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The System, or as he called himself, Michael, sat down over the void black hole. His body still looked very weak and frail. I noticed many cracks over his body, as if he were made of thin glass. Each error seemed to have broken through this body, perhaps the presentation of his soul, the core of the System itself being him.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, caressing his wounds.
"I might heal over time… Or not." He coughed. "This is… My soul, as bare as it can be. However, from what I remember… My power, Memories, and Soul's True Strength have all been Sealed. So It's not as if I can do much, even with my soul exposed."
"Is there a way to heal you?" I wondered, looking at him. For the first time ever, I actually felt pity for this asshole that always treated me like shit.
