BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM - Chapter 905: Goodbye (1)

All of these thoughts and all of these assumptions. Made Erik think.

“I wonder…”

“I wonder what, Master?”

“I wonder how, dad, the blackguards… How did they travel through the Mur continent if this is the situation?”

Erik leaned back in his chair, contemplating what his father had said. “The Blackguards survived in Mur, yet a single Hevadrin nearly killed me.”

June’s brow furrowed. “It is curious. The creatures there are immensely powerful, according to what we know. I can’t imagine how even the Blackguards got through such a place. Maybe there aren’t only monsters as strong as wyverns or the Hevadrin you faced, but the strength of the stragglers that arrived on Mannard was high.”

“Something isn’t adding up.” Erik rose and began pacing the room.

“Dad said he followed the Blackguards and saw how even they struggled. They are extraordinary individuals, yet their strength pales compared to the Hevadrin’s, much like a wyvern’s does to the Cerulean bird. Things must have been worse than Dad said. There must be more to this.” A thought struck him.

“I need to speak to him again and ask him directly how they survived. He had been rather vague the last time. ”

Lucius had more pressing matters to tell Erik the other day, so it was clear he didn’t talk about the situation in Mur from the Thaid front. He likely thought Erik would be able to take care of

it.

This situation was both peculiar and relatable at the same time. Erik was immensely powerful -maybe the strongest person on the planet, considering an individual level-but the monsters there had to be strong, even stronger than him.

“Should we go ask him?” Erik asked.

“It’s three in the morning, master. Your father is likely resting.”

“Right.”

“Aside from that, we should bring him to a healer or get healing powers. We need to fix his legs and his general condition. If we don’t move now, your father will die.”

“I wonder why the healing potions didn’t work…” Erik said. But the truth was that what was ailing his father was not something a simple healing potion could fix.

“We can’t bring a healer here, and I don’t know how to bring him to a city. Let’s assume we do; maybe he won’t survive the journey. Assume he does; we still need to bring him inside, but with the Blackguards and Volkov’s people around, it won’t be easy.”

“This only leaves…”

“Yes. We must kill a healer.”

June stopped to pause. “It will take a week to reach New Alexandria by flying at full speed. Do you think…?”

“We can only hope he survives until we are back.”

A soft knock came at Erik’s bedroom door.

“Come in,” Erik said.

Noah entered, his mask ever present. “I apologize for disturbing you. I didn’t know if you were awake yet, master.”

Erik offered a wan smile. “Yeah, I feel better already.”

“I can see that, Master. I’m very happy to see you well now. You scared us all.”

“I’m sorry.” Erik looked at his first clone and asked, “Is there a reason why you are here this late?”

“Yes… I came here to talk to June; of course, I thought you were still unconscious. But since you are awake, I think I should inform you.”

His tone remained somber. Erik’s senses prickled with alarm. “You don’t sound joyful. What’s wrong?”

Noah hesitated, then sighed. “It’s your father, master. Despite the doctors’ best efforts, his condition has taken a turn for the worse. I’m afraid Lucius will not last much longer.”

A stunned silence filled the room. Erik had hoped-foolishly, it seemed-that with rest and potions, his father might pull through until he healed him. But now Noah was telling him otherwise.

“Tell me exactly what happened.” Erik’s voice quivered.

“It happened this evening when you left. The nurses informed me that your father began thrashing in his sleep, gripping the sheets as if in pain. Nothing we did could wake or calm him. His breathing grew labored and shallow.”

Noah paused, thinking of the scene with clear distress.

“The doctors were called. They said his infections had worsened, ravaging his body with a fever. Without the right potions, machines, or healers, they could not break it.”

Erik felt cold, imagining his father’s suffering without him there. If only he didn’t go hunting…

“I must see him,” Erik said, throwing back the blankets.

He was full of vigor, which surprised even his first clone. June told him he got the Hevadrin’s brain crystal power and was aware that he was going to absorb it as soon as he woke up. But Noah didn’t think the effect would be this good. It was astounding.

Erik followed Noah down the hall, with June at his heels. As they approached Lucius’s room, Erik saw his clones gathered outside the door with mournful expressions.

The sterile white walls seemed to close in on Erik as he took in the downcast faces of his

clones.

Even the usually cheerful June appeared sullen and distraught, his usual smile replaced with a mournful frown. Erik felt a sense of dread settle in his chest, wondering what state his father awaited him beyond the closed door.

The clones parted to let Erik through. He entered. His father was barely conscious beneath the sheets, his skin ashen and his face covered in a sheen of sweat.

Much more than the last time he saw him. Lucius’s breathing was shallow and ragged.

At the sound of Erik’s approach, Lucius opened his eyes with visible effort. A hint of relief

came over his face at the sight of his son.

“Erik…you’re awake…” Lucius said. “I thought…”

“I’m here, dad. Try not to talk.”

Lucius coughed weakly. “How… are you… What happened outside the forest?”

“Nothing to worry about, dad. It was just a thaid. There is nothing you haven’t seen on the

Mur continent.”

“That’s exactly… the reason I was worried…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore… I’m ok. You see?”

“Yes… yes… thanks god.”