Healing System

Chapter 210 Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect (14)

'453%... 459%... 460%.' Michael heaved an exhausted sigh as he finally finished the so-called healing.

It took much longer than at the start, as the more he fixed, the more difficult the next clots became.

But it was done, and the dragon in human form was lying flat on the ground, seemingly asleep.

However, there was no time for rest. Michael slightly pinched its back, making the dragon shoot up into the air.

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It turned back to face him with a glare, but with a single deep breath, it calmed down.

"Thank you for that, human. I feel much better already."

Michael nodded in response before casting both Heal and Purify, immediately curing any other remaining diseases the dragon might have had.

"You're welcome," he said with a smile before continuing, "Now tell me what you know."

There was no point in formalities when the other party didn't exactly respect him either, so he went straight to the point.

And he got an equally straightforward answer. "They are to the north of us, quite far. They don't have any drakelings like we do, so if you want to go there, prepare to be killed."

Michael raised a brow at that. "I healed you, and this is all the information you can give me?"

"Of course not." The dragon chuckled before its hand suddenly grew scales.

Without even an ounce of hesitation, it ripped one of them off and tossed it to Michael.

"Show this to the dragons there."

'A safe pass, huh.' Michael nodded in appreciation and prepared to head there right away, but the blue dragon suddenly stopped him.

"Wait."

"What is it?" he questioned with a tilt of his head.

Yet the dragon merely stared at him, slowly narrowing its eyes in silence.

Finally, it spoke again. "Are you really human?"

"Of course," Michael said sarcastically, flaunting his wide wings that no human should have.

But the dragon didn't find it as strange as he had hoped. "You have some dragon blood in you."

'Hm?' Michael looked into its eyes, only to realize it was serious.

'I don't have any dragon blood in me,' he affirmed to himself before speaking.

"I don't. I've only met one dragon before you, so it's impossible."

But the dragon persisted. "No, I'm sure of it. Near your mana core, there is a strand of draconic mana. It's not something one just gets out of the blue."

The moment Michael heard those words, his eyes widened.

If what the blue dragon said was true, then he could kind of see it happening.

After all, the person who helped him form a mana core was none other than Fafnir himself—a dragon.

He had never truly explored the possibilities of his mana core's inner workings to the fullest, so he never actually knew if something like that was even possible.

However, there was one entity who might have known: the system.

'Did you know?' Michael questioned.

Only after the trial started. I'm not very preoccupied with every little thing happening in your mana core. I only took the liberty of creating a new thread, that's all, the system swiftly replied, denying the accusations.

But he was not convinced. 'Sounds like something you would have noticed, given your great strength and all. Or is it not so great after all?'

I had great strength—not so much anymore. I rely on the mana you provide to the Halo. Still, as I said, I don't really care what happens inside your body—the body of a hormonal 14-year-old, no less. It remarked with a small chuckle, causing Michael to freeze on the spot.

'You...' He was speechless and could not exactly refute the system either.

After all, while his mind was old, his body was not.

Shoving the embarrassment aside, he turned back to the blue dragon and questioned, "Can you feel what type of dragon it is?"

"No," the dragon replied with a shake of its head. "It is either on the same rank as me or higher. From the small amount, it's very hard to gauge."

The more it spoke, the less enthusiastic its voice became. By the end, it sounded as though all it wanted to do was sleep.

"Go away, dragon-human. I want to sleep," it said and raised its arm, flinging Michael several hundred meters off the mountain and into the sky.

It was too fast for him to react, but the one thing he noticed was that now, the blue scale in his hands started glowing faintly.

Yet as he took notice of it, it quickly dimmed.

Taking one last glance at the blue dragon civilization below him, he decided to start flying north toward the Golden Dragons.

But he still had a hint of curiosity left. 'Hmm... System?'

Yes?

'Let's say this dragon blood—or mana, whatever—gets awakened. Will my race change again?'

A draconic angel or demon? It seems likely, but you can never be too sure. You still haven't awakened my archangel bloodline, after all. Things can still change.

'Right, the bloodline,' he rolled his eyes. 'How does that work, anyway? You're not my father, nor am I related to you. And as you already said, I am different from the other Michaels.'

Don't sweat the small stuff. Fate played its hand, and you were chosen—nothing more, nothing less.

'Really? Sounds very suspicious.' Michael pressed before flying higher above the clouds.

It was a peaceful world, sort of. But it was very abandoned, with its inhabitants consisting only of dragons or drakes.

Nonetheless, that wasn't his concern. He would find the Golden Dragon's core and get out of here—this trial was taking too long anyway.

Yet as he thought that, an ominous feeling arose, as if he had forgotten a certain aspect.

'Say... Is it possible I'm even being given this trial in the first place because of the dragon mana in me?'

It's either that or the fact that you have the light affinity.

'But isn't it a Holy Golden Dragon? Doesn't that mean it also has the light affinity? Odds are, the two conditions were a light affinity and the draconic mana,' he stated inwardly, as if a revelation had occurred.

However, as usual, the system shut down his happiness. You sound like an absolute nerd. Just shut up and go finish the trial already.

'...'