"I will heal you Ms. Isvaeriel. For repaying the kindness that you showed me, I'll definitely heal you!"

At his words, Cipher's build was engulfed in a fiery surge of energized and excited indigo colored Psions, both Technokinesis and Psychokinesis in full force as both powers melded together in an unending spiral.

BZZ!

A fog of black miasma escaped from his pores, forming a dense shroud in the air. The smog which was made of tiny sophisticated microscopic mechanisms landed on Isvaeriel's build and it spreaded all over her upon contact, entering her bloodstream through her pores.

These specks of microscopic mechanisms were called Nanites, a mechanical or electromechanical device whose dimensions are measured in nanometers (millionths of a millimeter, or units of 10 -9 meter) and one of Earth's greatest achievements in the field of science and technology.

There were several applications to nanotechnology by types;

Nanomedicine Nanobiotechnology Green technology Nanoart Energy applications Industrial applications

Nanomedicine is the medical application of Nanotechnology to cure illnesses such as cancer and they come in several types, mostly drug capsules. Nanobiotechnology (Nanobiology) is best described as helping modern medicine progress from treating symptoms to generating cures and regenerating biological tissues.

Gene-C, the nanomachines that was currently inside Isvaeriel were a combination of the two applications.

"Ghost Eye, take over the barrier and drone control for me."

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Feeling the heavy sensation in his mind somewhat lifted, Cipher focused all his attention on the healing procedure. Multi-tasking was not new to Cipher, he had already done it multiple of times when he was a terrorist back then but doing multiple task that drains a large amount of an individual's energy (psychic energy) was something he wasn't familiar with.

There was a reason why Cipher employed the help of his microscopic technological pets.

Psionic Healing was without a doubt, a valuable ability. He knew he had a vast quantity of Psychic energy produced by Psionic particles running amok inside his enhanced brain and mending a person's health was something he could do with ease.

However, there were certain limitations.

First and foremost was that his Psychic energy was limited. Yes he has an enormous of mental energy but it wasn't infinite.

It wasn't boundless. And even if he forced his evolved cerebral matter to create more Psionic particles, there might be a tendency that he would likely strain himself.

Which could result to massive headaches.

Second was that he hasn't mastered yet the implementation of Psionic Healing in regenerating damage tissues in a molecular level.

That was the gap that Gene-C nanomachines had to fill in.

A couple of seconds passed.

Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes flip into hours and Cipher, who was now drenched with sweat, kept activating his Healing powers in conjunction with his technological pets who were swimming inside Isvariel's bloodstream, wiping out any possible impurities that they might find.

HUM!

A gentle hum echoed within the shelter produced by Cipher's Psychic energy and behind the scene, Ghost Eye was closing monitoring its host's vital signs and energy levels.

HUM!

The smooth and soft reverberating sound continued and momentarily Cipher furrowed his brows as his brain received information from the Gene-C nanites

His microscopic machines had found something. Commanding his minuscule minions, half of the Gene-C nanomachines began to scoop up the unidentified microbes while the other half were busy regenerating and replacing Isvaeriel damaged cellular tissues with new ones, and undoing and breaking any genetic disorder that they might find.

BZZ!

A smaller fog of nanites emerged from Isvaeriel, holding the invasive infectants in their bodies.

PING!

From the corner of Cipher's head, a bluish screen emerged out of nowhere displaying a character icon with a name [[Inventory]]. In there, three sub-menu like displays were visible; Equipment, Items, and Skills.

It was a system called User Interface, a Technological Construct pre-programmed and created by Cipher's subconscious in order to accommodate and categorize every abilities that its host has. A concept that was borrowed from various MMORPG's and realized using Technokinesis.

Ghost Eye, who was using the interface, then stored the nanites in the inventory for further studies. The nanomachines that were floating aimlessly in the atmosphere miraculously vanished.

PING!

The User Interface dissipated as it made a unique sound.

Sensing the other half of nanites were taken care of by Ghost Eye, Cipher then refocused his attention on Isvaeriel.

Although he had manage to expel the impurities and healed the female Elzoren-Vyx'ue hybrid's damaged organs, Cipher encountered another problem.

"Her energy is still low..."

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"But my Energy Transfer percentage is still below 20%. Though I can use it, I still need to convert my Psychic Energy to the ones that is circulating within her and brilliantly, my Energy Conversion is just at 15%."

Cipher delivered, placating a sarcasm on the latter part of his message.

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Ghost Eye suggested which earned the sweating Cipher a raised eyebrow.

"You're suggesting me to do it by the mouth. That's kissing..."

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"O-Oi!"

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Letting the A.I.'s snide comment slide, Cipher could only agree to Ghost Eye's suggestion.

But first he need to do some homework.

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Creeping his Psychic Energy inside the woman's energy system, Cipher was instantly met by an unfamiliar reaction.

"Strange. My energy is somehow attracted to hers yet at the same time it repels them."

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And the brown haired boy could agree to that evaluation.

Being a Dynamokinetic, Cipher could tell the difference between different energies. His psychic energy gave off a lukewarm steam sensation while the woman's was akin to sensation of being covered with milk.

After further examination and assessing every variables, Cipher had concluded that Isvaeriel's energy was Magical Energy. An energy that was essential in using the arts of Magic.

Grasping the gist of Magical Energy, Cipher then began the process of Energy Conversion.

It was a power that converts one form of energy into another.

First he flood a small amount of Psychic Energy from his mind. Still having the grasp and structure of Magical Energy in his head, the psychic energy upon reaching Cipher's throat slowly changed to Magical Energy though it took him quite an effort to convert it into a considerable amount.

Feeling that he had converted a plentiful amount of Psychic Energy to Magical Energy, the brown haired boy then moved closer to the unconscious woman.

Cipher had to fight the blush on his cheeks as he leaned closer to Isvaeriel's face.

He then pressed his lips against her, pushing the converted energy towards the woman's orifice.

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"Hah... hah... hah..."

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"Hah... hah... How much energy I have left?"

Cipher asked, still panting from exhaustion.

Energy Transferal was something not to be trifled with. It was a delicate operation that needs precision and accuracy.

One needs to monitor his or her own energy while doing the transfer. If not, he or she might accidentally exhaust his or her reserves and transfer all of it to the reciever which can cause to the user's death.

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Gasping for air, a small smile crept on Cipher's face. The amount of energy that he'd lost was quite large and he could only blame it on how low his Energy Conversion ability. But in any case, he had succeeded in averting Isvaeriel's health from the edge of the cliff.

And that was what only matters to him.

Regaining a little strength and seeing how Isvaeriel was sleeping with a fair complexion and relaxed breathing, Cipher's thoughts then dawned on the microbes that his nanomachines had captured.

"Ghost Eye, have you done any analysis regarding on the unknown variable?"

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Ghost Eye replied and a series of holographic screens materialized in the air displaying energy readings and composition of the unknown material, before the A.I. continued,

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"Flower pollens?"

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One of the screen then zoomed in, showing a detailed structure of a black violet speck.

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"You say it feeds on an energy source, how about Psychic Energy?"

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Cipher nod his head in understanding though he was amused on how fast Ghost Eye named the particle that made up Magical Energy, he didn't show it. His thoughts then hovered at the black magic-eating particle.

It might be an Anti-Magic biological weapon created by a certain person.

"But who?"

Asking himself, Cipher wondered who might be responsible for creating such destructive poison.

His mind then wandered on several information and thoughts that floating in his mind.

About the particle and the pollen... the plague that struck the Vruedipian populace... the assassin that tried to kill him... the Maste that Isvaeriel had conversed with...

And then like loading a clip to a gun, it clicked.

"Ah...I see what's going on."

The brown haired boy's facial expression became a renowned tactician that just finally uncovered his opponent's ploy.

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"Using a hired killer instead a proper military man entails that the kingdom was coerced or forced to take such action. Knowing how Vruedipians prohibits infanticide and child-killing, there's a high probability that there is a higher power at work here, forcing the idea that I caused the plague."

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"Which brings us to a conclusion: Gods. Also Cyzris warnings about my possible demise and tasking Isvaeriel to guard me gives us another clue. That is, the Mastam if my hypothesis is correct, are somewhat having an internal strife between those who wanted to kill me and those who oppose such decision."

As Cipher said this, he clenched his tiny yet tired hands into a ball of hardened fists.

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Cipher was silent for a moment as he contemplate his choice.

But then he only reply with a sly smile as an odd idea came to him.

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Cipher nodded his head as he assume a lotus sitting posture.

"I know. Once I manage to master that skill, I could start creating weapons that would make all Divine beings' knees and legs tremble in fear like the ones on Typemoon games."

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"No worries. Once I masked myself with Magical Energy, we could begin our adventure throughout the continent without any fear."

Ghost Eye didn't respond knowing the strong and viable points that its host's reasoned out.

As its host's dive in to his mindscape to begin his training, the A.I. silently observe its surroundings as the first ray of sunlight made its presence known.