[Bonus chapter for 300 golden tickets :)]
President Gallagher didnât seem too surprised by Dyonâs answer. If anything, he seemed that he would have been more surprised had that not been what Dyon said.
âTell me, G man. What do you know?â Dyon
âI got a report yesterday. Thereâs been an order for Martial Law.â
Dyonâs brow furrowed. This was no normal order. Martial Law was something written into the laws of America. In the case of a national level crisis, military law would rule over the country. Itâs putting the country under the control of the military. And very conveniently, thereâs only one man who benefits from that the most: General Mace.
âI know the law, G man. No one but you is able to impose Martial Law. Without your signature, itâs impossible.â
President Gallagher chuckled bitterly. âMartial Law is only the second part of the plan. The first is my impeachment. The only reason this office isnât flooded with my personnel is because Iâm technically supposed to be giving a talk right now.â.
âDonât worry about that. Itâs too much to explain, but letâs just say I can clone myself. What we need to talk about is this impeachment. What do they have?â
âTheyâve been calling for me to release my medical records to the public.â
âSo it all comes back to thatâ¦â
âEven if by some miracle you really could cure me right now, they would still win.â
Dyon nodded. Whether he cured G man now was irrelevant. For one, it wouldnât change his past medical records â records that still have to be released. Secondly, no one would believe that cancer was cured so easily. And, thirdly, if they did their due diligence in proving that Dyon could cure cancer that would be bad for a few reasons: it would reveal a national secret, that being Dyonâs role in the martial world; it would lessen public morale, because that would mean that the martial world far exceeds them; and finally, but maybe most importantly, this would all put the country into a fit of chaos.
However, they had given President Gallagher an out. If he co-signed Martial Law under the guise of national unity against the martial world, it would unite the country and he wouldnât be impeached. Although there would be some chaos, it wouldnât be to the extent of all hope lost.
âIt canât be a coincidence that this is all happening during the World Tournamentâ¦â Dyon thought.
He racked his brain, trying to figure out why. The world tournament was a gathering of all the planets, yes, but only Earth had mortals⦠So why would they need other planets?
âUnlessâ¦â Dyonâs mind flashed with an idea.
âI know it wonât help the larger situation, but I still want to heal you first.â Dyon stood and walked to President Gallagherâs side.
âCan you actually?â President Gallagher looked up at Dyon from his seat, a faint light of hope lighting in his eyes.
âOf course.â Dyon smiled.
É´[0)á´ á´Ê âHa! It seems I havenât wasted all those years on you for nothing.â
âHow ungrateful.â Dyon placed his hand on President Gallagherâs shoulder. âYou may start coughing up a lot of bad stuff soon⦠But, this is better than me reaching into your chest.â
Before he could be confused, President Gallagher suddenly felt a warm and comfortable feeling wash over him. Dyonâs aurora and celestial will poured in, gently cleansing Gallagherâs healthy cells while slowly cutting away the malignant ones.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Suddenly, a violent fit of coughing hit President Gallagher. Gross chunks of mutilated cells fell from his mouth and into a side garbage can Dyon kicked under him.
A flash of black caught Dyonâs attention and Clara ran out to Dyonâs side. âDad? Dad? Are you okay?â
Claraâs cold eyes glistened as she watched her father convulse, blood continuously falling from his mouth.
âDonât worry.â Dyon said softly. âThis is good for him.â
Clara was about to protest, but she suddenly felt two soft hands slip into either one of hers. She turned to notice Madeleine and Ri by side, giving her ensuring smiles.
âWe can punish him later. But, we should trust him for now.â
Outside of the office, the loud booming noises were becoming louder and louder, but the sound wasnât being projected in.
âWhat is wrong with you people?â General Mace boomed. âI thought you were cultivators? Why canât you break down a door?â
âThisâ¦â An Asian man dressed in black responded. He was an Essence Gathering level expert. He didnât know why the door wouldnât open for him either. And the worst part was that the door wasnât even dented or damaged under his onslaught.
General Mace was furious. He had requested martial experts to help expedite the Martial Law enforcing process so he could strong arm congress into being on his side. But, all of that was useless if he couldnât intimidate President Gallagher into signing as well.
On top of that, even with the media asking him to release medical records, because this had already been done before the inauguration, it would be seen as a political witch hunt to be forced to do so again. President Gallagher had the moral high ground⦠For now.
Suddenly, the door of the office opened and the group of men found a handsome teenage boy smiling back at them. âYou knocked?â
General Mace brushed passed, signaling for his entourage of four to follow him in.
Clara shivered under the pressure General Mace brought with him. She was used to her fatherâs presence, but President Gallagher always turned his off. General Mace didnât seem to have that habit.
The Asian men dressed in black, eyed Madeleine, Ri and Clara, seemingly liking what they saw. Dyon didnât say anything about it for now, but he had already noted them down. Without knowing the full scope of the situation, he didnât want to overplay his hand. So, he chose to stand protectively in front of the three girls instead.
General Maceâs pressure around them immediately dissipated. It was as though Dyonâs presence cut through it all.
Clara couldnât help but look at Dyonâs broad back. She quickly glanced at Ri and Madeleine, but all she found were calm smiles filled with confidence in the boy who stood in front of them.
âJust what have you become?â¦â