Episode 7 – Worlds Collide
The rift didn't wait until Michael was ready.
It ripped open above Roosevelt Memorial at dawn, glowing like a bleeding scar in the sky. The entire hospital staff froze as alien light poured into the city. Nurses screamed, doctors stumbled into the parking lot, patients pressed against the windows.
Michael Carter was calm. Hoodie half-zipped under his scrubs, blunt tucked behind his ear, medium locs brushing his shoulders. He stood on the roof, eyes glowing faint blue, watching the tear widen.
"Guess we're not keeping this one quiet," he muttered.
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Hospital Meltdown
Inside, chaos erupted.
Lang screamed at the chief of surgery, waving papers. "This is Carter's fault! He's not human—look at him, look at the shit that's been happening since he showed up! That rift is here because of him!"
Jessica stood pale in the corner, trembling. Other nurses whispered. Some defended Michael—others stared at him like a monster.
But the patients… they begged for him.
"Where's Dr. Carter? He saved me."
"He cured my husband."
"Only Carter can fix this!"
The hospital was splitting down the middle—half terrified of him, half worshiping him like a god.
And Michael hadn't even made his move yet.
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The Rift Spills Over
The rift tore wider, spitting out creatures—six-legged beasts with glowing eyes and jagged teeth. They landed in the parking lot, roaring, tearing through cars.
Doctors scattered. Patients screamed.
Michael's Dimensional Awareness pulsed like a siren in his skull. He didn't hesitate. He vaulted off the roof, landing on the pavement with calm precision. His locs whipped in the wind as he lit his blunt and smirked.
"Guess it's time to work overtime."
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Case #8 – Mass Save
The creatures charged. Soldiers tumbled out of the rift behind them, bleeding, collapsing. Michael dropped to his knees beside them, hands glowing bright.
He unleashed Rapid Multi-Target Healing, light flooding across the asphalt. Wounds sealed instantly. Severed limbs regrew. Soldiers gasped awake, shouting in alien tongues.
[XP +3,000]
[XP: 3,800 / 5,000]
The creatures hesitated, snarling. Michael stood, calm, his new skill pulsing in his chest.
Silver Tongue.
He stepped forward, voice rolling like thunder.
"You don't belong here. Leave."
The creatures froze. Their snarls faltered. One by one, they turned and slithered back into the rift. The soldiers followed, bowing their heads toward Michael before disappearing into the light.
The rift sealed shut with a hiss.
And silence fell.
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The Aftermath
When the dust settled, hundreds of eyes were on him. Doctors, nurses, patients—every single one had seen it. The impossible.
A patient shouted, "He's not just a doctor—he's a savior!"
The crowd erupted. Nurses whispered his name. Patients cried, reaching for him.
Lang's face twisted with rage. "He's a fucking freak! Can't you see it? He's dangerous!"
But Michael's new charisma wrapped around the crowd like fire. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
"I save lives. That's all that matters."
And the crowd cheered.
Lang stood alone, shaking, drowned out by the roar of Michael's name.
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Wild Heat
Later that night, the hospital was quieter—but the whispers burned hotter than ever.
Michael slipped into an empty office. Jessica followed, breathless, locking the door behind her.
"You saved the whole hospital," she whispered, trembling. "I can't… I can't stay away from you."
Her lips crashed against his. Scrubs ripped. Desk cleared in seconds. Gasps and curses filled the room, her body arching under his steady rhythm.
"Fuck—Michael," she moaned, clutching his locs, sweat dripping down her skin.
When it was over, she collapsed against him, breathless. "You're untouchable."
Michael lit a blunt, exhaling smoke into the dim light. "Nah. Just leveling up."
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Case #9 – The Senator Again
The next day, Michael was called to the private suite. The senator—sweating, red-faced, furious.
"You fucked my wife."
Michael smirked, calm, hands in his pockets. "I saved her life first."
The senator lunged, grabbing his collar. Michael's locs brushed against his face as Michael leaned in, voice low and sharp.
"You don't want to do this. Walk away."
Silver Tongue pulsed. The senator froze. His grip loosened. His eyes glazed. He stepped back, shaking, unable to resist.
Michael straightened his scrubs, smirking. "Thought so."
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Prestige in Sight
Back in his busted apartment, Michael checked his numbers.
[Level 7 – Prestige 0]
[XP: 4,600 / 5,000]
[Skills: Silver Tongue (Persuasion Mastery) unlocked.]
Almost Level 8. Almost closer to Prestige.
He sat back in his chair, smoke curling around his locs. His phone buzzed nonstop—patients begging for him, women chasing him, nurses craving him.
But above the city, faint in the night sky, another rift pulsed. Waiting. Calling.
Michael grinned.
"Hospital politics. Alien wars. Limitless lives. Fuck it—I'll handle it all. And I'll look good doing it."
He exhaled smoke, calm and untouchable.
"I am the cure."