body was constructed—one made purely out of mana.

The color was obviously golden, with the only exception being the eye sockets, which were pitch black.

Not only that, Michael was able to form a patch of white hair that ran down all the way to the knees.

His coloring was not that good yet, construct-wise. It was not the same as making his clothing, after all.

Nonetheless, so long as he used his affinities as coloring, even if dormant, then it worked out in the end.

After just a few moments, the mana finally detached from his body, and regeneration once again started.

The only reason that happened was simply that whenever he made a construct, he had the option to either tie it to his mana or make a completely independent construct that would not function unless someone occupied it.

But since the purpose was to make Xylo occupy it, he made the right eye socket the connector to the entire body—the makeshift brain and everything.

"You can try it out now," Michael said, and soon, Xylo made his way to the right socket.

Immediately, a fierce wave of mana was let off from the body, as several cracks appeared on it.

Michael had forgotten that while it was a solid body, it most likely could not hold the power of a Tier 10 or above.

However, as those thoughts fell, the cracks suddenly stopped.

Hm? Michael narrowed his eyes, taking a few steps back as he felt a dangerous amount of mana entering the body.

At the same time, the golden color that was spread nearly across the entire body was soon encased in flesh.

What the fuck? Michael's eyes widened. Did I trigger some type of transformation?

With those thoughts, the body he had made for Xylo began changing further—the height growing slightly taller, and the facial features alternating.

It was no longer a perfect clone of Michael. And now, what stood before him was an actual human-like person with peculiar white hair and, most surprisingly, two green eyes.

"You grew an eye," Michael couldn't help but comment.

All the while, Xylo was speechless.

Clenching the hands of his new body, taking a few steps around.

He looked like a child at a glance, but soon, he regained his composure before glancing toward Michael.

"I don't understand what you did to me, but I can't leave this body anymore," Xylo said coldly.

"Is that going to be a problem? You technically achieved your form now," Michael tilted his head.

But Xylo was not convinced. "While I am thankful for the opportunity, I was expecting to receive a temporary body, not something that will bind to my soul."

"I can assure you it wasn't intentional. My guess is, the body was a perfect match, and therefore, you formed a connection... or something," Michael mused.

Shaking his head, Xylo let out a sigh. "I doubt that was the case. However, I can't leave this body anymore, and if this is my actual form now, I won't be able to become an eldritch monster."

Michael smirked. "Want to grab a bite? You're paying, of course."

Xylo's green eyes lit up. "Let's go."

Michael chuckled and followed along, yet a single thought was still plaguing his mind.

I wonder... What caused to Seraphim to go rogue?