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August didn't respond. His stride was deliberate and unwavering as he made his way toward the ICU. The nurse, now alarmed, reached for her phone and alerted security.

"There's an unidentified individual heading for the ICU. He looks suspicious. Send security!"

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As August approached the heavy double doors leading to the ICU, a guard intercepted him. "Sir, I need you to stop right there and identify yourself!"

Still, August ignored him, pushing through the doors effortlessly. His helmet's digital view highlighted the way forward, pinpointing the specific operating room he was searching for.

The guard followed after him while speaking with a more forceful tone. "Hey! I'm warning you! Stop now, or I'll—"

August turned, barely breaking his stride. With a single shove of his gloved hand, the guard was sent flying backward. He crashed into a nearby gurney, skidding across the tiled floor before coming to a halt.

The commotion had drawn attention, and more staff and guards were now converging on the ICU. The nurse from earlier gasped audibly, speaking hurriedly into the phone. "He's assaulted a guard! Send backup, now!"

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Inside the operating room, a team of doctors and nurses were mid-surgery. Their hands were covered in blood as they worked to save a critically injured patient. The patient, a young man in his early twenties, had been in a devastating car accident.

His abdomen was open, organs exposed, and the monitors displayed dangerously erratic vitals.

"What the hell is going on out there?" one of the surgeons asked while glancing toward the door.

The door burst open, and August strode in. His presence immediately dominated the room. The medical team froze as their expressions shifted from confusion to alarm.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" a nurse demanded.

Ignoring the questions, August opened his inventory interface, invisible to everyone else in the room. With a thought, he selected a health potion.

[ System Notification: Would you like to extract Health Potion? ]

[ Yes ] [ No ]

'Yes!'

The faint shimmer of the extraction process materialized a red vial in his hand. He held it aloft as the liquid glowed faintly under the fluorescent lights.

"What is that?" one of the doctors asked, stepping back cautiously.

"You can't be here!" another nurse exclaimed, moving toward him.

Before anyone could act, August moved swiftly, bypassing the surgical instruments and monitors. He gently but firmly grabbed the patient's head, tilting it back, and poured the entire contents of the vial down the man's throat.

"Stop! What are you doing?" one of the doctors shouted with a horrified look.

At that moment, the guard August had shoved earlier burst into the room with a line of blood trickling from his forehead. "I said, stop!" He lunged toward August, but before he could make contact, August sidestepped and shoved him again. The guard was sent flying into a cabinet causing medical supplies to scatter everywhere.

The remaining staff were too stunned to act as they turned their attention to the patient.

The monitors flatlined for a moment, and everyone froze. Then, miraculously, the readings began to stabilize. The patient's heart rate normalized as the erratic beeping smoothened into a steady rhythm.

Before their eyes, the mangled tissues and exposed organs began to heal at an unnatural speed. Broken bones knitted together seamlessly, and ruptured veins reconnected. Every wound closed with no sign of scarring, as though the injuries had never existed.

The medical team stood in silence as a look of disbelief appeared on their faces. The patient who was at death's door a moment ago opened his eyes and looked around, groggy but alive.

"What... what just happened?" one of the nurses whispered.

August turned to the staff as his modulated voice rang out with a calm but authoritative tone. "You've just witnessed something that will redefine medicine. This patient seemed to be beyond saving, yet here he is. Alive, completely healed."

A doctor stepped forward with his voice shaking. "What… what was that vial? Who are you?"

August glanced at the recording on his helmet's HUD, ensuring every second had been captured. Then, he spoke. "Who I am is currently unimportant. What matters is that I can provide more of these."

Before anyone could respond, the sound of more guards storming the hallway echoed. August stepped back toward the door.

"This is just a demonstration," he voiced with an unwavering tone. "You'll hear from me soon."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

With that, he activated Dash.

[ System Notification: Dash Activated ]

The world blurred as he disappeared from the room, leaving behind only stunned faces and a miraculous recovery no one could explain.

...

The hospital was in turmoil. Nurses bustled down the hallways, whispering to each other about the masked man who had walked into the ICU as if he owned the place. In the surgery room, a group of surgeons stood frozen around the empty operating table where a patient—who should have been in critical condition for hours—had just walked out fully healed.

Dr. Harris, the lead surgeon, leaned heavily against the counter as his surgical mask dangled loosely around his neck. "What the hell just happened?" he muttered while pushing his disheveled hair back. "Did we all see that, or am I losing it?"

Nurse Carly, who had witnessed the entire thing, nodded vigorously. "He just... he just walked in, ignored everyone, and did that."

"Yeah, and shoved me like I was a ragdoll," grumbled the guard who had tried to intercept August. His nose was slightly bruised, and his pride was in tatters. "We need to report this. Whoever he is, he's dangerous."

"Is he?" another nurse interjected. "Or did he just save someone we were struggling to help? Look, we should focus on what matters. The patient is completely healed. That's... miraculous."

The fuming guard raised his voice. "Miraculous or not, he assaulted me! He can't just barge in here wearing some sci-fi helmet and act like he's above the rules!"

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Before anyone could respond, a soft gasp drew their attention to the corner of the room. Nurse Jenna held up a small business card she had just found lying on the floor near the operating table. The card was black with silver embossed lettering, reading:

AM Coven

Where Miracles Become Reality

Contact: [Details Provided]

She turned it around, noting a faint, glowing emblem of a mask engraved on the back.

Dr. Harris took the card from her hands and stared at it. "AM Coven? Never heard of it." He tapped the card against his palm thoughtfully. "He left this behind intentionally. I think... he wants us to know where to find him."

"Or it's a challenge," the guard muttered. "I say we call the cops. This guy is playing some kind of game, and we're just pawns."

Dr. Harris shook his head as his curiosity outweighed his skepticism. "No. Not yet. First, we need to figure out who he is and what this Coven is about."

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Meanwhile, August sat in his living room, helmet on, reviewing the footage he had recorded. The video captured everything from his perspective: his entrance into the ICU, the stunned reactions of the surgeons, and the miraculous healing of the patient. He played it back again, analyzing every moment.

"Perfect," he murmured. "Organic, raw reactions. That'll catch people's attention."

August took off the helmet, letting loose his greenish hair which was slightly damp with sweat.

He plugged the helmet into his laptop and began editing the video for a clean upload. Adding just a hint of cinematic flair—a slow-motion effect when the health potion worked its magic and a fade-out at the end—he ensured the footage would make a lasting impression.

Satisfied, he uploaded the video to multiple online forums frequented by players of Enders Light and those curious about supernatural phenomena. The title read:

"What Happens When Enders Light Becomes Reality? Watch a Miracle Unfold."

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling. This wasn't just an ad; it was a statement. The world would start to take notice of what he was building.

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Sophia peeked into the room just as August finished uploading the video. "Dinner's ready," she called out cheerfully.

August smiled, pushing his chair back and stretching. "Coming."

The two sat at the table, enjoying a simple but warm meal of grilled chicken and mashed potatoes. Sophia was buzzing with excitement. "So, what crazy stuff were you up to today? You've been so secretive lately."

August chuckled while cutting into his chicken. "Just... working on something big. Let's just say you're gonna see some interesting things soon."

Sophia rolled her eyes playfully. "Mysterious as always." She paused for a moment as her expression turned more serious. "By the way, the school sent a message today. Parent-Teacher Meeting is coming up."

August froze mid-bite. "Parent-Teacher Meeting?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "They want you to come. I told them you'd be there."

"Ahem," August coughed lightly while setting his fork down. "When is it?"

"This Friday. Don't worry, I'll remind you." She smirked, adding, "It'll be fun seeing you play the responsible adult role in front of my teachers."

"Hey, I am a responsible adult," August shot back with a grin. "Sometimes."

Sophia laughed. "Sure, Mr. Secret Project Guy. Just don't embarrass me, okay?"

"Embarrass you? Never." August raised his glass in a mock toast. "Here's to responsible adulthood and not mortifying my little sister."

They clinked their glasses and laughter filled the room as the struggles of the day momentarily lifted.