"Angel" Zhao Hailun

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Bang, bang, bang!

It was still that desolate mountain forest.

One streak of golden light after another shot forth without pause, smashing one rock after another to pieces.

Rosha stood two hundred meters away, continuously extending his fingers and firing Photon Bullets one after another.

In just a few minutes, the two long rows of "stone targets" had all been blasted into rubble.

"Very good!"

Rosha stopped and nodded in satisfaction.

He had been training here for half a month.

During that time, neither Deadpool nor Zhao Hailun had introduced any new customers to Rosha.

And none of the customers who came in on their own had lost their minds enough to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on something that looked unreliable.

Rosha's new sales mission remained stuck at two Devil Fruits sold.

That left Rosha a little discouraged.

But thinking it over, it was only natural. Devil Fruits had an extremely high barrier to purchase and were never going to be easy to sell.

He would just let fate take its course.

In any case, Rosha was now strong enough to protect himself in this world.

Especially since he had spent roughly four hours training every day lately, producing remarkably obvious results.

Rosha could now fire with near-perfect accuracy.

Every stone target was struck in the bullseye. Even if he occasionally deviated slightly, he would never miss the target.

And that was only in terms of accuracy.

What about actual combat?

Rosha did not have to fire in single shots.

He could fire Photon Bullets continuously like a machine gun or submachine gun!

So purely in terms of combat power, Rosha was already quite strong.

Of course, that was only in the current timeline.

"Next, let's try my Photon Staff!"

Rosha took a deep breath, extended his right hand, and activated his ability, gathering the photons within his body.

Like fireflies clustering together, after about fifteen seconds, a glittering golden staff appeared in Rosha's hand.

The staff was roughly thirty centimeters long and five centimeters thick. It still looked somewhat crude, nowhere near comparable to Yellow Monkey's Ama no Murakumo.

But Rosha was still extremely excited.

The first time he tried, he had been unable to shape even something as simple as a cylinder.

Now, he had improved rapidly.

Holding the Photon Staff, he fiercely smashed it down on a large rock before him.

Crack!

Amid flying shards of stone, a deep dent was carved into the rock.

The Photon Staff was also a kind of energy staff. When used as a weapon, it delivered far more than merely physical impact; the photons themselves directly damaged the object.

The effect was excellent.

"Lastly... Light Escape!"

With a thought, Rosha activated his ability. His entire body transformed into shimmering golden photons.

Or rather, he became a Light Man.

Then that Light Man turned into a beam of light and shot forward.

A golden flash streaked out and struck the mountainside, blasting a large crater into it as shattered rocks flew everywhere.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Covered from head to toe in dirt, Rosha crawled out of the rubble and dusted himself off, looking utterly miserable.

"As expected, this really is a high-difficulty maneuver."

Rosha could not help sighing.

When he transformed into light, he had no weight. Shooting through the air like light was not a problem.

But controlling his direction was far too difficult.

Especially when light moved so fast.

At that speed, the slightest deviation led to a massive error. Rosha had practiced so many times over the past several days, yet not once had he successfully escaped to his intended destination.

Even so, Rosha was still very satisfied.

What he could do now was, frankly, already incredibly impressive.

"It's about time. Time to head back!"

Rosha brushed the dust from himself and quickly headed down the mountain.

Elsewhere.

Zhao Hailun's research center.

Clap, clap, clap!

Thunderous applause rang out continuously as the many people gathered around clapped from the bottom of their hearts.

They looked at Dr. Zhao Hailun, standing at the center of the crowd in a white lab coat, her delicate and beautiful face filled with disbelief, shock, and fervor.

It was as if they were looking upon an angel descended to earth.

Just moments ago, Zhao Hailun had cured a patient with lower-body paralysis before everyone's eyes.

She had performed a miracle in medical history.

And such miracles had actually occurred many times over the past half month.

Yet even so, they were still shocked every time they witnessed one, because it was simply too unbelievable.

"A miracle! I can hardly believe it, this is a miracle!"

"My son actually stood up again!"

"Dr. Zhao, I don't know how to thank you!"

A couple in their fifties tearfully grasped Zhao Hailun's hands, nearly dropping to their knees before her.

Beside them, a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight stood there in a daze.

He carefully felt his lower body, which he had been unable to feel for years, and genuinely wondered if he was dreaming.

Paralysis!

Could it actually... be cured?

With a thud, the young man dropped to his knees before Zhao Hailun.

"Sir, ma'am, there's no need for this."

"Please, sir, get up."

It took Zhao Hailun considerable effort to calm the overwhelmingly excited family. She then personally and politely saw them out.

Standing before the blinds, Zhao Hailun watched the family downstairs embrace each other in happiness and excitement, and felt that everything she was doing was so meaningful.

She was saving people's lives.

She was giving people hope!

"Doctor, you know that if I weren't your assistant and hadn't seen all this with my own eyes, I would definitely think it was complete nonsense."

"You're creating miracles!"

The assistant spoke to Zhao Hailun from the bottom of her heart.

"No, I'm not the one creating miracles. Shopkeeper Rosha is," Zhao Hailun said with a long sigh.

The Heal-Heal Fruit was simply too miraculous. It surpassed the Regeneration Cradle by several levels.

Especially after personally treating several patients over the past few days, she increasingly felt that the Regeneration Cradle, once her greatest pride, no longer seemed so impressive.

"After half a month of practice, I've become fully familiar with my ability. I can now cure some very complicated illnesses."

"I just wonder if I can help my old friend."

Zhao Hailun thought to herself for a moment, then took out her phone and called someone saved in her contacts as "Bruce Banner."