Parasites, Magic And Revenge

The doctor was already expecting such a move from this crazy young man, so he wasn't too surprised. However, since he was quite ignorant about these matters, he thought he would die instantly. For no reason at all, the doctor felt compelled to help and the words poured out of his mouth: "I want to help you establish your gang."

Raven was quite taken aback and started looking into the doctor's eyes. "Why would you want to do something like that?"

After taking a deep breath, the doctor replied, "My eldest son has become addicted due to the drugs sold by these bastards. It is destroying our family both financially and emotionally. Even when I tried to get him to leave home, he threatened me. If this gang can really be stopped, I believe you can do it. Clearly, you’ve never used any drugs in your life, and your body is that of someone who fights and trains regularly. You’re a person who doesn’t give up on your goals. I want to trust you as much as you trust yourself. If you allow me, I would like to support you on this journey."

Raven, after nodding resolutely, stood up since the stitches were complete. The doctor panicked suddenly. "The stitches have just been finished; you shouldn't be getting up!"

Reluctantly, Raven lay back down. The doctor brought a pillow for his head and sat on the chair beside him. After a silence settled in the room, the doctor broke the silence: "What is your name, young man?"

Raven turned to the doctor and replied, looking with his pale eyes, "Raven, Raven Blake."

The doctor extended his hand and called out, "Oliver, Oliver Reed." They shook hands, symbolizing their temporary alliance. The doctor continued speaking, "Do you know how to establish your own gang, Raven?"

Raven replied, "No, I have no idea."

The doctor continued speaking, seemingly unfazed by the answer he received. "All new gang registrations underground are even made by the Nightmares. All organizations give a certain share of their earnings to the Nightmare Organization."

Raven nodded and began to speak, "So, where do I need to establish my new gang?"

The doctor replied, "Every month, a tournament is held underground. While existing gangs can participate to increase their reputation, new gangs can also create a new gang with their name by achieving a certain rank."

After forming a few questions in his mind, Raven started to ask them. "Does one member from each gang compete in the tournament?"

The doctor frowned and answered, "Normally, one member can compete; however, in case the main fighter cannot attend, a backup fighter can be included."

Raven thought that he needed to grow stronger as usual. Because if there were so many things he didn't know in these streets, it could never be guaranteed that he could defeat the person in front of him. Especially if he wanted to rise quickly, he had to be first. The doctor stood up and took off his apron. "It's getting late, so I'm going home. You can leave whenever you want in the morning; don’t worry about the money."

Raven reached into his bag and handed the doctor 200 credits out of the 500 credits he had. The doctor smiled as he took the money and muttered, "This isn't even half the cost, but thank you. You'll pay me back generously once you win." He left the room and turned off the lights. From that moment on, Raven had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders: he had to fight the gang, fulfill the duties of the Hunter family, and solve the school's problems. The gang problem could wait for a while; right now, his sole focus was on waiting for Miles to grow stronger while he also needed to heal and train as much as he could. As he thought about the future, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up very early in the morning, the doctor was already there, attending to his operating room. As soon as Raven opened his eyes and sat up, the doctor rushed over to him and began speaking excitedly, "Raven, I need to tell you something!"

Though Raven didn't understand why the doctor was so excited at this hour, he wasn't entirely indifferent to it. The doctor continued, "Look at your chest, quickly!"

When Raven looked, he couldn't see anything abnormal aside from the stitches and the wound. Realizing he didn't understand, the doctor continued, "The condition of your stitches right now is the same as what it should be in about a week. This means you're healing nearly ten times faster than a normal person."

Although Raven appeared unfazed, because he was healing, the doctor, Oliver, had examined Raven’s body while he was deep asleep. He noticed that there were no physical changes, meaning Raven's only physical superiority came from his body training. He hadn't used any expensive medicine or magic to heal, nor had he meditated. Since this was an impossible situation in medical history, Oliver was absolutely sure, and the words spilled out of his mouth: "Everything... everything comes from your brain. Although your body is that of an ordinary human, your brain seems to carry the soul of a god. Your combat abilities, healing speed, and fearlessness all relate to your brain. If everything comes to an end, with your permission, I would like to conduct research on you."

Raven sighed expressionlessly, turned his head away, and spoke quietly, "This isn't a blessing."

Even though the doctor could hear him easily, he didn’t understand, so he wanted to hear it again and raised his eyebrows. Raven, however, repeated more loudly, "I am not blessed. The reason for all of this is that I was born cursed."