Disclaimer: English is not my first language. I'm using Grammarly to check the Grammar and using Word to write it.
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Sunday was another slow day, so I stayed home and rested.
I asked Tesla what was his offer to Kid Win and he said that he proposed to Kid Win a collaboration between them.
I joked that he was trying to poach Kid Win and Tesla said that if it's possible he will do it.
Well, I hope that the PRT/Protectorate won't get too mad if we end up poaching some of their capes.
Moriarty informed me that Carol reached out to the PRT regarding the healing potions and they requested a meeting with us as soon as possible.
I told him to schedule the meeting for Monday night.
I asked Moriarty for an update on the ABB situation and he said that with Hassan's help, he's quickly gathering all the valuable individuals who know how Lung ran his territory and want the ABB gone.
They all hated Lung as he didn't tolerate anyone talking back to him and made gruesome examples of those who did.
He also captured Oni Lee.
It wasn't difficult, Hassan found him bedridden and disoriented from the morphine that was used to help him deal with the pain. From what she could see, Oni Lee wasn't going to survive his injuries.
When Morgan learned of that, she proposed to use this as an opportunity to learn more about the biology of parahumans.
Medea and Asclepius supported the idea.
I instructed them not to leave any traceable evidence and to avoid dissecting Oni Lee.
Moriarty also asked me to pass by the hotel before going to the meeting with the PRT as he found out more information on what emboldened Lung to attack the Empire so soon.
I went to school, Clarendon, when Monday arrived and I can say that it was discombobulating, to say the least. Which is strange because nothing out of the ordinary happened.
It was all just so...I don't even know what word I'm looking for.
Anyway, Chaldea was the hot topic in school.
Everyone was talking about us.
There were all kinds of discussions, like how many servants I have, what powers each might have, how my power works, and what might be our next move.
There are even threads on PHO.
I gotta check that out later.
One conversation that stood out to me mentioned how nothing will change because the villains always escape PRT custody, and Chaldea won't last once they come seeking revenge against us.
That's a sobering reminder of how bleak things have been on Brockton Bay all these years.
Barely anyone believes that the PRT/Protectorate can keep the villains behind bars.
It's strange because when I checked other cities with the PRT/Protectorate, like Chicago, they don't seem to have the same issues we do. Sure, some villains manage to escape from prison, but it's nowhere near the scale of what happens here. Everywhere else, the PRT/Protectorate is competent.
Why is it so different on Brockton Bay?
After school, I asked Hassan to take me to the hotel.
I have some time before I have to go home.
Let's see what Moriarty found.
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Arriving at the hotel, I found Moriarty at the cafeteria drinking tea.
"Hey Moriarty," I said, sitting at his table.
"Good afternoon Henry. Would you like something to eat?" Moriarty asked.
"I'm good. Who's working in the kitchen?" I asked.
"Barghest has been cooking the meals in her free time," Moriarty said, taking a sip of tea. "I must say, she knows how to make a delicious cup of tea."
Yeah, she's an excellent cook.
"What did you find?" I asked.
Moriarty handed me a cell phone.
"That's Lung's personal phone. Look at the time of the last call," Moriarty said.
That last call was from an unknown number at 1:47 in the morning.
"Okay, what am I looking at?" I asked.
"That's five minutes after you defeated Hookwolf," Moriarty said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Let me guess: burner phone," I said.
"Precisely but I already know who made that call," Moriarty took a sip of his tea.
After a brief moment of silence, it dawned on me what Moriarty was doing.
"Can you not do these dramatic pauses and just tell me," Holmes always does this and it's so annoying.
Why are geniuses like this?
Moriarty coughed, "There's nothing wrong with a little showmanship. Anyway, it was Coil that called Lung."
I hummed in thought.
Coil has moles in the gangs, and Cricket was the only one that escaped that night.
"Is Cricket the mole?" I asked.
"No, she isn't. According to Hassan, Cricket came across a group of Empire grunts who took her to an apartment. She spent the rest of the day there, tending her wounds," Moriarty said.
"It could have been someone in that group or Coil was keeping tabs on Hookwolf," I rubbed my chin.
"Both answers are equally possible," Moriarty nods.
"Coil didn't waste a chance to weaken both the Empire and ABB," I commented.
"It was more than that. It was also a trap for you," Moriarty said.
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow.
"With Hookwolf out of the picture, Coil saw an opportunity to expedite Lung's attack. He knew that you would rush to stop the fight and he must have thought that you were tired from fighting Hookwolf and Cricket," Moriarty said.
He wanted me to fight both gangs while I was 'exhausted'.
"He was hoping that I would die," I said.
"Or that you would lose some of your servants," Moriarty said.
I let out a chuckle.
"I will give it to him, it was not a bad plan," I crack my knuckles. "I'm going to pay his territory a visit today and pay him back tenfold."
"Could you put a pin on that plan?" Moriarty asked.
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Hassan is still exploring his territory, and I discovered some information that you're going to want to know," Moriarty said.
"What?" I asked.
"I found out Kaiser's identity," Moriarty said.
Well, it was only a matter of time before Moriarty figured that out.
"Who's it?" I asked.
"Max Anders," Moriarty takes a sip of tea.
I blinked rapidly at that.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked thought gritted teeth.
"Afraid not," Moriarty said.
I took a deep breath to calm down.
"That son of a bitch makes monthly donations to help the victims of the Empire. And even does charity events to help Brockton Bay," I rub my temple.
"All to create the illusion of a kind man," Moriarty said.
"For fuck's sake. Medhall is the largest employer in Brockton Bay," I pause for a moment. "He uses it for laundering money, doesn't he?"
"Yes but it's also a legitimate business," Moriarty said.
I glanced around the room to see if we were alone.
"Did you tell the Valkyries?" I whispered.
"Definitely not. They'd storm Medhall right away and kill him, sparking all kinds of troubles," Moriarty whispered in return.
"Good. Keep a lid on that for now," I nodded.
"There's more. Kaiser's ex-wife is Purity and she did leave the Empire," Moriarty said.
"So the rumors are true," I rubbed my chin.
About a year ago, Purity claimed to have left the Empire but nobody believed her since she only attacked the ABB.
"Yes, one of the most feared capes of the city is now a single mother of two-"
"Moriarty," I warned him.
Moriarty shook his head, "That's not what I'm getting at. Kaiser is trying to pull Purity back by threatening that if she doesn't return, she will lose custody of her daughter."
Ah, that's not good.
"What about the other one?" I asked.
"The other isn't her child, he's from Kaiser's first marriage. Although, he does appear to spend an awful lot of time with Purity," Moriarty said.
"All right, what's the plan?" I asked.
"We need to strip Kaiser of his power. Put more pressure on the Empire, and eventually, Kaiser will be forced to show himself. I will look into acquiring Medhall for ourselves. That company would be better in our hands," Moriarty said with a smirk.
"Good. Take everything from that bastard," I said.
Now that we're talking about identities.
"Who else did you figure it out?" I asked.
"All the members of the Empire, and some of the heroes," Moriarty said.
Nobody can know about this.
The PRT/Protectorate would attack us immediately.
"What about Coil?" I asked.
"I'm still working on that," Moriarty said.
"Oh right. Dauntless warned me that the Empire is getting reinforcements-"
"From Gesellschaft, yes. Ushiwakamaru told me, which is why it's a good idea to further weaken the Empire before they arrive," Moriarty said.
"Anyone we should be wary of?" I asked.
Moriarty hums thoughtfully.
"There's one that I'm certain that they are going to send. He goes by Hydra, and he can duplicate himself or others that he comes in contact with," Moriarty said.
Oh, I see the theme.
Cut one down and others take its place.
Like the Hydra from Greek Mythology.
"How many clones can he make?" I asked.
"It's unknown what his limit is but he can easily create an army of clones that he uses to overwhelm his enemies. The downside, thankfully, is that the more clones he makes the weaker they are. That goes double for the clones of parahumans," Moriarty said.
"How strong would the parahuman clones be?" I asked.
"Unfortunately information about his power is scarce, no doubt the work of Gesellschaft, but from the footage that I have seen, the clones have a tenth of the original strength," Moriarty said.
Small mercies, I will take what I can get.
"Why do villains always have the best powers?" I pinch my nose in frustration.
"To make the hero's journeys more engaging," Moriarty said unblinkingly.
I sent a glare to Moriarty but he ignored it.
"By the way, the hotel's being watched," Moriarty said casually.
I hummed, "How many?"
That was bound to happen.
"Two teams from the PRT, some members of the Empire, and some of Coil mercenaries. It's better from now on you don't come here in your civilian clothes," Moriarty said.
This was supposed to be a quick stop, so I didn't bother changing clothes and just put on my mask.
"Gotcha. Kee-"
Suddenly the cafeteria shook for a few seconds.
Moriarty and I stood up in alarm.
Are we under attack!?
"Da Vinci gather everyone!" I said.
Moriarty and I dashed out of the cafeteria, heading towards the front entrance.
"Why?" Da Vinci asked.
"We're under attack!" I said,
"What're yo-Oh! You're in the hotel! Don't worry that was us," Da Vinci said.
I stopped abruptly in the middle of the corridor. Moriarty stopped a few meters in front of me.
"What!" I said.
"We're working on Sherrel's next project and things got a little out of hand," Da Vinci explained.
A little!?
"Sorry, gotta go!" Da Vinci cut off the mental link.
"Da Vinci!" I said but didn't receive any answer.
I let out a groan.
I turned to Moriarty, who was watching me with a tense expression.
"Da Vinci," I said deadpanned.
Moriarty's shoulders sag with relief and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Garage," Moriarty said as he walked back to the cafeteria.
I said this once and I will say it again: geniuses are exhausting.
I barged into the garage and found all of them screaming at each other.
"You idiotic lion! I told you that was too much garbage!" Tesla screamed.
"And I told you that we need a substantial amount to see if the conversion rates are what we expect!"Edison screamed back.
"Da Vinci, stop messing with my wiring!" Sherrel said with a glare.
"I'm fixing it! They are all over the place, you dumbass!" Da Vinci glared back.
"I was going to do that later, you cunt!" Sherrel snapped back.
Swear to god, they are all children.
"HEY!" I shouted.
Everyone turned to me.
"The fuck is going on!?" I shouted.
"Hello, master. When did you arrive?" Edison asked.
"Don't ignore my question!" I said.
"Henry, I told you not to worry," Da Vinci said, placing her hands on her hips.
"You made the hotel shake! Of course, I'm going to worry!" I said.
"Sorry about that boss-man. We gotta a little too excited," Sherrel said, rubbing her head in embarrassment.
These idiots are going to give me a heart attack.
I took this chance to look around the place.
Sherrel clearly turned the place into her workshop.
Her tools are scattered all over the place.
In a corner there's a car that has signs of being worked on recently, her first project most likely.
On the opposite side, there's a garbage truck they are all working on.
They must have got that from the junkyard, it's still covered in rust.
They are doing something with the container part of the truck.
"Please, someone explain what happened?" I asked tiredly.
I'm going to take a nap before tonight's meeting.
"Like I said, we're working on Sherrel's new project-" Da Vinci is interrupted by Sherrel.
"Before that, boss-man check it out," Sherrel said.
Sherrel walked to the car.
I walked to take a closer look.
I shrugged, "That's a nice car," I peered closer. "Is that a sedan?"
Sherrel huffed, "It's not just nice- it's amazing! And yes, it's a sedan."
I kept looking at it, trying to discern what made this car tinker tech.
I gave up after a moment.
"You're going to have to show me," I said.
Sherrel eagerly gets into the car.
My eyes widen when the car disappears.
I cautiously reached forward and made contact with it.
I laughed, "Camaflouge."
The car appears again when Sherrel exits it.
"And that's not all. It can go from zero to six hundred km/h in seconds, reinforced to the point that you can safely drive through a building and-" Sherrel pressed a button on the inside and two laser weapons extended from the front fenders.
"They showed you the rifles," I inspected the weapons.
"Oh yeah, I got some ideas now," Sherrel rubs her hands in excitement.
"And what's that?" I pointed to the garbage truck.
"This is something that is going to be very useful. This is a recycler," Edison said.
I blinked in surprise and turned to Sherrel.
"I get that vehicles is a broad term but I can't believe you can build this," I said.
Sherrel shrugged, "As long you can drive, it's fair game."
That's....wow.
"What went wrong?" I asked.
"As I said before, this moronic li-" I sent a warning glare to Tesla. "-Edison had put too much trash in the recycler and it couldn't handle the amount," Tesla explained.
"It also didn't help that the power source was cranked up to the maximum," Da Vinci commented.
"With all of that combined, you get this," Edison walked to the back of the truck.
I walked next to Edison to see what is it.
There's a hole, about two meters deep, behind the garbage truck.
Looking down, I see a pile of molten slag that's still cooling off.
"Oh boy," I said.
"Yeah, this bad boy got some serious power," Sherrel said cheerfully, petting the side of the truck.
I can feel a headache coming.
Da Vinci claps her hands, "Let's take a break. I could go for some coffee."
Edison rubs his chin, "That's not a bad idea. I believe that Saber has left some food inside the fridge."
"Nice! Her food is so good," Sherrel wipes her drool. "You're coming Da Vinci?"
"I will go later," Da Vinci said.
Sherrel, Tesla, and Edison head to the cafeteria.
Once alone I turned to Da Vinci.
"I want a raise," I said.
"You don't have a salary," Da Vinci said immediately.
"I demand a salary rather than a raise," I said.
Da Vinci shrugged, "I will see what I can do."
"Good, no-wait a second, you told her your name," I just realized that.
"So did Tesla and Edison," Da Vinci said.
"And?" I asked.
"She didn't know who we were," Da Vinci crossed her arm with a huff.
"Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow.
"History is not her forte. She also knows your name," Da Vinci said.
Well, she's part of Chaldea and it would be weird if no one told their name to her.
"How did it go?" Da Vinci asked.
"What?" I asked confused.
"School, you returned today," Da Vinci places her hands on her hips. "You did return, right?"
I rolled my eyes, "I did go to school and it was....fine."
"What happened?" Da Vinci said.
"Nothing," I said.
"Try again mister," Da Vinci pressed for an answer.
"I'm serious! Nothing happened! It was all just so..." I trailed off.
What's the word I'm looking for?
Da Vinci tilts her head, initially confused, but then her eyes widen as she grasps what I'm saying.
"Mundane? Is that what you want to say?" Da Vinci asked, her voice tinged with worry.
"Yes! That's it! The entire thing was completely mundane," I nodded satisfied.
I notice Da Vinci looking at me worriedly.
What's wi-
Oh.
"I don't know what's normal anymore, do I?" I asked.
"...our normal is different," Da Vinci said awkwardly.
I covered my face with my hands and let out a groan.
Of course, my sense of normality is all screwed up.
Da Vinci patted my back, trying to comfort me.
"I'm fucking mess," I said.
"You're not a mess. You have been through a lot," Da Vinci reassured me.
We all have.
"It's not that bad, right? I mean, no one notices anything different about me," I said, trying to alleviate the situation.
Wait, should I be happy about that?
"What about your parents?" Da Vinci
I recalled my conversation with Dad while I was at the warehouse the other day.
"They might have realized something but....fuck I don't know," I said nervously.
Da Vinci rubs her chin in thought.
"Do you plan to tell them?" Da Vinci asked.
"I'm still debating that. I want them to be part of Chaldea, you guys are also my family," Da Vinci smiled at my words. "But I don't think they can handle it."
We're going to hunt down the monster of this world.
That isn't for everyone.
"Tell them," Da Vinci said suddenly.
Da Vinci didn't give me a chance to talk.
"We're going to save the world, Henry. That's a monumental task that will consume all of your free time down the line. If you don't do anything you will never be able to truly reconnect with your family," Da Vinci said bluntly.
"I-I'm spending time with them," I said weakly.
"But it's not the same as before right?" Da Vinci asked.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
"Don't let this chance slip through your fingers," Da Vinci said gently.
She's right.
"You should also keep going to school. It's good for you to have some normalite in your life. Even if it's just for a few hours, you can be a normal teenager," Da Vinci said.
A normal teenager.
I haven't been that for a long time now.
"When should I tell them?" that's going to be one hell of a conversation.
"All soon as possible, and don't try to wait for the 'perfect opportunity' or you will be waiting forever," Da Vinci said.
I groaned, "That's going to be awful."
"Oh yeah, expect a lot of screaming, tears, and accusations. The whole shebang," Da Vinci said.
"You're not helping," I said annoyed.
"I beg to differ," Da Vinci huffed.
We exchanged a look and chuckled.
"Seriously, don't hesitate to call me or anyone else," Da Vinci said.
"Thanks. I'm going home and rest a little," I said.
I stopped at the door of the garage and turned to Da Vinci.
"Please don't blow up the hotel," I said.
"Oh come on, that was under control," Da Vinci waved off my concerns.
Great, now I'm afraid of leaving these four unsupervised.
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I was able to get some sleep but not much.
I honestly don't know how to explain Chaldea to them.
I can't just go to them and say:
Hey Mom and Dad, I have powers but I'm not a parahuman.
How do I have powers if I'm not a parahuman?
Oh, that's simple.
A magician from another dimension summoned me to save his world.
There I was able to summon legendary figures from history and with their help, I was able to save the world before coming back.
They're going to send me to a psych ward.
Fuck you, Zelretch.
I was so lost in my thoughts that if Hassan hadn't warned me, I wouldn't have gone to the meeting.
The PRT is using the Brockton General Hospital as the meeting place.
Panacea makes regular rounds there.
Arriving at the hospital I quickly spotted Paracelsus and Asclepius.
There's also a homunculus behind them, carrying a large wooden box.
People nearby are casting strange glances at the homunculus, which isn't surprising considering his humanoid shape, grey skin, and three red eyes.
"Hey," I greeted both of them.
"Hi," Asclepius said.
"Greetings master," Paracelsus said.
I glanced at the homunculus.
"If anyone asks..."
"He's my summon," Paracelsus smiled.
We're going to paint them as being the same as the dragon tooth warriors.
I don't want anyone making comparisons between Paracelsus and Nilbog.
"How long will this take?" Asclepius asked.
I shrugged, "An hour, maybe two."
Asclepius grunted and walked inside the hospital.
Oh yeah, he can't wait to study Oni Lee.
I made my way to the reception, where four nurses were stationed.
"Hi. I got a meeting with the PRT," I said.
"Ah, yes, we have been expecting you. Just a moment, please," the nurse said as she picked up the phone to make a call.
The other nurse glanced at us for a few seconds and then returned to work.
It didn't take long for Armsmaster to come pick us up.
"Magus," Armsmaster greeted me. "Who would you two be? And what's that?" he looked at the homunculus.
"I'm Asclepius," Asclepius said.
"I'm Paracelsus and this is my summon," Paracelsus said.
Okay, they are just going to say their names like that.
I glanced at Armsmaster to gauge his reaction.
Armsmaster grunted, "Follow me."
Yep, that's about right.
I actually thought that he would freak out for a moment.
We walked to the ICU section of the hospital, on the third floor. There we entered the second door to our right.
Glancing around, I noticed two empty beds. One of them was surrounded by various tinker tech scanners. Armsmaster headed straight to that bed and began organizing the scanners.
Oh hey, look.
Shielder and Laserdream are also here.
"Hey there," I approached them.
"Huh? Oh hey man, how's it going?" Shielder said with a smile.
"Could be better," I shrugged. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Laserdream."
Laserdream giggled, "Don't need to be so formal. You can call me Crystal if you want."
I rubbed my neck, "Oh, huh, okay then. I thought that you would prefer your cape name since we're working right now."
"Honestly, I don't really care. I mean, I don't even know why I bother with cape name since the entire city already knows my name," Laserdream leaned closer. "Just don't let Auntie Carol know about this. She always goes about how we represent New Wave, that we have to always be on our best behavior, and all that," Laserdream rubs her temples.
Shielder nodded wearily in agreement.
I raised an eyebrow.
"I swear it's like she thinks that I fly around naked or something," Laserdream complained.
"What about that party," Shielder asked.
Laserdream rolled her eyes, "Everyone was drinking."
"Sure, but it wasn't everyone that decided that it was a good idea to use powers to cut a watermelon," Shielder said with a shit-eating grin.
Laserdream narrowed her eyes, "You little shit."
I couldn't help but laugh at their antics.
They both returned their attention to me, unbothered that I saw this exchange.
"So yeah, I don't care what name you use," Laserdream said nonchalantly.
"Same for me," Shielder shrugged.
"I'm going to stick to your cape's name," I said.
Both shrugged in response.
"I wasn't expecting you two to be here," I said.
"Normally it's Vicky that stays with Ames in these kinds of things but she's grounded," Laserdream explained.
"Where's Panacea?" I asked.
"She went to the bathroom. It shouldn't take long for-" Shielder is interrupted by two people entering the room.
One is a doctor in his early to mid-sixties, with both his hair and beard fully white.
The other is a brunette wearing a scarf and a robe that covers her entire body.
So that's Panacea.
Huh, she looks tired.
"Ah, Magus! A pleasure to meet you. I'm Adrian Abraham, the medical director," Adrian said, shaking my hand with enthusiasm.
"Hi," I said.
"So you're the one that made that potion," Panacea raised an eyebrow.
"It was actually them," I pointed at Asclepius and Paracelsus.
Panacea immediately turned her attention to them.
"What the hell is that thing?" Panacea said, looking at the homunculus
"He's my summon. I'm Paracelsus, it's a pleasure to meet you," Paracelsus smiled.
"Asclepius," Asclepius said.
Adrian shakes both Asclepius's and Paracelsus's hands.
"Pleasure. I must say, those're some interesting names," Adrian commented.
Asclepius leans in, his gaze fixed intently on Panacea's face, studying her closely.
"What ar-" Asclepius interrupts Panacea.
"You're exhausted," Asclepius said simply.
"What?" Panacea asked.
"How long has she been working?" Asclepius asked Adrian.
"That's none of-"
"She's been working nonstop since she arrived from school," Adrian said.
Panacea stared at Adrian, her expression filled with shock.
Asclepius clicks his tongue, "Oi master. Aren't there laws that prohibit this kind of thing?"
"What I do with my time is none of your business!" Panacea snapped at Asclepius.
"If you're going to help with these tests then your health is my business now. I don't want to look after another idiot who doesn't know when to take a break, " Asclepius points at me. "One is already enough."
"Oi! I'm not that bad!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, you're," Asclepius and Paracelsus said at the same time.
Screw you two!
"Yo-you!" Panacea fumed.
"How about a compromise? Amy helps with the testing then she goes home," Adrian proposed.
"Wha-I can still work!" Panacea protest.
"And I'm grateful for your work but you also need to take care of yourself," Adrian said.
"You can keep whatever is left of the potions," I doubt that we're going to use everything.
Adrian sent me a grateful nod.
"We got it covered Amy. Besides you gotta leave us some work. I may be old but I still got it," Adrian said humorously.
Panacea shot a venomous glare at Asclepius, who merely raised a disinterested eyebrow in return.
Well, at least she isn't glaring at me.
Oh wait, I spoke to soon.
Now she's glaring at me.
One of the best healers in the world is mad at us.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
"We're ready to begin," Armsmaster said.
Did he ignore everything that just happened?
Panacea walked to the bed, muttering angrily to herself.
Asclepius and Paracelsus also walked to the bed.
The homunculus placed the wooden box next to the bed and opened it.
"You can start bringing in the patients," Armsmaster said, uncaring to the fact that Panacea was still glaring at Asclepius and me.
Read the room man!
Adrian coughed, "Yes, let's begin." He walked out of the room.
"How's this going to work?" I asked.
"The hospital has gathered several volunteers. We will start with simpler cases then gradually move to more serious ones," Armsmaster explained.
Adrian came back with a couple of PRT troopers who were assisting some patients with their relocation.
The first patient is placed on the bed.
"Dislocated shoulder," Asclepius diagnosed effortlessly with a quick glance.
"You're correct," Adrian said, surprised by the quick diagnostic.
"Here you go," Paracelsus handed a healing potion to the patient.
The patient quickly drinks the health potion, and the effect appears immediately as he moves his arm without a problem.
"How's he?" Armsmaster asked, checking the data from his scans.
"His arm is back to normal," Panacea grunted, she's holding the patient hand.
Armsmaster nods.
"Could I ask a question?" Paracelsus asked.
"What?" Panacea said annoyed.
"You're able to manipulate anyone's biology with a touch, right?" Panacea nodded. "Can you only restore the body to its normal state, or can you make further modifications?"
Panacea leaned back in surprise, Amrsmaster and Adrian turned to Paracelsus.
"I can only heal," Panacea said quickly.
Paracelsus blinked at the quick arnswer.
"Why do you want to know that?" Armsmaster asked, looking intensively at Paracelsus.
"I'm curious about different methods of healing and wanted to possibly exchange ideas with her," Paracelsus said.
Armsmaster kept looking at Paracelsus for a few more seconds before he relaxed.
"Both of you are healers," Armsmaster stated.
Paracelsus nodded and Asclepiues shrugged in response.
"What brought this question?" Adrian asked.
"One of the first lessons I learned about healing is the fragility of the human body. While there are treatments that can strengthen it, there comes a point where pushing too far can harm rather than help," Paracelsus explained.
Unless you're okay with radical changes to your biology.
Countless magus have modified their bodies in all kinds of crazy ways.
"Indeed, the human body is a complex but fragile machine," Adrian rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"I was wondering just how far Panacea's powers allow her to manipulate the biology of those she touches," Paracelsus said.
Panacea stared at Paracelsus, her expression one of shock as if she couldn't believe the question he had just asked.
"I can only heal," Panacea insisted.
Paracelsus and Asclepius exchanged a brief look.
"I see. I apologize if my question has made you feel uncomfortable. That was not my intention," Paracelsus said sincerely.
"It's fine," Panacea mumbled.
"Let's continue," Armsmaster said.
Adrian nods and brings the next patient to be placed on the bed.
Laserdream pokes me in the shoulder.
"I'm sorry about that. Normally Amy isn't so snappy," Laserdream whispered to me.
"What was that?" I whispered.
"She just hates when someone disrupts her time at the hospital," Shielder whispered.
"At least we won't have a hard time taking Amy home this time," Laserdream whispered, feeling relieved.
"I don't know how Vicky has an easier time convincing Amy," Shielder whispered.
Laserdream shrugged.
"She refuses to leave the hospital?" I whispered.
Laserdream and Shielder glanced at each other.
"Amy...she just wants to help as many people as possible," Shielder whispered after a moment of hesitation.
Help as many people as possible.
I looked blankly at Panacea.
I'm going to keep an eye on her.
I know what that mindset does to a person.
The testing continued for another two hours and so far the only patients that the potions couldn't fully heal are those that have lost a limb.
In those cases, Asclepius, Paracelsus, or Panacea would heal them to full health.
Armsmaster mentioned that he collected sufficient data and that the PRT will reach out to us later to discuss the purchase of healing potions.
Adrian gave me his personal phone and said that the hospital was also interested in purchasing healing potions.
I'm going to talk with Moriarty and ask him to lower the prices for the hospital.
He can charge as much as he wants from the PRT.
Panacea glanced at Paracelsus before departing with Laserdream and Shielder.
The first part of my night is over.
Now let's go bully the Empire.
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