The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 136

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑𝟔: 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 1

“Puhahahaha!”

Kang Yeo-hwa was slapping the sofa, roaring with laughter.

【𝐎𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠? 𝐎𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. . . 𝐎𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠!】

“Olong, Olong, hihihi. . . Puhuhuhu. . . Ah, Si-joon used to call him that, didn’t he. . . Puhahahaha!”

TL: “Olong,” which sounds similar to the Korean word for a squid hot dog. Comparing him to a cheap street food

“. . . Samae. Please shut up.”

Lo-an gritted his teeth and pleaded with her.

To be precise, Xiaolong’s surname was Xiao and his given name was Long, but in Korea, the latter two characters were often used as a name, calling him ‘Olong’.

Especially Si-joon, who had been calling Xiaolong ‘Olong-hyung’ ever since they first met, so there was no way to change it.

“Puhuhuhu. . . Ah, I understand. . . Olong-sahyung. . . Puhuhu.”

Lo-an trembled.

He was filled with rage, but he had done something wrong and couldn’t go any further.

“How many years has it been. . . No, that’s secondary, wasn’t he in jail?”

He had heard through his contacts that Xiaolong had been badly defeated by Siwoo.

And he had also heard news that he would be in prison for at least 50 years on multiple charges.

He didn’t know why hyung had beaten Xiaolong, but he thought the relationship had ended there.

“He’s going to work under me for a while.”

Siwoo put a hand on Lo-an’s shoulder and lifted him up slightly, smiling.

“Hmm. . . Olong-hyung’s expression isn’t like that?”

“Si-joon. My opinion doesn’t matter, does it? Or Olong’s?”

“Of course. . . Aren’t they both important?”

“Yeo-hwa, will you answer for him?”

“Yes! Olong-sahyung’s opinion doesn’t matter at all compared to master’s!”

“Did you hear that?”

Si-joon looked at their faces with a blank expression.

Lo-an’s face, which had been hardened with anger until a moment ago, now looked half-dead with resignation.

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A VIP room in a high-class restaurant.

The group, who had moved to the place Si-joon had reserved, ordered the food they wanted and talked about what they had been keeping to themselves.

Of course, the questions were mainly asked by Si-joon or Yeo-hwa, and Lo-an only answered briefly.

“But Olong. . . no, Lo-an hyung, how did you train alone and reach S++?”

Si-joon flinched at Lo-an’s sharp gaze and corrected his name.

“Nothing special. While you guys were playing around in the Guild, I was just looking for strong people and sticking with them until I beat them.”

“Playing around in the Guild! You were playing gangsters with your kids in the basement!”

“Sa-mae, I wasn’t playing, I was a real organized crime bo. . . .”

“Why? Was it good because everyone bowed to you and knelt down to you?”

Lo-an tried to answer, then shut his mouth again.

He promised himself that he wouldn’t fight with Kang Yeo-hwa for the time being.

“Si-joon, what’s wrong with you? You look like death warmed over.”

At Siwoo’s question, Si-joon sighed deeply, as if he had just remembered something he had forgotten.

“It’s the mess Ryu Ji-hwan left behind. The guild members he was in, the dungeon, the items, the taxes, the salaries, etc. . . there’s a mountain of things that need to be sorted out.”

“So what did you decide to do?”

“For now, the guilds belonging to Heptagram have agreed to share it to some extent. The government has also agreed to help a little.”

Siwoo asked, bringing a medium-rare steak to his mouth.

“How are you going to divide it?”

“The simplest way is for the person who is taking the most responsibility to get the most? But after the S-rank Gate, they all suffered a lot of losses, so no one is willing to step forward.”

“So it’s not set in stone yet?”

Min Si-joon nodded.

He didn’t know his hyung was so interested in the guild situation.

Was it because he had been traveling around the world with the HSIU lately and his mind had opened up a bit?

“Hmm.”

“Master, is something wrong?”

When Siwoo made a troubled face, Kang Yeo-hwa looked at Siwoo’s complexion with concern.

“No, there’s nothing wrong.”

“But why are you so interested in guild work all of a sudden, hyung?”

“I should start taking an interest now.”

Si-joon’s eyes widened in surprise at his hyung’s answer.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?”

“You didn’t like this kind of thing before.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“I’m thinking of buying the [Gold River Guild].”

At that one word, all the hands that had been eating food stopped.

A moment of silence.

Even Lo-an, who had been expressionless throughout, stopped the fork he was bringing to his mouth and looked at Siwoo.

Kang Yeo-hwa blinked a few times and asked awkwardly, 

“Excuse me, master. . . Did we hear you wrong? Did you say you were buying the Gold River Guild?”

She and the other disciples knew that Siwoo hated being bothered.

How much did he hate it when Choi Dae-soo and Do Kyung-hoo were growing their power and expanding their organizations, while Siwoo was only with a small number of disciples?

If Siwoo had been interested in running a guild or an organization, Si-joon would have gladly given up his place when his hyung returned from the other world.

But that was ridiculous.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮.’

If Siwoo had been asked to be a Guild Leader, he would have said okay and disbanded the guild that day.

It was only natural that everyone was speechless when such a person now said he was buying a guild.

“Hyung must have misspoken. . . Right, hyung?”

Even Min Si-joon was convinced that he had misheard Siwoo.

His hyung couldn’t have said that.

“Why are you all looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?”

【𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.】

“Shut up.”

“Master. . . Why are you suddenly talking about a guild? If you need people, you can use mine,[Blue Moon, or Si-joon’s Imperial guild members.”

“No. It’s not people I need, it’s an organization.”

“Then. . . Are you really going to buy a guild?”

“Yeah.”

Siwoo continued, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“So how much does a guild cost?”

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It was a kind of filth.

Ryota often bought cat food at the convenience store on his way home.

He had become friends with a stray cat that lived in an empty lot near his house, and today he bought a can of food and rode his bike.

It was dusk and the streetlights were on in the empty lot.

“Kuro! Come out! I bought your favorite snack too!”

Ryota shouted happily before he could even park his bike.

━Meow.

“Kuro! Come out quickly, let’s eat and have some snacks! Kuro!”

Normally, he would come out quickly, rubbing his head against Ryota’s legs, but today, for some reason, he didn’t show up.

━Meow.

He could hear meows. . . Where was he hiding?

Ryota looked around where the streetlights were shining.

“I can’t see you. Kuro! Are you not getting any food today?!”

━Meow.

“Why? Are you hurt?”

Ryota turned on his cell phone flashlight and headed into the empty lot.

The poorly managed empty lot was overgrown with grass, and garbage occasionally got caught in his feet.

Snap!

“Ack!”

Suddenly, the streetlight went out.

The surroundings were plunged into pitch darkness, except for the cell phone flashlight.

“K-Kuro. . . Where are you?”

Ryota, who had just entered middle school, was not used to such darkness and situations.

He shivered and headed to the back of the empty lot, where construction materials were piled up, and flashed the light.

This was where Kuro often rested.

“K-Kuro?”

But Kuro was nowhere to be seen among the construction materials.

Ryota had no choice but to open the can with his trembling hands and put it down on the ground.

It had been less than a minute, but it felt like an hour had passed as cold sweat ran down his spine.

“I-I’ll go first today. . . Come out later and eat slowly.”

And as he was about to run away, a rustling sound came from beside him.

“Ack!”

Ryota was startled and flashed the light right away.

It was a pitch-black filth.

But what made it different from ordinary filth was that it was bubbling and foaming.

Ryota sighed in relief that it wasn’t a ghost or a spirit and started walking again.

━Meow.

“Kuro??”

He heard a meow again.

But the source of the meow was the filth he had just seen.

‘Did he fall in there?’

He picked up a stick that had fallen on the ground and approached the filth.

He carefully inserted the stick into the filth and began to stir it slowly.

The filth was made of a strange, viscous substance, as if something had been spilled.

“Why is it so deep? There wasn’t a hole like this here.”

Ryota felt strange as the stick, which was about as long as his thigh, sank in without reaching the bottom.

“Kuro. . . Did you go in here?”

━Gurgle.

Bubbles rose again.

Ryota gulped and leaned closer to the filth.

━Meow.

The filth opened its huge mouth and swallowed Ryota whole.

The filth grew its body like that and slowly floated into the sky, creating a huge circular Gate.

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〈Pandemonium〉 4th Order meeting.

An antique marble table with a lush vase in the center.

Crowel frowned at the woman sitting across from him, beyond the vase.

“Why are you glaring at me, you bastard?”

“I’m not looking at you, I’m looking at the vase, you b*tch.”

“Hmm~ I don’t listen to a bastard who gets eliminated from every operation.”

“Wasn’t the foundation of this Gate operation also laid by me and the doctor?”

“What can I do? Your head is like a lawn, full of weeds.”

Ruslana, her blond hair tied in two braids, flipped off the green-haired Crowel.

“A lawn. . .? I’ll kill you.”

“Is your head like your ancestors’ graveyard? Should I offer you some flowers?”

“That’s it, you b*tch!”

As Crowel’s eyes widened, the woman sitting next to him grabbed his body.

“You’re not the only ones here. Behave yourselves, both of you.”

Arumu, who was also of the 4th Order, stopped them in a cold voice.

Crowel glared at her and Ruslana alternately, then plopped down in his seat with a grunt.

“Heh, afraid of women~ You son of a b*tch.”

“Ruslana, shut up.”

“Why should I listen to you, Arumu?”

“. . . . . . .”

This time, Ruslana and Arumu glared at each other.

Then a holographic image appeared above the table vase, showing someone’s face.

“Sigh. . . Be quiet. . . Please. It’s. . . annoying. . . .”

A haggard man with dark circles under his eyes.

“I apologize, Diakan.”

Crowel and Arumu apologized politely.

“This meeting is. . . all of you. . . are needed.”

Originally, there should have been six more people present, excluding the deceased Jackal, but they were currently on other missions and could not attend the meeting.

“Our 3rd Order. . . has come to a. . . conclusion. This mission. . . will be led by Ruslana.”

“Kukuku! Thank you, Diakan!”

“Wait a minute! Diakan-nim, just like in Germany last time, am I being left out again this time? This project was undertaken by the doctor and me. . . .”

Crowel jumped up from his seat and protested.

“How dare this moss-headed fool speak in front of Diakan-nim? Shouldn’t he be punished?”

Ruslana pointed out Crowel’s attitude with a smirk, and Diakan raised his hand to calm the commotion.

“Crowel. . . you. . . have other work. . . .”

“Yes? Other work?”

Diakan nodded and waved his hand.

Then Arumu and Ruslana got up from their seats, bowed, and quietly went outside.

“What is it?”

At Crowel’s question, Diakan opened his bluish lips.

“〈HSIU International Headquarters〉. . . Bring it under our control.”

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