Healing System

"You called me a what now?" His mother tilted her head in confusion before standing up out of the coffin.

Her legs were still slightly trembling from being dead for so long, and her psyche clearly hadn't recovered yet.

However, one thing was for sure: she remembered him.

"I'm Michael," he stated. "Just like you, I died. Though I'm back now, and so are you."

"So long story short, you're telling me that you are my son, you died, I died, and now we are both suddenly back together?" She asked skeptically. "You do know how ridiculous that sounds, right?"

"You do remember dying, so why are you surprised at being alive again?" Michael commented with a sigh.

His mother always had been blunt, skeptical, and oftentimes, slightly stupid.

She narrowed her eyes. "You look nothing like him."

Michael merely shrugged. "It's been decades, Mom. I changed, and so have you."

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With that, he summoned a mirror out of mana and floated it over to his mother.

"See? You changed too."

"Gosh..." She widened her eyes. "I don't remember being this gorgeous since I was a teen... Am I a teen now?"

"Your body is in its optimal condition now, and from what I can see, it's around age 24," Michael explained, before cutting to the chase. "Mom, you are back now, and while we are both slightly different, in the end, we are the same people."

A solemn look appeared on his face. "However... due to some circumstances, everyone forgot about me... even Father."

"Since I still think you are bullshitting me and this is all a dream, I will follow along." His mother said, approaching him. "Where's Ron at now?"

"New York. Massive penthouse," he replied, before halting. "Aside from that... Aren't you a bit too calm?"

"What do you expect me to do? Roll around on the ground out of happiness of being alive again? For all I know, my death was fated to happen," she said, before letting out a giggle. "Just kidding, it's all bullshit. I just don't have the energy to do stupid stuff, especially since my head is slowly clearing up now."

"I see..." Michael nodded, then walked over to Hermes, tossing him over his shoulder.

"Who's the kid? Yours?" She asked teasingly.

"You wish." Michael rolled his eyes. "It's a guy who was gatekeeping your soul. Nothing more."

"Right, right, my soul." She spoke, trying to make it sound like she understood what he had said.

Her nonchalant behavior calmed him down immensely, as just a few minutes ago, he was on the verge of breaking down.

But now, it felt like any ordinary day, with the addition of his mother being around.

"Can you take me to Ron?" She asked. "Or are your wings just props?"

"They aren't," Michael grumbled.

Immediately, he stretched out his mana, covering her body from head to toe.

In the very next moment, he vanished from the cemetery and appeared back in the massive apartment inside the skyscraper where his father lived.

The general, Simon, still seemed to be around, talking to his father about something.

As he noticed Michael's presence, he backed off and walked toward him.

"Who's the girl?" He asked.

But his words seemed to do nothing but inflate Michael's mother's ego.

"Girl? I appreciate it, old coot," she said with a chuckle, before turning toward the man lying beside the sofa.

His father seemed out of it, sipping alcohol.

Yet, as the corner of his eye caught the figure of the woman approaching, he suddenly froze, his eyes widening as he shot up to his feet.

He nearly fell back down to the ground in the process; however, as he glanced at Marie, his emotions began to stir.

"Alcohol doesn't suit you, Ron," Marie grumbled before walking over and snatching the bottle right out of his hands and replacing it with a glass of water. "Have this instead."

All the while, Ron was merely opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the right words to say.

But of course, none came out.

This was the type of reaction Michael was expecting to see when his mother came back to life.

But of course... She's always that way, he thought with a small smile.

Soon, his mother, Marie, walked over to his father, Ron, and hugged him tightly.

"Damn, your body is a bit better than I remember. Did you go to the gym finally?" She asked with a chuckle, and that was when Ron finally spoke.

"Marie... Is it really you?"

"Who else could it be? I'm surprised I can even share this dream with you in the first place, but hey, at least you are hot," she glanced to the side, directly at Michael. "And that's our son apparently. Still skeptical about it, but you know, better to have a pretender than nothing at all, I guess."

Ron tilted his head. "What son, Marie? We never adopted."

"Of course not, Michael popped right out of me. I thought I told you I would never adopt someone else's child," Marie grumbled before realization struck. "Oh right... He did say you would not have memories of him... I guess it makes sense."

She trailed off, "This dream is really starting to feel realistic..."

"Michael." Simon suddenly spoke, gathering Michael's attention. "She doesn't happen to be..."

"She is his wife, yes," Michael affirmed plainly.

"Marie Dalton? The one who died of a lung disease...?" Simon couldn't believe it.

However, after the magical healing and aging regression, he had no choice but to accept the facts.

"You can revive the dead..."

"It looks like it," Michael chuckled. "Though it's a very big hassle and would probably land me in trouble with the other gods if I do it too much."

Simon tilted his head. "Gods?"

"Yep, there are a few of them, though I'm not sure what half of them even do, haven't met a single one yet after all," Michael said, and began paying attention to his parents interacting with each other.

It was awkward, but at the same time, for Michael, it felt like a dream come true.

Both his mother and father were people he hadn't seen in decades, and more so, his mother, who had been dead a few hours ago.

Therefore, to say his emotions weren't acting up would be an understatement.

"Both of you, can you calm down and come to your senses already?" Michael said, a bit annoyed.

While this was a reunion of sorts, neither of them were in the right state of mind.

"Pfftt... Sure." Marie grabbed hold of Ron's hand and walked over to Michael. "I don't know how you did it, whether this is a dream or not, I'm thankful."

A single tear fell from her eye. "After all... I always wanted to come back... The darkness was too overbearing and uncomfortable."

"...Don't worry about it, Mom, Dad," Michael said with a bit of hesitance and was met with a chuckle from Marie and a confused look from Ron.

"I don't know what kind of drugs you gave me, but I'll bite," Ron said. "Can you use those wings to take us to the nearest café? I'm thirsty."

"Didn't you just drink a whole bottle?" Marie grumbled. "If you need a drink, we can go into our rooms and then—"

"Stop... Jesus," Michael interjected with a sigh before his mother could say anything too sexual.

He was sure for a fact that Simon was recording this entire thing, and while he could destroy the recording, he did not out of the mere kindness of his heart.

"But sure, I'll take you somewhere." Michael enveloped both of his parents in mana before flashing Simon a nod. "See you later, old man."

With that, he vanished, not forgetting to take Hermes along.

Finally, they reappeared at a certain pub in Washington D.C., and from what he could remember, this was the same one where his parents first met.

And from his mother's loud mouth, he also found out this was the same restaurant in which they first hooked up.

So naturally, that might spring some sort of memory back into Ron's mind.

After all, his mother was fine, and if she could somehow trigger something to make his father remember, then Michael could replicate this feeling for everyone he knew.

Nonetheless, both of his parents' eyes widened as they saw the restaurant they had arrived in front of.

"Seaweed Sushi? Really? I thought it had closed down..." Marie said, her voice slightly cracking as she glanced at her husband. "Ron, do you remember what we first ordered?"

"Nope," Ron replied plainly, earning a smack on the head.

However, due to Marie's strength being a little too high, Ron was sent flying down to the ground, with a bit of blood spurting out of his head.

Michael sighed and walked over before casting a heal and flashing an annoyed look at his mother.

"Mom, you're a bit stronger than normal now, so please don't go smacking Father around like this."

"...I'll take it into consideration," she replied with a whistle, as Ron stood back up, still a bit dazed.

Nonetheless, Michael approached the entrance of the restaurant, held open the doors, and turned to his parents.

"Shall we?"