Healing System

Michael felt strange—ever since the fight against Su Hanjo, the people around him kept showing their respects at every opportunity.

It wouldn't normally be a problem, but at this point, it was becoming a little overbearing.

"Elder Mujin!" A shout resounded from beside him—four people, all appearing to be in their late twenties.

He waved them off and continued walking toward the mission hall, which he could already see in the distance.

At a glance, the Escort Guild didn't seem that big, but as he continued walking, its size truly amazed him.

It seemed to occupy a massive portion of the city, as though it was an integral part of it, which, in reality, was most likely the case.

Michael wasn't too familiar with murim, but he had time to figure it out—after all, he had just arrived not long ago.

When they reached the front of the mission hall, he noticed it was as bustling as the inner grounds where he had sparred just moments earlier.

It was a fairly large building, resembling the wooden pavilions he had seen before. It spanned at least 100 meters in each direction. It was really a surprise how a guild could hold this much influence.

Hu Rong looked particularly amazed, gazing around like a child—he even spoke to someone nearby, asking them all sorts of questions.

'Isn't he pushing 30?' Michael remarked with a chuckle before bringing him back and saying,

"Did you truly complete all your tests?"

"Indeed! Master Muj—"

Michael quickly interjected, "Drop the Mujin, or the master; you can choose which."

He was getting a bit tired of hearing that name—one he had randomly been given—over and over again.

Hu Rong tilted his head for a moment before nodding. "Yes, Great Mujin."

"...Nevermind." Michael facepalmed—it was no use.

The two were getting strange looks, so he decided to keep walking until they finally reached a massive board filled with all sorts of missions.

All of them related to combat and protection, of course.

'Find me one that pays well,' Michael asked the system while pretending to look around. It was strange how the only word he could read was "Escort Guild"—it felt familiar the moment he saw it.

Top left, the system announced, before sending out an invisible strand of golden mana and tapping on the mission it had in mind.

'What is it?'

You have to escort someone to a nearby city. It sounds a bit too good to be true, considering the reward is 1 gold.

'Oh right, currencies—is that considered a lot?' Michael asked while glancing around him before using mana to bring the parchment with the mission down to him.

100 Copper is 1 Silver, 100 Silver is 1 Gold, bread costs 3 Copper. Yes, it's a lot.

'Huh... then it does seem a little too good to be true. I wonder what the catch is,' he thought while showing Hu Rong the mission he picked up. The two made their way to a nearby counter where a mission clerk sat idly by.

Michael noticed the bored expression on his face, so he didn't engage in small talk—he simply handed over the parchment with the mission details.

"Hm? Old Gu's mission, are you sure?" the mission clerk suddenly asked with a raised brow.

"We are."

The mission clerk stared suspiciously before nodding and standing up. "I see... Just a moment."

With those words, he headed toward the backroom, from which a bunch of scrolls were visible through the slightly open door.

He couldn't read them from this distance since they were all rolled up neatly, but it was easy to surmise they were all missions.

A few moments later, the mission clerk came back with a stack of papers—seeming a bit excessive.

However, as he plopped them all down, he picked them up one by one and began reading aloud.

"The escort mission is officially set to start on the 126th day of the Lunar calendar, which is tomorrow."

"Details are... Gu Wan, the wandering sword apprentice, is seeking refuge in a nearby city. However, since he obtained an internal injury and there are a lot of bandits on the road, he needs help." Explore more adventures at empire

The mission clerk continued until he finally handed Michael a route—a map of sorts. There was a red dot marked in the city where they currently were, and it stretched out toward a city that didn't seem to be that nearby.

'Is the scale messed up? That looks extremely far to be called a nearby city...'

Nope, that's accurate. This world—like many other murim worlds—is many times larger than your previous one. The population is off the charts as well.

Michael frowned. If he were alone, traveling that distance wouldn't take long. However, he would be traveling with a supposedly injured man. The journey could take weeks. But, of course, as long as it's not something abnormal, he would be able to heal him.

"Ah, here are some notes Old Gu left behind for you," the mission clerk suddenly said, pulling out a few tattered scrolls covered in wrinkly letters.

He didn't need to know the language to figure out that whoever wrote it was either drunk or illiterate.

As he gazed at the content, his suspicions were confirmed by the system.

Heya, bring booze and women—preferably... curvy women.

The writing trailed off a bit near the end, but Michael simply ignored it. He was broke—fulfilling the client's needs before the mission even started wasn't his objective.

Afterward, he was handed some sort of wooden medallion, one that had the Escort Guild's name on it, along with a number—likely used to identify and confirm the completion or failure of the mission.

"Sign this, and this too..." The mission clerk began handing over scrolls, ones that contained some documented info.

However, Michael had a grim look, unable to write in this language. He turned to his helper, Hu Rong.

Who, for some reason, also looked perplexed.

"Disciple Hu Rong?"

"Master Mujin... I am unskilled in the scholarly arts." He bowed deeply, cupping his fists.

Michael nodded mindlessly before looking up at the ceiling. '...System?'

A bit of a pathetic performance, I'd say.

'Obviously. Can you help out?'

Sure, the system answered, but Michael felt a shiver rolling up his spine.

Suddenly, his hand began moving by itself as he picked up a nearby writing brush and began to doodle—or so it seemed at first.

In a few short moments, he managed to fill up the entire section for both himself and Hu Rong.

But he didn't stop there—he quickly filled out the rest of the scrolls, leaving the mission clerk in awe at his speed.

Once he was done, Michael regained control of his body and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, as he turned to look at the clerk's expression, he saw him holding back a laugh before speaking.

"Hu Rong and... pftt... Choi Gyeo?" The mission clerk tried his best to suppress a laugh, but a faint chuckle escaped his mouth.

'System? What does that mean?' Michael narrowed his eyes.

I wonder? The system replied teasingly, ignoring his question.

"Here, you can meet the client at this location if you'd like. If not, just wait until tomorrow. That is all." The mission clerk said before passing him a note and taking the paperwork to the backroom.

Michael glanced at what was written and furrowed his brow.

'He's staying at a brothel...?'