Chapter 2 - Thoughts in my mind

I watch as they strangely kneel in front of me. Is this some kind of practice for humans? I have no memories of this. I feel it would be much better to ask.

“What are you doing?” I voice at them, to which they become visibly confused.

We are praying to God, answers the girl with a smile, followed by nods of the people. Confused I ask again.

“What is praying and who is this god?” I ask puzzled, but already guessing the answer. The girl stay quiet but after a few seconds another man speaks.

“God is God. Our creator and lord who overlooks as all. We pray as we lament and thank him for for everything.” He says confidently. What, it might feel like I tested them or something. Upsie?

“So that’s what you call the Creator. Fine. But why are you praying like that and why now? I don’t understand.”

They smile with a sour face as they tell, in front of an angel, an agent of “god” they should give their respects to ‘him’. And apparently this is how they pray. Did an angel prank them in the past or something? And why do I matter? They are always watching, me being here makes no difference. I seem to have witnessed the greed and shallowness of humanity for the first time in my life.

“Please stop and return to rest, the Creator does not wish for your health to deplete.”

It would be a problem for them to die, humans need numbers to survive. Their lives give power to the Creator, who am I to waste it? They are also part of my job in destroying the corruption. As they stand up I motion to the girl to come to me and she meekly complies. I grab her right arm a pull it in front of me, making her shriek in pain. I wince a little at the sound.

“I am sorry. Please bear with me a little, a fractured bone is very dangerous, let alone painful.”

I shudder a little at the memory of being squished by that giant bird. My bones were the least concern at that time. If I could control my Alter, I could have escaped without wasting so many points. The loss of the points hurt the most!

Ah, the girl. My mind wanders around all the damn time. Will I go through a youth period as an angel? I have no knowledge about that.

I will my Alter into her body, invading her flimsy resistance and alter her bones, willing it together. Well, she could have just let me in, but it’s quicker than talking and asking for permission. It’s not really a difficult task as I have full knowledge about the human body structure and my willpower is greater than a human’s.

Nice, bones repaired, I think as I hear crack. Shit. I might have overestimated myself. Careful, careful, I think as I carefully wave Alter into her, this time properly repairing the bone like it biologically would. While at it, let’s speed up the immune system a little. Good, good as new. It would shame the creator if I failed at something as little as this. I even have a memory fragment of a human who did this better than me. No, maybe I have these fragments to help me get better faster? There is this one with spear techniques… And-

I stop my thoughts again as the girl shrieks again, but this time in surprise.

“My arm! The angel healed my fractured arm! They said they have to cut it off but she healed it with mere touch!”

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I understand you are happy but it wasn’t much and certainly not a mere touch. Please don’t say things that make me feel like a failure. Wailings came from the others, multiple of them kneeled in front of me, together with the girl and a doctor, begging me to help them. I smile at them holding a hand out.

“Please, return to your beds, I will heal everyone one by one.” I say and walk to one of the closest wo is unable to move.

Name: Indko Leon

Vitality: 12/112

Conditions:

Minor diseases

Broken bones x3

Injuries (fatal) x2

Injuries x14

Poison(insectoid type41)

Gender: Man

Alter: 77/80

Age: 22

Strength: 101

Race: Humanoid

Control: 60

Auch. That must hurt. This will be a little harder, but it will be a good training for me. I put my hand on the injuries not minding the blood, I am still filthy anyway, to make it easier to channel Alter. With my high control I am getting better every moment I use it and using the memory fragments my mental control improves by leaps and bounds. Nice.

I move from one person to the other, healing them one by one, reaping benefits for myself. Humans are a strange bunch. There are a few humanoids mixed in, but I saw very little difference between them and normal humans. Still, the wording is strange. Why is everything centered around humans in this world? The Creator does like them, but they aren’t favouritised that much. But maybe it’s simply because there are so many of them and they have a big impact, or it’s just that they were the first intelligent beings and it wasn’t changed?

Even in the physical estimations, number 100 stands for an average human from the ancient times, but the measurement value is the same for any and all races. Even for me, I am also compared to the average ancient human. But I guess changing the etalon would be hard and unimportant, so I can understand the intentions of the Creator.

Ah! Again, I let out strange sounds, but I have found something interesting.

Name: Lofra Inda

Vitality: 8/241

Conditions:

Broken bone

Injuri (fatal)

Injuries x2

Gender: Man

Alter: 130/140

Age: 34

Strength: 192

Race: Kelpi

Control: 22

He is also very similar to normal humans, but he is of a different race. Now that I look at him, he looks much younger than his age and is quite short. Still it’s within human bounds. What is the difference?

“Sorry, first time seeing a different race.” I gently smile at him who is looking at me with a concerned face.

I push my Alter in the same as every time, but he has no resistance whatsoever. As I heal his injuries I notice the slight differences in his organs. It’s basicly the same, but better and more efficient. A true natural evolution on the path the Creator has given to him. I find real beauty in the work of the Creator, thus I admire his body with a smile.

I step back after being done, looking around me. It seems he was the last one.

“Am I done?” I ask, but no one answers.

I hear loud steps from behind the old wooden door and it is violently opened. Two men holding weapons step in, loudly asking from my healed patients.

“Where is the bird bitch? I wanna talk to her.” I turn towards him with a gentle smile as I bit down on my lip. Right. They are humans.