Healing System-Chapter 280 : Heaven Academy

"I don't have money," Michael refuted, making the two angels' expressions drop.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do now?"

"Why are you asking me!? How would I know!?"

They were quarreling, and in the meantime, Michael decided to take a look around the place.

Ever since he first arrived, he hadn't had time, but now was perfect.

The sky looked the same as on Earth, yet most, if not all, of the buildings shared the same shade.

Golden and white—befitting of Heaven.

However, it felt eerily empty, which likely had something to do with what the angels had said earlier.

There hadn't been any new angels in a while, which meant that something had happened.

And even then, the ones he saw roaming around all seemed completely uninterested in his existence.

In the end, it was perfect, since he didn't want to be noticed.

Now, he had to take care of the problem of him smelling like shit—standing beside two idiots who smelled even worse.

"Want to just jump over?" one of them suggested through a shaky tone.

"W-What!?" The second angel jumped up in surprise. "Do you think we can escape the wrath of God if we go through with this? The golden rule is to not sin in Heaven!"

God? That word caught Michael's attention.

"What do you mean? God? Isn't he dead?"

"Huh? Well, yeah, but his laws aren't," one of the angels replied, puzzled. "Don't you know the basics of Heaven?"

Noticing the situation was steering in a bad direction, Michael decided to play the stupid card.

"I was just born, remember?"

"Oh... Right, I guess that kind of makes sense." The angel chuckled before turning to his friend. "Lundel, if you squeeze your wings hard enough, maybe a bit of money will come out. Give it a go for our sake."

"Do you seriously think I stick money inside my wings?" The second angel, Lundel, scoffed.

However, clear hesitation was present on his face.

Soon, he shook his wings, and to everyone's surprise, some golden currency fell out.

"I told you, Lundel, you're not the only one sticking money inside your wings." The first angel let out a laugh and pocketed the money before bringing it over to the angel in charge of the toll and paying for their tickets.

It was interesting that, in order to enter the academy, one must pay.

But aside from that, Michael merely walked forward, entering a massive courtyard where he could see hundreds of angels with equally white wings gathered.

Some glanced toward him with disgust, but upon noticing who Michael was walking beside, they flashed him looks of pity instead.

I'm in cahoots with the delinquents, I guess. Michael sighed and stood as far as he could from the other students.

"Rass, did you bring it?" Lundel asked with a grin.

The first angel, Rass, nodded before swiftly pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Dying was worth it," Lundel remarked and swiftly took one before lighting it.

"Yep," Rass agreed, doing the same.

Yet as they were about to start smoking, they flashed a glance toward Michael.

"Want one?"

Michael stared at them speechlessly before letting out a sigh. "I'll have to pass."

"Suit yourself." They shrugged and began smoking.

As for Michael, he evaluated the students here.

Most were strong, with the highest being a Tier 4 girl in the very front.

She had long white hair, and from what little he could see, purple eyes.

Pretty and stunning, but he already had someone in mind. Therefore, he ignored her.

Aside from her, however, no one was impressive, with only a few being stronger than average.

[This brings back memories,] the system remarked. [I remember standing in the very front, listening to the headmaster speak bullshit as we were finally sent off to class elsewhere.]

Sounds... Fun? Not really, Michael replied absentmindedly. So what do you do here exactly? I heard you say something about being trainee angels or something back in the Garden of Eden.

[Yes, you only become a full-fledged angel after you finish the academy. There are many paths, and I took the path of Righteousness,] the system said smugly.

Righteousness? You? Michael raised his brow. The only thing righteous about you is your name.

[Exactly. The name Archangel Michael is everywhere, and for good reason too. I was the leader of Heaven's army, after all.]

Yep... Michael nodded, losing interest as the system was seemingly about to go on a rant.

But before it could, a pair of wide wings entered his sight, gliding down from above.

It was an elderly man, and it didn't take long for Michael to assume that was the headmaster.

Nonetheless, headmaster or not, the mana he was giving off was simply overwhelming.

And soon, he spoke.

"Greetings to all. My name isn't important, but do know that I am the headmaster of Heaven's Academy. I will overlook your progress, and if necessary, correct your behavior."

At those words, both Lundel's and Rass's cigarettes were put out as they suddenly plopped to the ground, their wings chipped.

"Like those two—don't take them as an example. They are the epitome of trash. If God still existed, they would have become Fallen long ago."

That's pretty harsh, Michael remarked inwardly as he locked gazes with the headmaster.

"You're a new bean," the headmaster said. "Welcome, though I would have appreciated it if you took the liberty of washing up before coming to my academy."

"I see. I apologize," Michael replied. "I arrived around ten minutes ago—didn't really have much time."

"Ten minutes...?" The headmaster tilted his head. "That's impossible."

"We can vouch," Lundel said as he stood up and dusted himself off. "He was covered in the motherly slime, as were we. I can come closer and—"

"Shut up," the headmaster stopped him, sighing. "The only thing you're doing is making the others uncomfortable. I will believe you for now."

With that, the headmaster resumed his earlier speech.

"Many of you have been briefed on what we are going to be trying out this year, but if not, let me repeat myself," the headmaster said before continuing. "We don't discriminate with age, and this year, we will be attempting to nurture you along the Angel of Mercy path."

What's that? Michael asked.

[It's a path where you get great power, but have to show mercy or something. It's not good,] the system explained.

All this information, he could likely get by just simply looking into his own thoughts.

But in the end, he was lazy.

Can it be made good?

[If you deviate from the Angel of Mercy path, you will become a Fallen,] the system explained. [It's stupid stuff, and honestly, I became a Fallen multiple times myself.]

You did? Michael's eyes widened. How did you come back?

[I didn't. Being a Fallen permanently darkens your wings, so I simply hid that fact by infusing my wings with light to the point where no one noticed,] the system said, adding, [In your case, I don't think you'll be able to mask it well—not until you can finally control the Angel of Mercy's power.]

Michael nodded and glanced back at the headmaster.

He had finished most of the explanation already, with the stuff after Angel of Mercy being boring rules and all of that.

Therefore, Michael merely waited until the headmaster would let them select their classes.

Yet as those thoughts fell, it seemed like the headmaster had other ideas.

"There will be a free-for-all in a few minutes. I suggest all of you prepare. Only 25% of the total students gathered here will pass. Good luck."

As the headmaster's words fell, he suddenly disappeared, leaving the surprised soon-to-be students in the courtyard.

Oh, Michael exclaimed inwardly as he took a glance toward the nearby angels who smelled as bad as him. "Want to team up?"

It was beneficial if they did, and if they didn't want to, they were simply stupid.

Thankfully, they weren't that stupid.

"Huh? Yeah? I guess... But don't expect us to do much—we're not fighters."

"Then how did you end up here in the first place?" Michael asked with a tilt of his head.

"We're both under 100 years old, so we were allowed to attend."

Michael let out a sigh. "You make it sound like 100 years is not a lot."

"Because it isn't," Rass replied with a shrug. "My father is 19,000 years old, and he is considered an infant to his parents, who are both 800,000 years old."

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"..." Michael listened speechlessly.

Do angels just not have sex?

[They do, but the fertility rates are not the same as for humans. It takes a few thousand tries to make a baby—even more if the angels are pure-blooded,] the system explained.

Noticing the descriptiveness, Michael couldn't help but ask, Do you have any little Michaels roaming around the cosmos?

[Pfft...] The system held back a laugh. [For all I know, there are millions. I slept around back in my teenage years, and frankly, if any of my children wanted to seek me out, they would.]

Yeah? Michael raised his brow, amused.

But before he could ask any questions, the entire courtyard they were in lit up in a golden light, enveloping each one of them.

And soon, a voice rang out.

"Begin!"