In Gregory Blackwell's office.
"Sorry, I was delayed due to an urgent eting," Gregory Blackwell explained to Blaze Morrow and his companion, having arrived a bit late. "We just received news that a new demon god was born in the Abyss, but don't worry, it's been handled."
The two Battle Chiefs stood like students in front of him. Blaze Morrow respectfully said, "Professor Gregory, if you're busy, we can co back another day. My condition isn't serious; it's not urgent."
"It's fine, you're already here, I wouldn't want you to have made the trip for nothing."
Gregory Blackwell turned to Bob, "You're Bob Emberclad, right? If I rember correctly, you were the second one in your class to beco a Battle Chief."
Bob Emberclad blushed and nodded, "Professor Gregory, you rembered correctly."
Being rembered by Professor Gregory was an honor. In fact, Professor Gregory rembered the na of every student.
Bob Emberclad covered up the chief badge on his clothing, feeling utterly embarrassed.
He had embarrassed himself in front of Professor Gregory! It must have been Blaze Morrow's bad influence!
Bob thought to himself that he should keep his distance from Blaze Morrow in the future, feeling that his friend's mind wasn't quite right, as if it had been damaged.
"You were injured back then, and I've studied your dical records. Unfortunately, my abilities weren't enough to help, but thankfully, the source of life was available." Professor Gregory sighed with a hint of relief, "It seems the source of life worked well. You should get a comprehensive check-up when you have the chance.
We're studying the ongoing effects of the source of life and how to manufacture it."
Bob Emberclad nodded continuously, "Definitely, definitely!"
"Blaze's issue might be related to the soul, I need you to step out for a mont."
"Okay."
Bob Emberclad left the office, closing the door behind him.
Gregory Blackwell sat down and gestured for Blaze Morrow to do the sa. "First, fill out this questionnaire, and after that, I have so questions for you."
Blaze Morrow quickly filled out the form and handed it back to Gregory Blackwell.
As Gregory reviewed the form, he asked, "Besides the headache, do you have any other symptoms?"
"No."
"Have you ever heard of the side effects of [mory Seal]?"
Blaze Morrow honestly answered, "No." What was a mory Seal?
"The side effects of [mory Seal] can include a decrease in intelligence, ntal haziness, lack of concentration, and mory decline."
"I'm hearing about this for the first ti," Blaze Morrow said, puzzled. "Professor Gregory, what does this have to do with ?"
"Don't misunderstand, the diagnostic thod for soul-related issues is by exclusion. I'm not suggesting that your mory has definitely been sealed. Sealing the mory of a peak Battle Chief would be difficult even for a Battle Lord."
Blaze Morrow nodded slowly; Gregory Blackwell was right. With his strength, very few in the world could seal his mory without him noticing!
Gregory Blackwell confird again, "So, you don't have any of the symptoms I ntioned, right?"
"Right."
Trying to phrase his words carefully, Gregory Blackwell ventured, "Did you know, there's a curse that, once cast, can automatically seal mories related to the side effects of [mory Seal]?"
"What?"
Blaze Morrow didn't understand Gregory Blackwell's point at first.
After a few more explanations, Blaze Morrow finally got it. "Sheesh—That's terrifying! So, you're saying that soone whose mory has been sealed wouldn't even know they've experienced side effects because that part of their mory would be sealed too?"
"Correct."
After receiving Gregory Blackwell's confirmation, Blaze Morrow sighed, "It's tough for those whose mories are sealed. Professor Gregory, let's talk about my headache."
The headache wasn't a side effect of mory sealing, so Blaze Morrow felt reassured.
Gregory Blackwell nodded solemnly, "Alright."
...
The two talked for over ten minutes. Gregory Blackwell asked many soul-related questions, and Blaze Morrow answered truthfully.
"I have a clear understanding of your situation now. You might have suffered a recent severe head injury, possibly an intermittent concussion."
Gregory Blackwell pulled out a dical record, pointing to a line, "It says here you were injured on duty, so related dical expenses are waived."
Blaze Morrow looked a bit embarrassed and at a loss for words, "This..."
"I understand."
Gregory Blackwell didn't press further but set all the docunts aside.
"This isn't sothing a soul elent strongman can solve, but it's also not a big issue."
With those words from Professor Gregory, Blaze Morrow felt much relieved.
Gregory Blackwell continued, "If you're willing to leave Florida and change your environnt, your headache symptoms might lessen significantly, even disappear."
Blaze Morrow hesitated, probing, "So, you're saying I'm not sick, right?"
He wasn't planning on changing his environnt anyti soon. Even if he wasn't watching over Mike, he needed to look after his granddaughter.
The front lines were tense, and Blaze Morrow's combat abilities were not at their peak; he needed so ti to recover. Soon, he might not even have the chance to stay on Earth.
Gregory Blackwell was precise in his wording, "You can understand it that way; you're not sick, and you don't need dication. But I still recomnd you move to another city."
"I'm going to the Abyssal Plane soon, so I don't plan to leave Florida for now. But with your words, I'm relieved to know I'm not sick, thank you so much!"
Blaze Morrow felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and was about to leave.
Before he could depart, Gregory Blackwell casually remarked, "If you're not planning to change environnts soon, I suggest you strengthen yourself as much as possible. Be ready for battle at any mont. After all, nowhere is safe right now, and a crisis could happen at any ti."
"Understood!"
"And..."
Gregory Blackwell hesitated, then added, "Be kind to the young people around you; they are the future of Earth."
"Yes!"
As Blaze Morrow's figure disappeared, Gregory Blackwell began to write his report.
"Repeated mory seals significantly affect a peak Battle Chief's intelligence and comprehension abilities..."
"Intelligence might not consistently decline but can fluctuate within a small range, showing peaks of high-level intelligence in certain situations..."
"The significant side effects are likely due to the sudden and irregular nature of [mory Seal]. If done regularly and on schedule, the side effects could be reduced or even eliminated, pending further experints and observations..."
"If subjected to multiple mory seals, one might develop a certain resistance to soul elent skills."
...
Training gym.
After finishing a day's lessons, Mike and Cain followed Kaelum.
"Senior, where are you taking us?"
"You'll see when we get there!"
After several twists and turns, Kaelum led them to a tal door.
A sign next to the door read: [chanical Elent Equipnt Storage]
"Here we are!"
Standing in front of the equipnt storage, Kaelum's eyes sparkled, "Mike, whether you can stay or I can successfully advance depends on this guy!"
He pushed open the tal door, revealing hundreds of shelves filled with an array of chanical elent equipnt.
"Mike, pick a couple that suit you; we'll take them to the Tower of Truth for so practice today."
Kaelum pointed to the equipnt in the warehouse, "According to the combat rules, you can choose chanical equipnt for assistance. You can't carry energy ores, and there are a few other restrictions. Anyway, with these guys' help, your strength will definitely improve a lot!"
As they approached the warehouse, Cain began searching for chanical equipnt that suited him.
Mike's gaze, however, settled on a Big Bertha.
Very imposing, and Mike liked it.
There was just one small issue:
"If I bring this thing to the fight, won't the instructor get mad?"
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