Becoming a Master of Magic

After hearing Parker's muffled voice, Evan had a rough idea of who the attackers might be.

"First, there's our old acquaintance, the Excellence Institute."

"That incomplete Magic Potion in your body came from the Excellence Institute, Uncle Parker."

"They may have noticed something unusual about you and sent people to investigate."

"Or your habit of helping people may have caught the attention of a local organization."

"They might have come to see what you're capable of."

"Someone who falls between an ordinary person and a professional would easily attract the attention of those mad scientists."

As Evan considered the possibilities, Parker spoke in a weak, muffled voice.

"I'm so sorry, Evan. Your Uncle Parker is useless. I always end up needing you to save me."

The eyes peering out from behind Parker's swollen lips were full of apology.

Evan smiled when he heard that. "Come on, Uncle Parker. Don't talk like we're strangers."

"You helped me when I needed it most. Of course I'll help you when you need me."

"Hold still. Let me examine you."

Parker nodded, then added, "If they come here, leave immediately!"

"Those people are dangerous. And they're powerful!"

Evan smiled and nodded. He placed a hand against Parker's back and sent a trace of his Spirituality into him.

As their Spirituality resonated, Evan raised an eyebrow.

What's going on?

The forces inside Parker's body were remarkably complex.

Besides the virus that had left his body mutated, there were traces of poison.

There was even a power Evan found very familiar: the Financier's Money Curse.

Looks like Uncle Parker has been through a lot lately.

Evan soon settled on a treatment plan.

"Uncle Parker, there are a lot of harmful substances in your body. I'll remove them one by one."

"It might hurt a little. Bear