Hero Game: Transcend the Realms (SciFic Series #1)

Chapter 7: Recovery

"What do you mean?" Savior asked weakly in confusion.

"At the age of the sixteen, you became a Silver Rank Adventurer and at age seventeen you're about to break through to Gold. Not everyone can do that you know." I smiled in genuine admiration. 

In the Adventurer profession, Adventurers are ranked in ten different levels depending on skill: Green, Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Purple-Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Psuedo-Legend, and Legend. I am only a Green Rank Adventurer because I started late and the difference between me and Savior, who started a year earlier, is three ranks. This scale is also used to rank the rarity of equipment, for example, my armor is Purple Gold Rank.   

"But... that doesn't change the fact that I was crushed by those wyverns easily?" She averted her eyes. 

"That is not what's important right now. The fact that you stood up against them despite the odds of defeating them being close to zero,  that means that you are willing to take the sliver of chance even if you are defeated. Heck! You are the Savior meaning you have the weight of the world placed on your shoulders. To be able to maintain a stable mentality even when the fate of the world is in your hands, that is what makes you strong!" 

Her eyes widened as tears trailed down her face washing some of the blood off her pale skin. 

"Thank you for those kind words. However, I don't think I could continue to be the Savior everyone wants me to be... I am  still too weak..." 

"Then use this defeat this propel you to higher levels. Even, if we lose, we just keep on going. You can't change the past but you can change the future. You may have lost the battle but the Demons haven't won the war!" I rose my voice. 

"Think over what you said!" She retorted despite being heavily injured. 

"I may not be a Savior nor may I understand your position. However, if something is troubling you, you have people who will listen to you! They don't look like it, but they care for you!" 

It seems as though I struck a chord in her. 

"They care?" 

"Of course!" I replied.

I was almost done healing her as men arrived dressed in white robes came out of an ambulance. They wore cough mask and on the back of their robes, was an insignia with an angel holding on to a cross. Pulling out a stretcher from the back, they rush over to Savior. 

"Seems like the Chruch's medics are here," I said glancing over to the men clad in white. 

I move out of the way for the medics to lift Savior body into the ambulance. Meanwhile, civilians came out of the shelters indistinctly chattering amongst themselves. The battle was over and the sun finally pierced the clouds of ashes and black smog; however, this was not the end and I knew that for a fact. 

Hatsu came running at me, the little cub pounced on me wagging his tail and licking my face with his tiny pink tongue. 

"Hastu, you're okay!" I shouted picking up the pup and placing him on my shoulder.

"Arf." Hatsu barked and nodded.  

Laughing in the midst of the ruined city, I smile at Hatsu. I then turn my attention to Savior who has been loaded onto the stretcher. I walk up to her to see how she is doing. Lying down on the stretcher as the Church medics carry her to the ambulance, she weakly grins at me. 

"Thank you." Was the last thing she said before she was loaded into the ambulance. 

Now since that was over, I decided to leave the scene until a tall man with a mustache with a blue robe appeared before me. He was a Church official.