Code Collector

Chapter 161: The Grand Burner

When Lin gave Allen several Codes for them to burn in the Skill Altar, the woman had given them a lot of Codes and high quality ones too. Each of them have the necessary level and EXP to ascend to Eternity, with Gwen having the most basic level.

It was required to be level 60 to ascend from Haven to Paradise, and then level 150 to ascend to Eternity. While Allen was level 159, Gwen was at level 151, meaning her level was more than most of the Hunters in the world they were in.

This being said, her capabilities of her healing Codes had greatly increased. The four of them took what they need and burned what they didn't, that's why they had Codes that were saved from being burned and they were using now.

Gwen kneeled in front of the man, making sure that there were eyes on her. Their plan was to fuel all the rumors to increase their popularity, just so the Hunters would question the ranking system. It will then be nothing but chaos.

"Sir, your wounds are deep and you need professional medical help," Gwen said with a loud voice. "I am a mere D ranker. I don't know if I can heal you."

"Just do it," the man sighed. "I do not care anymore. Just relieve the pain, even just until the medical team comes."

"Yes, sir," Gwen said. She placed both her hands on the man's chest, taking a deep breath as she activated her Code. "Weeping Glory."

Weeping Glory, a Grand grade Code which allows the user to cast a powerful and effective healing spell on a target. This skill Code searches the base of the wound and intensity the regeneration abilities of the target, healing even deep cuts in just mere seconds.

Gwen's hand glowed with a soft green light. The light covered the entire body of the man, drawing people's attention towards it. In just a matter of ten seconds, the beaten up state of the man had completely vanished.

His cuts and bruises were gone, as if nothing happened to him at all. Gwen faked sighed and almost fall to the side to pretend that she used her best to do the healing process. Allen wanted to smirk, but he held it in. Instead, he helped Gwen get back on her feet.

"Thank you, Dante," Gwen said. "I just feel quite dizzy."

"You'll feel even more dizzy after you see the looks on everyone's faces," Allen chuckled. "Look."

Gwen looked up and saw everyone's gaze at her. Although they were some that were mixed with jealousy, fury, and even admiration, the common mix was shock. How could a D ranker cast a skill that healed wounds in a brief moment of time?

"Impossible," the woman who refused them gasped. "But she's a mere D ranker. How could she do it?"

"Wait, isn't that" the other woman whom she was working with trailed off.

"Jefferson Parish," Wesley entered the hospital, making everyone look at him in shock. "I heard from a little birdy that you were mugged in an alley. Are you okay?" 

"Of course, I am," Jefferson grinned. He turned to look at Gwen and bowed at her. "Thank you, ma'am. I am truly grateful for your help."

Gwen was lost for words. The dirtied and beaten up state of the man earlier was gone and yet she just looked at his face, to see a handsome man with perfect everything. This man also looked a lot like Wesley, which made her think that they are related.

"Sir," the nurse from the counter who refused them ran towards Wesley and kneeled. "I did not knew it was him, I'm so sorry. It was because these D rankers brought him inside that I did not check on the patient. They're the ones to blame."

"Oh?" Wesley tilted his head to the side. He walked past the nurse and stood in front of the four, his eyes showing no emotion that Allen could read. Even when this man was nothing compared to Sebastian in terms of power, he has a superior talent for hiding his aura. "These four?"

"Yes," the nurse stood and glared at Allen and his friends. "If they weren't the ones who brought him in, we would've helped Mr. Jefferson right away. Maybe they even beat Mr. Jefferson and bring him here just so they could look like they're heroes."

"Uhm, excuse you, but we're newbies in Paradise," Gwen said while snapping her fingers in the air. "We don't know anyone here and we're still trying to figure out how politics works around here, because truthfully, it's different."

"Of course it is," the nurse scoffed. "But it's easy. You D rankers deserve to be kneeling on the ground"

The nurse didn't get to finish when a sound of slapping shocked the entire floor. The woman fell to the ground, her hand placed on her cheek and her eyes were wide in shock. Wesley stood in front of her with a wide smile.

"I really don't like loud people," Wesley's smile vanished. He turned around to face Allen and his friends, this time Allen was now standing in front of his friends, defending them from the dangerous man. "Oh, I'm also not violent. She just irked me to the point where I had no other choice."

"Mr. Wesley, what do you want from us?" Allen asked. "I don't think you can have anything from us D rankers."

Wesley chuckled. "No, I just wanted to thank you. Please come with me to the rooftop real quick. There are too many people here."

The four had no choice but to follow Wesley and Jefferson on the rooftop of the hospital. They were standing in the middle while Wesley was facing them, Jefferson was around the area patrolling for any kind of spy.

"A healer that was my friend was about to take over your healer when the light started to glow," Wesley said. "He reported that Jefferson suffered deep cuts and very dark bruises that even he would have a hard time healing. But your healer did in under a minute. Which is quite impressive if you ask me."

Allen was on edge. He didn't know what conclusion Wesley would have from this, but what he knows is that if their identity and goal would be found out and Wesley refuses to cooperate, they have no other chance but to offer him to the Soul Burners. This option would be much better if in case something happens.

"So?" Allen asked rather bravely. "What is it that you wanted to tell us? That our healer is too good and you want to take her with you?"

Wesley laughed, "What? I have a healer already. Two is not good, don't you think? It gets too crowded."

"Then what do you want Gwen for?" Allen asked. This is when Wesley got serious.

"Oh, nothing," Wesley chuckled. "I forgot what was I about to say. But anyway, I'm going now. See you all later."

Wesley left with Jefferson trailing him, but before the latter could exit, he ran over towards Allen briefly, "He was actually trying to thank you for saving me. He's not good with words, you see. Also, he wanted to let you guys exit the crowd that was forming. There were surely people who will try and ask you a couple of things."

"Oh," was all Allen could say. "But what's your relationship with him? Why does he seemed to protective of you?"

Jefferson glanced at the door where Wesley exited. He then turned to the others and smiled, "I'm his late fiance's brother. My sister told him to take care of me, so that's what he's doing this. As a legacy for her."

"Oh," the four chorused. It wasn't long until Jefferson left them in the rooftop. 

It was indeed a favor from Wesley when he brought them to the rooftop. The people downstairs would surely be boiling with questions, and they would try and ask Gwen things, but what Wesley didn't know was that it was all part of their plan.

"All that publicity stunt," Gwen groaned. "All wasted."

"No," Allen said. "It's not wasted. We still have something to look forward to."

The boy raised his hand and a piece of paper was there. "Wesley gave this to me secretly. It's an address and the address points to an alley."

"What does it mean?" Jeremy asked.

"We will find out."

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Blargh!"

Allen and his friends arrived at a scene where the Soul Burners are doing their job. They were now targeting a man that was on his knees, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"What the hell is happening?" Allen gasped. They tried to step back and leave but another Soul Burner blocked their path. "Excuse me, we have to go. We didn't mean to intrude with your job."

"The Grand Burner would like to speak with you. All four of you," the man said. "Please follow me."