The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong โ€“ Chapter 13

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘: ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง

Siwoo stood at the entrance of a dirty alleyway, his expression involuntarily contorted.

Still the same.

A messy collection of tents and shacks huddled together in disarray.

The ground was littered with broken bottles, cigarette butts, and unidentified syringes, and a pungent smell assailed his senses.

ใ€. . .๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–. ๐•€โ€™๐•ž ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•Ÿ. ๐”ธ ๐•ก๐•š๐•˜๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•๐•• ๐•“๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ก๐•’๐•๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค.ใ€‘

โ€œNo choice.โ€

A place where everything related to abilities was exchanged.

The only place where the techniques of the underworld and strange abilities were permitted.

โ€˜๐˜ฝ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™  ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃโ€™.

A gathering place for those with [๐š๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ-๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž] powers that deviated from typical skill attributes.

Siwoo walked, aware of the slight changes in location and path, even though it hadnโ€™t changed much from before.

โ€œTheyโ€™re staring disgustingly.โ€

Disgusting gazes clung to his body from those sprawled on the streets and those inside the tents.

And not just one or two.

Not mere gazes, but slimy observations using abilities.

How annoying.

They must be gauging the opponentโ€™s skills and strength in their own way.

Siwooโ€™s eyes turned cold without him realizing it.

He wasnโ€™t physically or manically harmed, but it got on his nerves.

However, this place was a kind of neutral combat zone.

Those who wanted to fight had to fight outside this place.

If they broke the rules, they would have to turn the entire โ€˜Black Heavenโ€™ into an enemy.

ใ€๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•š๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•–! ๐”น๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•  ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐••๐•–๐•๐•š๐•”๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค-๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•’๐•“๐•š๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•–๐•ค! โ„•๐• , ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐••๐•–๐•๐•š๐•”๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ชโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ค! ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ชโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•—๐• ๐• ๐••!ใ€‘

Siwoo walked briskly towards his destination.

He had to get away from these dirty gazes before someone dragged him out and beat him half to death.

โ€œNothing has changed.โ€

He stood in front of the black tent in the far corner.

It was an eerie place, with various human bones colorfully decorating the tent.

ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค? ๐•€๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–. ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•–? ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ชโ€™๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ก๐•’๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–.ใ€‘

โ€œThey must be real, given the owner of the tentโ€™s personality.โ€

Siwoo opened the tent flap and went inside.

The dimly lit interior was filled with the smell of incense, and ominous odds and ends, including dolls, were scattered everywhere.

โ€œLong time no see, you.โ€

A beautiful, clear, and high-pitched voice rang out.

โ€œStill the same.โ€

Siwoo sat down on an empty chair without asking.

The figure of the other person gradually emerged from the darkness.

โ€œYour appearance is still the same. Nameless.โ€

A woman who didnโ€™t seem like she would be in this kind of tent.

A stunning beauty with a sharp nose, deep blue eyes, and long, jet-black hair, she smiled faintly at Siwoo.

The womanโ€™s smile, like a single black flower, seemed to brighten the tent.

It was a strange match.

No, rather, it should be said that she was one of the Ten Leaders of Black Heaven.

The ten Grand Sorcerers who held all the authority of Black Heaven.

Nameless, who was sitting before him, was one of them.

โ€œHas it been ten years? Iโ€™ve missed you.โ€

Nameless modestly straightened her flowing black dress and bowed her head slightly towards Siwoo.

โ€œEnough with that between us. Iโ€™m here on business today.โ€

Siwoo placed the book containing Min-junโ€™s mana on the old wooden table.

The book, which was locked with a lock, could not be opened without the mana of the person concerned.

โ€œI see. I enjoy this too.โ€

Nameless took out a silver goblet and a sword from under the table.

Both were strangely shaped with snakes double-carved.

โ€œYou know what the medium is, right?โ€


Siwoo extended his left arm and rolled up his sleeve.

ใ€๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜. ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐•– ๐••๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜? ๐•Ž๐•’๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค? ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•จ๐•– ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜?ใ€‘

Then he picked up the sword and fearlessly slashed his arm.

With a swoosh, blood flowed out and dripped into the goblet.

ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•? ๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ซ๐•ช? ๐•Š๐•–๐•๐•—-๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž ๐•š๐•ค ๐•“๐•’๐••! ๐•€๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐•š๐•–, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•๐• ๐••๐•š๐•– ๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•–!!ใ€‘

The bright red blood flowed endlessly down his hand.

As the blood passed the 2/3 mark of the goblet, the eyes of the double-carved snake began to glow.

โ€œThis is enough. Stop the bleeding.โ€

Nameless handed Siwoo a white cloth.

Siwoo silently took the cloth and first healed his arm with his Heal ability.

Golden patterns spread out, and the wound cut by the sword was instantly repaired.

โ€œYouโ€™re still the same, with that beautiful regeneration.โ€

Namelessโ€™ lips curled up as if she had seen something funny.

โ€œWhat, so suddenly. Hurry up and extract it.โ€

At Siwooโ€™s blunt protest, Nameless giggled and lifted the goblet.

Sniff, sniff.

โ€œIt still smells good. It reminds me of well-ripened grapes. Itโ€™s not common to find blood with this kind of scent.โ€

Siwoo opened his mouth to speak at her unexpected compliment.

Well, it wasnโ€™t an insult.

โ€œI canโ€™t tell you how much Iโ€™ve been waiting for your blood.โ€

Without hesitation, Nameless brought the goblet to her mouth.

ใ€๐”ผ๐•จ๐•จ! ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜! ๐•Š๐•ก๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ! ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•—๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•– ๐••๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•“๐•๐• ๐• ๐••!!ใ€‘

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Min-junโ€™s blood flowed down Namelessโ€™ esophagus.

She acted as calmly as if she were drinking water.

Nameless put down the goblet after drinking every last drop.

She licked the blood from her lips with her tongue.

โ€œWhat on earth have you been doing for the past ten years? The life force in your blood seems to be dancing in my mouth. How can human blood taste like this. . . .โ€

Nameless exclaimed with an ecstatic face, as if she had tasted a delicacy.

โ€œHurry up and get some work done.โ€

Siwoo tried to shift her appreciation elsewhere, as it was embarrassing.

Nameless made a hand sign and drew something on the table with mana.


The drawn magic formula soon became a magic circle with complex strokes.

She placed the book Siwoo had brought in the center and poured her magic power into the magic circle.


A crimson magic circle blazed fiercely on the table.

A dark and distant aura poured out without hesitation.

The things in the room were scattered everywhere by the surging force.

ใ€๐”ผ๐•–๐•œ!! ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•—๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•–โ€™๐•ค ๐•ค๐•œ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–! ๐•€๐•ฅโ€™๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•๐•–! ๐”พ๐•–๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•”๐•œ๐•๐•ช, ๐”ฝ๐• ๐• ๐••!ใ€‘

The magic power that had risen like strands of a snake soon wrapped around the book and dug into it.

The book shook terribly.

Nameless brought her lips close to the trembling book.


The blue mana contained in the book seeped into her moist lips.

It was a beautiful sight.

It felt like a beautiful witch from a fairy tale was devouring blue magic.

The tail of mana stretched out like a long breath.

Even after her lips were parted, the blue aura lingered around her lips for a long time before slowly entering.

She closed her eyes as if digesting it and poured the aura into her body.

โ€œCan you give me the sword?โ€

Siwoo gave her the sword he had used to cut his arm.

Nameless took the sword and, like Siwoo, cut her own arm in the same way.

ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ค๐•– ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ซ๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•—๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•๐•š๐•œ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐••๐•’๐•ช?!?!ใ€‘

However, instead of the bright red blood that Siwoo had shed, blue mana dripped from her wound.

Nameless poured the liquefied mana into a small glass bottle.

The blue liquid glowed faintly.

It was the mana extracted from the book.

It was about the size of an espresso.

She brought a lid and covered it, finishing it off with her magic.

โ€œHere you go.โ€

She handed the โ€˜itemโ€™ to Siwoo with her arm, which was now bleeding, not mana.

โ€œThank you.โ€

Siwoo took the โ€˜liquid manaโ€™ with one hand and quickly regenerated her wound with Heal with the other.

โ€œOh my, why are you doing this?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s service.โ€

Siwoo took out a bundle of cash from his pocket and placed it in front of her.

โ€œHas the price gone up in ten years?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okay, thanks to you, Iโ€™ve tasted delicious blood.โ€

โ€œOkay, then. Iโ€™ll come back next time.โ€

Siwoo smiled and opened the tent flap and went outside.


ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•™๐•–๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?ใ€‘


ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–? ๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ซ๐•ช ๐•—๐•–๐•ž๐•’๐•๐•– ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•• ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ?ใ€‘

Pre asked in a pointed tone as if something was wrong.

Was it because he hadnโ€™t consulted with him?

Siwoo scratched his cheek and opened his mouth.

โ€œThat book contained the mana of a child named Min-jun who was my disciple. Itโ€™s a simple magic formula for security purposes. The book will never open unless it has the same mana code.โ€

ใ€๐•Š๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•š๐•” ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ?ใ€‘


ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ, ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ?! ๐”ป๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•›๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ! ๐•๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ค๐•’๐•š๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•”๐• ๐••๐•–. ๐•Š๐•  ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐• ๐•œ, ๐••๐•š๐••๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ?ใ€‘

โ€œReading the book was a minor thing. In other words, it was a bonus. What I wanted was the mana itself that was contained in that book.โ€

Siwoo said, showing the liquid mana that Nameless had extracted.

It is not easy to return mana that has been implemented with skills or magic to its original pure mana.

No, it is almost impossible.

For example, letโ€™s say that a completed magic is like curry.

People can separate ingredients such as carrots, potatoes, and meat from the already-made curry.

This is the dismantling of magic.

However, it is impossible to return the separated ingredients to their original powdered curry, ingredients, and water.

This is the regression of magic mana.

It goes against the very order of nature.

However, the factor that made such an impossibility possible was the harmony between Nameless, a vessel with enormous mana, taboo sorcery, and blood as a medium.

Therefore, [๐š๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ-๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž] Awakeners were the target of caution because of their ability to make the impossible possible.

ใ€๐•Š๐•  ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•  ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•’?ใ€‘

โ€œYou know that, too.โ€

Siwoo arrived at his desired destination.

ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค? ๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–โ€™๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐•ค๐•š๐•˜๐•Ÿ ๐• ๐•— ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•๐•š๐•ง๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•–.ใ€‘

โ€œOf course not. Itโ€™s a closed place.โ€

โ€˜๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™˜๐™ ๐™„๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™šโ€™

The place where Min-jun was murdered.

It was owned by his younger brother, Si-joon, but it is said that after Min-junโ€™s death, it was simply closed and not used for any purpose.

His younger brother must have also found it difficult to accept Min-junโ€™s death.

They were disciples centered around Siwoo, but their relationship was more than brothers.

Min Si-joon, Kang Yeo-hwa, Xiaolong, and Min-jun.

โ€œ. . .Letโ€™s go in.โ€

His emotions were stirred by his useless old thoughts.

He thought he had been worn out a lot over the past 100 years.

He still felt an inexplicable emotion when he thought of his disciples.

The interior was so full of dust and mold that it was difficult to breathe.

Dust billowed up with every step.

Siwoo lightly used his mana to filter out the dust.

He stood in front of a desk cluttered with books.

Dust was piled up on the books and on the desk, like years.

โ€œ. . .Here.โ€

Siwooโ€™s gaze turned somewhere and soon stopped.

A dark, murky stain visible behind the desk.

The murder scene.

Siwoo let out a small sigh.

ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐••๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–?ใ€‘

Pre carefully asked, noticing Siwooโ€™s depressed mood.

โ€œI need to steal his memory of that day.โ€


Pre understood what he meant.

Siwoo unsealed the glass bottle that Nameless had extracted and placed it on his palm with the lid open.

ใ€๐•Š๐•™๐•’๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ?ใ€‘


ใ€๐•Š๐•œ๐•š๐•๐• [๐‘๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐š]ใ€‘


A light blue circle appeared on his palm, and dozens of strokes were drawn vertically and horizontally.

Twelve letters were quickly engraved from the center of the circle, and soon they scattered dazzling rays of light.


The mana in the glass bottle placed in the center of the magic circle began to boil.


Mana liquid gushed out as if it were rising into the air.

However, Siwoo stared at the mana without any change in expression.

The mana liquid, which had poured out like a fountain and overflowed, soon slowly gathered in the air and formed a shape.

It was Min-junโ€™s appearance.

Like an impressionist painting, his experiences at the last moment were expressed and painted over with mana.

โ€œYouโ€™re not alone.โ€

Min-jun, who was on the desk, looked at someone who had entered the research institute with a questioning expression.

However, the other personโ€™s appearance was blurry.

It was difficult to recognize, as if it had been mosaicked.

This was inevitable because this was not a CCTV but a mana that had absorbed Min-junโ€™s emotions.

In the end, the opponent moves and Min-jun unfolds his skills to confront him.

The movement of the mana being expressed was rough.

โ€œ. . .He was strong, the opponent.โ€

Min-jun was by no means a weak Hunter.

He was on the weaker side compared to Xiaolong or Kang Yeo-hwa, but he was also Siwooโ€™s disciple.

The opponentโ€™s appearance was seen through the eyes of Min-jun, who had collapsed.

Soon, an assassin who bent down and smiled at Min-jun.

Min-junโ€™s mouth twitched.

Since [๐‘๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐š] couldnโ€™t hear the sound, he opened his eyes wide and observed the shape of Min-junโ€™s mouth instead.

โ€œV. . .I. . .Pโ€™s orders?โ€

Siwoo read the lips slowly.

Min-junโ€™s mana gradually faded.

The mana that had shaped the enemy became sharper.

His feelings at the moment of death.


The opponent who heard Min-junโ€™s question answers.

At the last moment, his face was revealed for an instant.

Siwoo read those lips closely as well.

โ€œNo, higher up.โ€

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