Healing System

"You're having a bit too much fun, don't you think?" Michael remarked with a snicker, watching as Xylo played around with everything he could find.

Whether it be the food or the unsuspecting civilians, he barged right into their private space and began talking with them.

No one thought much of it, considering he looked exactly like them, a normal human.

But that was only on the outside, as inside, Xylo was nothing but a strong Eldritch monster who could kill all of the people present in the blink of an eye.

However, that same Eldritch monster was now just some regular nice guy—for at least the next couple of minutes, until he got bored anyway.

"Come on already, we need to go somewhere, don't we?"

"Give me a moment. Look, there's a Cerberus from hell over there—"

Before Xylo could finish his words, Michael yanked him back, holding him by the shoulders.

"While I do understand that you want to enjoy your time for as long as you want, remember I'm also here. You can do that after I leave."

"Fine..." Xylo replied, pushing Michael off.

But the strength he used was a little much, caving in both of Michael's shoulders as he impacted strongly with the wall behind him.

"Ah, apologies, I might've used too much strength," Xylo said, scratching his newfound head.

"You don't say," Michael scoffed, healing himself and standing back up. "Where to now?"

"The castle or the barracks, you choose," Xylo offered.

"What's with these mundane choices? Isn't there anything more interesting? Like a cave where I could practice my mana or something?" Michael raised the question.

"I doubt you can even circulate your mana properly in this atmosphere, let alone..." Xylo trailed off, his eyes widening. "Never mind, it seems like you can."

"Yeah." Michael nodded, as if it was obvious.

He had used mana quite a few times recently, and somehow, Xylo had not noticed.

"Fine, Mountain springs or the cave of—"

"Whichever has more mana, I want to try something," Michael interjected.

"You're too impatient for your own good," Xylo let out a sigh. "Follow me, the Mountain springs are better as they are very high up in the sky. You can even see stars from all the way up there."

"The Eldritch realm is a world? I thought it was something no one could access?" Michael asked with widened eyes.

"Oh, of course it is a world. If it wasn't, then you'd already be crushed to death."

Noticing the confused look on Michael's face, he continued, "The inner and core parts of the Eldritch realm are in their own separate realities, same with heaven and the higher realms."

"What about hell and the like, aren't they worlds?" Michael asked.

"They are. The Demonic Realm is just one massive world, many times larger than any other existing one. It's as big as a star, you could say. No one has truly explored it even after all this time," Xylo replied as the two began walking again.

However, he was a bit concerned, since after all, Xylo had mentioned mountains, but there was not even a single one in sight.

"Just how far away are those mountains again?" Michael questioned, as a slightly bad feeling arose in his chest.

"Oh? They are not that far, only three continents away. Should take us about 13 years of walking to get there," Xylo replied, oblivious to Michael's inner thoughts.

Are you fucking stupid? Michael wanted to say out loud but held himself back.

"Look, is there a faster way to get there? Can't you fly?" Michael asked.

"Fly with what? My wings, which don't exist? I can't teleport yet, as I'm not fully accustomed to this body. I don't want to end up killing myself," Xylo said. "Also, just enjoy the scenery, it's not every day you can be in the Eldritch realm."

"I can carry you and we can fly over there. How does that sound?" Michael offered.

After all, he had his own pair of wings, which were incredibly efficient now that he had trained for so long.

What else could he do aside from training? The system did not teach him the method to increase his mana core, and as for the Speech core, it formed itself automatically.

Safe to say, he was in a sticky situation, and if Xylo refused, then their walk would likely have to be canceled.

"Hmm? Fly me? I'll pass."

Fuck.
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"You sure?" Michael asked one final time, and Xylo nodded in response.

"I'm sure. We can just walk or jog even, though even if we jog, it will still take us around 9 years."

"If I fly, we can get there in less than a day... come on already." Michael urged impatiently, but Xylo suddenly turned around, pointing his finger toward the sky.

"I'm just kidding, Michael, the mountains are over there."

What do you mean there are mountains over there—oh. Michael's eyes widened as he glanced up at the sky.

After all this time, his Eyes of the Great Sage had improved to the point where he could see the world however he pleased, and now, he was seeing something he couldn't believe.

Off in the distant sky, not even connected to the ground, was a small mountain range.

On top of it, several buildings, and even people.

Yet those people seemed a bit too strong for his liking, even stronger than the ones currently on the ground.

Therefore, Michael decided to simply stretch out his hands before saying, "I am not walking over there. I am either carrying you, or leaving you behind. Which will it be?"

However, as his words fell, Xylo suddenly began hovering off the ground. "I'll choose neither. Let's go, Michael."

...Seriously. Michael facepalmed inwardly before following Xylo upward, off through the clouds and into the far reaches of the mountains.

But even as they flew several kilometers, it did not seem like he was getting any closer.

In fact, he could even say the mountains were getting further away.

However, as he glanced at Xylo, who had been mere meters away from him a moment ago, he was now far off in the distance, much closer than Michael was.

I thought we were keeping the same pace? Michael thought with a frown before speeding up.

Soon, he caught up with Xylo again, but to his surprise, Xylo was merely playing around with some kind of Rubik's cube he picked up off the ground earlier.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm bored, and I wasn't kidding when I said those mountains are far away," Xylo said with a shrug, not even turning to Michael as he continued solving the Rubik's cube.

"...How far, and don't say—"

"92 million kilometers. We're about 250,000 kilometers in, so you can say we're still pretty far away," Xylo replied. "But don't worry, once we near the mountains, your satisfaction will truly be fulfilled!"

"I don't believe you... I thought you were some mature guy, but now you're making me fly that far..." Michael stated with disbelief.

He would rather have gone with the other option if it meant he did not need to fly that far.

After all, he still had some duties back at the sect, such as sorting through the documents and...

Never mind, I'm happy here too. He steeled himself after a mere moment's decision.

If back home the only thing he could do was work, then it was natural to seek holidays.

Right...? System, if you were here, you'd agree with me too, probably. Michael nodded to himself.

However, as he did, he spotted an interesting sight in the distance.

It was some colossal blue being with pixie pink wings flying toward the mountains.

"Yo! Flargath!" Xylo suddenly shouted, speeding up to such a degree that Michael couldn't even track him.

Soon, he flew up to that funny-looking being, and as the two locked eyes, Xylo suddenly slashed his hand downward.

As he did, a massive beam of green and blue light emerged from both of their bodies, clashing against one another.

It looked like a powerful fight, from a distance of course.

Since the moment they clashed, Michael was sent hurtling back who knows how far. The only thing he knew was that he was several thousand kilometers away at the very least.

The only reason he was even able to see the fight happening was simply because of his Eyes of the Great Sage.

If he didn't have that, then it would have been a lost cause.

However, their attacks were not stopping. In fact, they grew even stronger, reaching him again.

And as they did, he suddenly felt his entire body freeze up—not out of fear, but out of sheer powerlessness.

Michael had never felt such strength before, not even from the Giants back on the mountain.

Even Fafnir did not hold such strength.

He had read something as a child that Eldritch beings grew stronger in proportion to their age, so he could only speculate how old these two were.

But nonetheless, the lingering thought that Xylo, the one guiding him, could not achieve a form in all that time, left him heavily skeptical.

Just who are you, Xylo—whatever the fuck the rest of your name is?