Martial Online.

Slam—Jack rushed down a hospital hallway, the walls filled with abstract art that he didn't even bother to look at because of the urgent thing at hand.

He pushed open the double doors and entered a private room, where his heart jumped after seeing a young man sitting on the bed, whose face was pale and his left arm clad in a cast.

"Jesse!" He looked at his son with a tinge of pain in his eyes.

"Master." Sebastian stood up from the chair and bowed to welcome him.

After breaking his arm, Jesse rushed to find Sebastian, who eventually took him to the hospital immediately.

"Father." Jesse sighed and looked out of the window at the towering skyscrapers that almost touched the sky.

The city lights twinkled like stars, but Jesse's mind was still occupied with thoughts of his incident.

He thought he had grown used to living with Humanoid Imperfecta, but now he finally had a tinge of hope to actually recover from it, only for it to be shredded apart.

"Are you alright?" Jack clutched his silver walking cane tighter, feeling the weight of his heavy heart after seeing his son in the hospital bed.

"Yep, just had a small incident." Jesse moved his tongue inside his mouth, wanting to occupy himself with something to distract himself from the pain.

"Sebastian, where is the doctor?"

"In the room next door." Sebastian answered.

Jack nodded and looked at Jesse. "I'll check your condition with the doctor. I am sure you don't have to stay here for any longer, as we also have the necessary equipment in our home."

Jesse nodded and stayed silent.

Jack then left the hospital room, knocked on the door on the left, and entered the doctor's office.

"Excuse me."

"Ah, hello, Mister Rothsmith!" The doctor smiled and stood up to greet the famous Rothsmith, who was a legend in the medical field.

After shaking hands, Jack looked at the computer and asked. "Have the test results come yet? How is my son's arm?"

"One minute, they are coming right away!" The doctor sat down and showed the X-ray images. "These are the images, and his arm had clearly received a proper fracture. There was also a bruise on his arm."

"What caused the fracture?" Jack asked. "My stubborn son won't tell me."

"It was caused by a blunt object, that's for sure. That is what caused the bruise as well. It was very clean strike and if I have to guess, its self-made."

"Self-made?" Jack frowned. "You mean, he broke his own arm?"

"That would be my guess." The doctor nodded. "The angle and the fracture pattern do point towards a self-inflicted wound."

"That doesn't make any sense." Jack frowned. "My son has Humanoid Imperfecta and he wouldn't do this to himself."

Ding, ding.

"Ah, the test results are here. We took a few blood samples." The doctor opened the results and began checking them out.

As the doctor busied himself with the test results, Jack stood back and crossed his arms with a deep frown.

'Why would he injure himself?' Jack wondered. 'Anna was terrified after hearing the news, and she would have come here if I didn't stop her as she has an important business meeting.

'If he truly did self-inflict a wound, that is unacceptable.' Jack crossed his arms and nodded. 'I have to speak to him, father to son, as there must be something deeper going on that I am not aware of.'

"W-what the hell is this?!" The doctor suddenly cried out.

"What is it?" Jack asked hurriedly. "Is there something wrong?"

The doctor leaned closer, his nose almost touching the monitor, as he engraved the test results in his mind.

His lips trembled as he turned to look at Jack.

"Y-your son has Humanoid Imperfecta, right?"

"Yes, what about it?" Jack frowned.

"Humanoid Imperfecta makes the person's bones fragile and their healing factor almost non-existent."

"I am well aware of that." Jack said, thinking that the doctor might not be aware of his medical profession.

"People with Humanoid Imperfecta have around ten times worse healing factors than ordinary people, which makes it extremely difficult for them to recover from injuries."

The doctor stood up, pulled out the blackboard, and began scribbling down everything he was explaining in drawings.

"However, Jesse's body is not something Humanoid Imperfecta's should be!" The doctor said and pointed at Jack with the chalk. 

"He has definitely Humanoid Imperfecta, I have checked his previous test results from other hospitals.

"However, his body has now changed!" He shouted excitedly and continued drawing. "His body is recovering at an amazing rate. His bones are already starting to heal, and his cells are regenerating fast!"

"What does this all then mean?" Jack tapped the walking cane against the floor impatiently. "Explain quicker!"

"For some reason, your son's body is fighting against Humanoid Imperfecta!

"Humanoid Imperfecta is like a worm, hiding inside your body and feeding off your cells!" The doctor explained and walked to another blackboard, where he continued drawing.

"However, Jesse's body has somehow found a way to fight against that worm, slowly stealing its feeding source so that it can't survive inside his body!

"Still, the worm is strong, very strong, and has over fifty percent control of his body, but Jesse is taking back the territory, bit by bit!

"If this continues, your son will be cured. This is absolutely amazing!"

"My son can be cured." Jack's heart began beating faster and faster. "Can you find out how this is happening?"

"I..." The doctor scratched his head. "I, absolutely, have no idea. This is something beyond medicine; this is something supernatural!"

"Enough!" Jack slammed the walking cane on the floor, frightening the doctor. "From now on, I own this hospital."

"H-huh?" The doctor flinched in shock. "W-what do you mean?"

"You work for me now." Jack pointed his cane at him. "You keep everything you find here a secret. If you don't, well, you will find the consequence won't be pleasant."

The doctor shakily nodded his head.

"We'll find out, together, why this is happening and if my son is the cure for Humanoid Imperfecta." Jack said. "I don't want the Science Government to find out about my son. They would just put him under hundreds of tests; I don't want that for him!"

"I-I understand." The doctor nodded. "I won't tell anyone!"

"You'll come to live with us in the servants quarters. There, we will gather all the necessary equipment for you."

"O-okay." The doctor nodded and wiped away his sweat.

He didn't have a wife, children, or even parents, so no one would wonder where he had disappeared to.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he truly wanted to find out more about Jesse's body, which might be the key to the greatest discovery of the century.

"Was there anything else about my son that you need to shed light on?" Jack asked.

"W-well, there is one concern I have." The doctor looked at the computer screen and gulped. "His bones are still weak, but his healing factor is now even better than ordinary person's.

"If his body's healing factor continues getting better, there will come a time when he can heal from any injuries within minutes.

"I don't know what the limit is, but even his cells are not exempt from this, and from what I have seen, his lifespan has already been probably increased by five years, minimum, because of this."

The doctor turned to the shocked Jack.

"If this continues, your son might stop aging altogether.

"He would become immortal!"