Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 1212 - Blood Transfusion Ability, and Teammates-In-Training

Chapter 1212: Blood Transfusion Ability, and Teammates-In-Training

Ivan soon woke up, but couldn’t observe his face for the time being since Luke had covered it and said it was to prevent his face from being marred during recovery.

It actually didn’t hurt much, but was just a little itchy.

Ivan didn’t think much of it. If he had cared about his appearance, he wouldn’t have wasted his original good looks on becoming a villain.

Actually, Luke just didn’t want him to find out that his face had been modified and had recovered all in basically under an hour.

The operation had been very simple. After Osiris, the medical A.I., was done with the surgery, Luke’s hand had slowly moved over Ivan’s wounds with the Elementary Light of Life he had just obtained.

He didn’t need to touch the wounds with his fingers; he just needed to cover them with the faint white light from his fingertips, and they quickly healed.

Osiris moved quickly. There were a lot of wounds, but they were very small, and didn’t consume much Light of Life.

Using plastic surgery and Light of Life together was killing two birds with one stone.

For the past few days, Luke had been experimenting with this new healing ability.

The results of the test were a pleasant surprise, but also very different from his initial expectations.

Light of Life was a healing technique which replenished a person’s life force.

Healing injuries was just the most basic manifestation of this. Light of Life could also get rid of most “negative” body conditions, such as bleeding, poisoning, hormonal imbalances and so on.

From this, it could be seen that Light of Life was a healing technique with a “wide spectrum” of use, and didn’t apply just to external wounds.

However, the healer in games relied on magic to replenish another character’s life force.

The principle behind Luke’s Light of Life was even simpler: It simply transferred the user’s life force to the recipient.

This was similar to a blood transfusion between ordinary people. If the donor gave too much, their own life would be in danger.

In practice, because of his Elementary Self-Healing and his super strong physique, Luke only needed to use a small portion of his life force to recover from serious injuries.

This “severity” had nothing to do with the type of injury, but the extent of an injury.

For example, a cut on his skin or an injury to his heart would require basically the same amount of life force.

But as long as the cut on his skin was bigger, it would consume more life force than the smaller injury to his heart.

Luke would definitely use this ability to save lives. As long as it wasn’t a special situation, he could treat fatal injuries in an emergency.

A fatal injury also didn’t have to be big; it could be a small one-centimeter puncture in the heart or a nicked main artery.

Thus, Light of Life didn’t demand as much from him as he had expected; it was far from “a life for a life” sort of deal.

More importantly, Luke had the Star of Justice.

After this clone appeared, Luke often harassed the system, worried that there were unknown hidden dangers.

With the Star of Justice now sharing his stats, Luke was worried that if it was destroyed, his 10 stat points would disappear as well.

In fact, that wouldn’t happen.

The system gave a simple but clear answer to this sensitive question.

The Star of Justice didn’t have a lifespan, and it wouldn’t have any negative effect on the main body.

That was because the clone’s “survival” relied on credit points; in other words, its life force was actually based on credit points.

Thus, the Star of Justice would inevitably consume credit points in battle, and the more intense the battle, the more credit points were consumed.

By the same logic, the life force consumed by the clone using Light of Life would also be replenished with credit.

It only needed to spend credit in order to save lives, which had nothing to do with Luke’s own life force.

After understanding this, Luke was reassured.

Wasn’t it easy to get credit points?

For example, he spent only a handful of credit points to heal the minor injuries from the plastic surgery earlier.

It wasn’t suitable for Luke himself to use this divine healing skill, but it didn’t matter so much for his other aliases.

He just needed to disguise it a little. He could put together some ointment and use an LED light to cover the white light during the healing process. The ointment could be credited with the treatment.

He didn’t care if other people took it back to be analyzed. In any case, there was still Life 1!

He could add an infinitesimal amount of Life 1 to the ointment to preserve some healing effect.

If someone with ulterior motives analyzed it and discovered that the medicinal effect wasn’t good, it could be explained as the effect being absorbed or inconsistent. Wasn’t that very reasonable?

Thinking this, Luke couldn’t help but chuckle.

This way, he had more confidence in his “teammate training” program.

Thinking this, he started to put together the fake ointment, and chuckled darkly every now and then.

It was a good thing that Ivan was still locked up and couldn’t see how Luke chuckled as he concocted the ointment, or he would think that Batman was some shady, twisted doctor.

Tomorrow, Luke could go and see his first “teammate-in-training”; it seemed that guy was a little moody because of his own ailment.

…

The top of the Empire State Building was lit up again at night, but it now had a new companion.

Not far away was a slightly taller building with a disc-shaped platform. The top was also brightly lit, and the five enormous letters “STARK” were very eye-catching in the center of Manhattan.

This time, Luke kept a low profile. He contacted Jarvis and sent him a message in advance. Then, he entered the special elevator that opened up. The elevator closed and went up.

After he canceled stealth mode, he asked Jarvis, “Does Tony know I’m here?”

Jarvis said, “I’ve already informed him, Mr. Batman.”

Luke hummed and said casually, “You can call me Bruce or Mr. Wayne in the future.”

Jarvis readily agreed. “Very well, Mr. Bruce Wayne.”

After the brief exchange, the elevator reached the top. Luke stepped out and saw Tony in his armor, but the mask was flipped open. He strode over and said, “What, you want to spar with me again? Let me tell you, I found an awesome personal coach recently, and my combat skills have improved.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Your first wife’s secretary?”

Tony turned his head. “…Did you investigate me?”

Luke chuckled. “Who do you think broke into Hammer Industries’ warehouse with her last time?”

Tony was enlightened. “Black Cat told you?”

Luke lowered his head and stared at the tycoon. He said solemnly, “Her name is Bastet. If you keep calling her Black Cat, she might come looking to beat you up.”

Tony was interested. “The cat god of Egypt? Interesting. However, are you sure she won’t be the one crying from a beating?”

Luke snorted. “You should be glad that she doesn’t like to torture weak chickens. Didn’t that secretary tell you what happened when she tested Bastet last time?”