'Why did he join the G.o.dfather Organization?! And how is he already a Sub-Executive?!' The thought flashed into Micheal's mind as he tried to reconcile himself with s.h.i.+n's exploits, a slight sense of loss filling him .

Micheal had the full advantage of future knowledge to boost his powers . s.h.i.+n knew a little thanks to the information Micheal had tossed at him before they were Chosen, but he wasn't in nearly as optimal a spot as Micheal .

Even more than that…

'I told you to remain low-key, s.h.i.+n! How is this low-key?!' He wanted to strangle his best friend for a split second . It felt like he had done the exact opposite of what Micheal wanted .

'And he uses a gun now?' Many questions filled him as he tried to understand what all had happened . s.h.i.+n's future seemed to have drastically changed, and Micheal was unsure if that was a good or a bad thing yet .

After all of these thoughts ran through Micheal's mind, he abruptly spurted into action .

s.h.i.+n was injured, and heavily injured by the sounds of it . There was no mention of Sophia, but it was possible they hadn't met up yet . He would figure it all out after he made contact with s.h.i.+n first .

Micheal moved back into the stairwell and began to quickly travel back down the stairs . Despite the feelings of panic that struck him at the thought of his long-time ally of a decade being badly injured, he maintained a steady pace, keeping up with his disguise .

Even if he could fake looking like a member of the G.o.dfather Organization, there were bound to be some security checks when moving between areas here . This area was highly patrolled, due to the sensitive nature of the various nearby buildings .

He could get away with flying near the lower regions, but traveling up atop the roof was far too likely to see him spotted .

In a short amount of time, Micheal found himself back at the window he had cut open, tracing his steps backwards using his perfect memory .

He slipped out of it and then reset it, gluing the window tightly shut with some of the glue he'd purchased for his small-time information raid back in the territory of the Angels Arcadia .

After everything looked almost exactly as it had when he arrived, he set off, using his Life Orbs to quickly traverse the area .

As he flew, he began to review the mental map he had of the G.o.dfather Organization's inner territory .

'No… no… no… ah!' After a few seconds, he found what he was searching for .

The 'Medical Bay' of the G.o.dfather Organization's territory .

According to what he'd read, the Medical Bay of the G.o.dfather Organization took up one very wide, but average height, skysc.r.a.per, and then 4, mostly normal neighboring skysc.r.a.pers .

The four neighboring skysc.r.a.pers held the regular or low-level members of the G.o.dfather Organization that might need advanced and specialized treatment . There were millions of members of the G.o.dfather Organization, spread out over a very vast area . The vast majority of people that were injured would be treated in their local Branches . These surrounding buildings were only for special cases .

The last, central building was for 'important' personages . People that might be at risk of an attack or needed extra security . This was almost certainly where s.h.i.+n was located .

He jumped from building to building, rapidly traveling till he made it nearly two dozen skysc.r.a.pers over . By this point, the morning light had changed to noon .

Advertis.e.m.e.ntAs he came to a pause on the side of one particular skysc.r.a.per, Micheal studied the sight before him .

Four ordinary skysc.r.a.pers, two of them grey, two of them dark blue, and one very wide skysc.r.a.per that looked to be around 3 times the length of a regular one . All four skysc.r.a.pers were nearly identical in height .

'Hmm…' Micheal studied the scene before him for a few seconds .

He lowered his height, down from the 12th floor of his current skysc.r.a.per all the way to the 8th .

The Medical Bay skysc.r.a.pers were bound to be patrolled and very occupied . Due to the G.o.dfather Organization's sheer size, there would never be a shortage of injured people . While these facilities were only for the extremely injured or important, there would still likely be thousands of people being treated .

This meant that lower floors would be in use, and there would be guards posted to kill any stray Morenkai that made the unfortunate mistake of climbing up .

'How am I supposed to find him, though?' Micheal frowned as he considered this .

He knew s.h.i.+n was here but… he had no idea what room he was in .

He thought about this for a few more moments before he smiled slightly . He then reached down and tapped on his Spatial Ring, quickly bringing out a smartphone .

He opened up the G.o.dfather Organization's open forum and quickly made a post on it . He hid his body as he went to work, staying concealed under a ledge to prevent any prying eyes from spotting them .

He then settled in to wait .

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Some amount of time later in one particular room in the Medical Bay…

A pristine, white bed lay at the back of a luxurious private room . Fine pieces of art coated the walls and the two large windows that looked out on the outside world were currently closed off with grey curtains .

The room had a pleasant, vanilla scent to it . Light filtered in through the curtains, giving the room a calm, peaceful appearance .

Lying on the bed in that room was a blond-haired man, resting back in a set of patient gowns, as if he was at a hospital . The man's right arm appeared normal, but his left arm had an odd, white sock-like attachment, connected to the shoulder where a full arm used to exist .

s.h.i.+n yawned as he stretched on his medical bed, fully waking up . He then reached over and poked at the small sock . His mouth twitched slightly as he felt a weird, touching sensation spread through him . He immediately let go .

"Man . That b.a.s.t.a.r.d really took my arm . " He shook his head ruefully as the painful memory of having his arm sliced off reappeared . Number 6's surprise attack had truly come as a surprise to him . It was only thanks to Sophia that he was alive at all, so he wasn't complaining .

Well, actually, he was . He never claimed to be a reasonable person .

"I'll get you back for that one . " He said the words with a cavalier att.i.tude, but his eyes flashed with deadly promise when he spoke them . His usual cheer returned right after, as if losing an entire arm didn't bother him .

'Status . ' The thought appeared in s.h.i.+n's mind as he called up his Status screen .

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— - Status — -

Name: s.h.i.+n Hopefell

Points: 48,031

Race: Human

Age: 18

- Stats -

Strength - 29

Endurance - 25

Recovery - 24

Soul - 16

Abilities - (3/7)

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Warping Phaser

Ki Cultivator (Mortal Tier - Middle)

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His current stats were slightly above average for someone at the Middle of the Mortal Tier of Ki Cultivation . With his Warping Phaser Ability boosting his Soul stat, he managed to eke out an advantage there, but his other stats were roughly par for the course . He had yet to complete or even attempt the Dragon Building Liquid method that Sophia shared, opting to wait for Micheal's help .

In terms of official ranking, he was around the level of a tough C Ranker or maybe a weak B Ranker .

Of course, he never depended on physical combat to win his battles anymore, relying on his Expand Ability and its powerful synergy with a handgun . In terms of true strength, he could easily take down B Rankers and put up a very real challenge when it came to many A Rankers .

"If I had gone into that scene better prepared… but how could I know the friggin' Nightrunner Numbers would show up out of nowhere?!" He talked aloud to himself, rebelling against the unfairness of what had gone down .

After a few more moments, he sighed .

What's done was done . Perhaps Micheal would know a way to restore his left arm . For now, he would have to depend on his right one . At least he had gotten a huge boost in Points from killing Number 9 . There were several things in the Shop he planned on buying and testing to increase his overall power as soon as he got out of this Medical Bay .

He reached out with his right hand, stretching it . He shook and waved his fingers, feeling the air . Abruptly, he grimaced as he felt his left arm seem to tingle .

It wasn't actually there, but the nerve endings were still raw . The sock-like attachment, formally known as a Nerve Extender, intensified those feelings further .

After another minute of stretching, he tapped on his Spatial Ring and withdrew his smartphone .

"It's already noon? Geez . " When he saw the time, he shook his head . He hadn't realized he'd slept so much .

The events that took place after their battle with the Nightrunner Numbers had been chaotic .

Sophia had miraculously managed to stave off their enemies long enough for the backup he called in to arrive . She fainted almost immediately after the G.o.dfather Organization rallied, suffering from multiple injuries .

In particular, her mind had been incredibly stressed, according to what the doctors shared with s.h.i.+n when he requested it . He had stayed up for several hours worrying over her, even as he received treatment for his severed arm .

s.h.i.+n had been extensively questioned on what he was doing, who Sophia was, why he was being attacked, and more .

Thankfully, he had a slew of answers prepared just for such a situation .

The easiest route to go was to simply tell the truth .

They were meeting up with the Brigadier General of the Old Army Airwing Alliance because they had medicine that could cure his wife and daughter . They did so because they wanted to bring closer ties between their respective organizations and s.h.i.+n wanted a favor .

As for why the Nightrunner Numbers attacked…

He truly had no idea and told them as much .

The G.o.dfather Organization was able to verify his words through a variety of methods . As a result, any suspicion raised towards him dissipated .

And now, several hours later, s.h.i.+n found himself in a bit of a limbo .

'I probably shouldn't move until they finish treatment . ' In his current state, he would be no help to Sophia . It wasn't like he was a medical genius .

He sighed as he began to sift through the forum, looking for anything interesting . It was one of his favorite hobbies apart from browsing the Holy Shop . He always practiced Ki meditation, but even with the advice Sophia shared with him, he found that his talent for it was middling at best and the process was rather boring .

"How to cook a proper soufflé… Barack Clan attacked newcomers, starting a large-scale battle to the southwest… Seal Transformation Type has unusual synergy with Ice Horn Ability…" He muttered aloud as he scrolled past several posts that didn't interest him .

He was currently looking in part of the forum specific for casual discussion, the part Micheal had asked him to post in . He regularly created a thread here, every day, to help Michael find him . He hadn't seen his close friend in more than a month now, though Sophia's arrival had brought him a great deal of comfort .

"Super, Ultimate, Maximum Warrior Respect Thread - No Gun Nerds Allowed . Huh?" s.h.i.+n froze when he read one particular thread name, his eyes widening .

"Did I make this?" It almost sounded like one of his usual thread posts .

He clicked on it and began to read through it . As he read more and more of it, his eyes grew even wider . A smile appeared on his face as he realized who this post was from and what it actually was .

"Ahahaha!" Quiet laughter burst free from him as he quickly typed in a response to the thread, using his right hand rather awkwardly to get it done . He sent the reply as soon as he finished it, unable to help smiling .

Almost seconds later, he got back a response and a confirmation . His smile widened .

'It's about d.a.m.n time, Micheal . '

After a few more seconds, he tapped off of the thread and went back to scrolling . He pa.s.sed up several more threads, checking on the contents of a few and reading some comments before backing out .

It would probably take Micheal a significant amount of tim-

"Well, aren't you a sight, huh?" A confident voice echoed out, coming from the direction of his windows .

s.h.i.+n's face froze as he whipped his head to the side, his jaw dropping .

For, right in front of him, Micheal was currently climbing through his window while carefully holding a long, black blade . He was dressed in a sharp looking suit and looked almost identical to most regular members of the G.o.dfather Organization .

"Wh- Micheal?! What?! What?!" s.h.i.+n sputtered, his heart soaring as he stared at Micheal, unable to come up with a better response .

"I told you I was coming . " The brown haired 18-year-old warrior shrugged and grinned back as he saw s.h.i.+n's reaction .

"It's been 30 seconds!" s.h.i.+n flopped his floppy arm at him to accentuate his point .

Micheal looked at him .

And then at his floppy arm .

And then back at him .

And then back at the arm .

"Oh, this? I call it my Lefty Wefty . Supposedly it will help preserve any nerve endings and attachments . " s.h.i.+n smiled triumphantly as he flopped his arm vaguely in Micheal's direction, like a brave, but floppy, warrior .

Micheal looked back up at s.h.i.+n and then hung his head in his hands for the second time today .

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