The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 150

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓𝟎: 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚 2

“Excuse me, I am Uljibataar, the chief of the [Oro Tribe]. May I ask who you are?”

“I am Min Siwoo, an Senior-level agent from the 〈HSIU International Headquarters〉 who came at the request of President Gantulga. And . . . .”

Siwoo pointed his finger upwards.

There, a man in a navy-blue coat, resembling the sky, was slowly descending while holding an umbrella.

“. . . . . .huh?”

Sansar frowned and looked at the two men alternately.

‘What the hell is this? Are these also monsters that came out of the S-rank gate?’

She recalled her mother’s advice as she looked at the men with an appearance and unique costumes that she had never seen before in Mongolia.

“Wow~~. This is great! I didn’t expect to meet a Mongolian hunter as soon as I arrived in Mongolia! My name is Benedict Ackerman! Is this lady a hunter too?”

【𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.】

“Gasp!! Then does that mean you are going to kill us right now? Grandmaster, step back behind me! No matter what happens, I will protect the Grandmaster!”

【𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧!】

Sansar, who was listening to the other party’s conversation, hurriedly interjected as her intentions and words were going in completely different directions.

“No, wait! Oh, there seems to be a misunderstanding! I didn’t mean to repay with death. . . . Chief, come here and explain! I’m not that weird of a woman!”

Uljibataar nodded at her words and explained to the others.

“She’s crazy. I hope you don’t mess with her.”

“Hey, you son of a chief!! Do you want to die?”

Hearing her roaring voice, Benedict and Pre distanced themselves from her little by little.

Then Siwoo approached Uljibataar.

“Your wound is deep.”

“I was attacked by the one that Sir Hunter Siwoo defeated. He pierced my stomach with his fist.”

“You haven’t killed it yet.”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t kill it. You crushed it to the ground, making it difficult to ‘merge’.”

He then lifted Uljibataar’s clothes and put his hand on his stomach.

At that sight, both Uljibataar and Sansar could only stare at Siwoo with wide eyes.

In their tribe, it was unimaginable for a man to touch the bare skin of another man.

“Now, hold on, what, what are you doing?!”

“Chief, I know. There is also this way of love.”

“W-What?!”

“It’s okay. If the Chief agrees to act as the husband, I won’t discriminate.”

“S-Sansar!!”

Siwoo ignored their bickering and poured his magic into his stomach, implementing a spell.

A large circular spell appeared, and hundreds of geometric shapes and letters began to fill it up in a jumble.

A brilliant light emanated from the magic circle.

It was a warm sensation that seemed to overwhelm everything, like nothing they had ever seen before.

Uljibataar could not close his mouth as he watched the golden letters pouring into his wound.

It was the first time he had ever seen this kind of skill implementation since he was born.

After the letters dug into the wound, a flash of light flashed and the wound was repaired.

It was not simply sutured and stopped bleeding, but restored to its previous state.

Uljibataar had met numerous shamans in Mongolia, Tibet, and China, but he had never seen anyone who could heal to this level.

No, can this be called healing?

What is this. . . .

‘Isn’t it regeneration?’

Uljibataar stroked his stomach and checked the condition of his body by circulating his magic.

Even the mana channels where mana flowed were perfectly restored.

This was close to a miracle shown by God.

When Uljibataar wiped the blood that was on his stomach and showed the cleanly healed area, Sansar asked with surprised eyes.

“Oh my. . . Chief, are you okay?”

“I seem to be okay. . . . Not just okay, I’m completely healed. It’s all thanks to Sir Hunter Siwoo’s ability.”

He looked at Siwoo with eyes full of respect.

“Are you okay? Please tell me if there is any discomfort.”

Siwoo was asked by President Gantulga to ‘return them safely’.

He had made an urgent request, saying that they were indispensable personnel in Mongolia, even if they were not considered top-notch by world standards.

‘Well, any country would be in an emergency if they lost their rank 1 and 2 in one day.’

Siwoo could fathom President Gantulga’s feelings.

A high-ranking hunter within a country did not simply mean a single individual.

They formed the backbone of the country, served as a defense against monsters, and became factors that increased national power.

Just looking at the countries that possessed ‘Misteltein’, one could see the different reactions of neighboring countries before and after possession.

Because of such concerns and worries, President Gantulga must have been unable to drive Uljibataar and Sansar into the S-rank gate.

If they were to die inside as well, Mongolia would have no choice but to declare a state of emergency.

‘In that case, they would have to ask for help from China or Russia, but Russia would be preoccupied with the S-rank gate. China would come to help. . . but they are a country with such great ambition that we can’t just accept it without worry.’

No wonder he had asked for help from a hunter he had never met before.

Of course, Siwoo was not simply helping out of a sense of volunteerism.

“Yes, thanks to you, my wounds are all healed. How can I thank you. . . .”

“It seems like that thing has awakened. Shall we continue our conversation later?”

“What are you talking about. . . .”

Uljibataar was so surprised by Siwoo’s technique that he had forgotten that the Cyclops was still alive.

Kwagwaaaahhhhhhㅡㅡㅡ!!

“Grandmaster! Get behind me!”

【𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮!】

The monster’s new form sprang up, breaking the floor of the canyon.

Benedict took out a short and slender staff like a baton from his arms and swung it forward.

As the blue wind swept in, magic power was added to the implemented spell, and a huge magic circle emitted light.

[Time Traveler: Jester’s Juggling]

About ten oval-shaped donuts penetrated the Cyclops’ entire body.

Rustle, rustle.

The sharp, almost pointed, blades of time cut the monster’s limbs into pieces like ripe fruit.

The Cyclops’ newly formed body, which had been cut into small pieces, fell thudding to the floor.

“Grandmaster, did I do it right?!”

“Hey, it’s not dead yet. I told you to watch the enemy until the end.”

【𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞! 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟!】

“I understand, Grandmaster!”

Benedict raised his staff and fired [Jester’s Juggling] at it again.

Now, it was no longer in a form where it could remain intact, as if it had been minced rather than cut into pieces, but the Cyclops did not die and began to gather its body.

Is it learning?

The time it took for the monster to repair its body was getting shorter and shorter.

“What should we do, Grandmaster?”

【𝐄𝐫. . . 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. . . . . . .𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭. . . 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬! 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞!】

Pre flicked Siwoo with his wings as if to tell him to teach him quickly.

“. . .Burn it with fire.”

Siwoo frowned at the idiot duo and answered.

“I’m sorry, but little teacher, I’m not a flame user, so I can’t use fire?”

Benedict looked at Siwoo with innocent and naive eyes.

“Then what else do you know besides time magic?”

“Time magic is amazing~. It’s completely different from ordinary elemental magic that you can learn if someone teaches you.”

“It doesn’t seem that great. Hey, Pre.”

【𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭!】

Pre, who had observed Benedict’s skills several times and acquired the ability, shared his strength with Siwoo.

Based on a huge circle, thousands of shapes, letters, and symbols were packed tightly, and Siwoo’s magic power flowed fiercely along the circuit.

[Time Traveler: Jester’s Juggling]

A dark blue magic circle emitted a flash of light.

Hundreds of jugglers appeared in the air, their blades gleaming.

“Huh???”

Benedict opened his mouth wide and looked at the sight.

“Look, look. You’re showing off with a skill that even dogs and pigs use? I would have made a thousand if I had a staff.”

At Siwoo’s gesture, [Jester’s Juggling] rose and rushed towards the Cyclops that was raising its body.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!!

Everyone was speechless at the sight of the monster being crushed as if it was being ground in a mixer.

They couldn’t even tell if it was the monster that had been trying to pressure and kill them.

The difference in strength was so great that Uljibataar, Sansar, and Benedict did not even feel jealous.

They were simply overwhelmed with endless awe.

“See? You shouldn’t go around showing off with just one skill.”

In fact, the reason Siwoo could be so intimidating was not simply because he could copy the abilities of others by having Pre alone.

It was a technique that would not be possible without Siwoo’s analytical ability of the circuit and his delicate magic operation.

In addition, he also needed to have an abundant amount of mana to continuously supply to Pre.

“. . .Yes.”

Benedict blinked his eyes and tried to recall the sight he had just seen.

Could there be someone who could copy and use magic that was ranked 20th in the world on the spot?

『It hurts. What are you.』

The Cyclops, which had now restored its body at a noticeably faster rate, spewed intense magic towards Siwoo.

“Ugh! It looks like we have to finish it before it gets stronger! Do you have any ideas?”

Uljibataar asked, biting his lips at its momentum.

The compatibility was not good.

If it were an enemy that was simply strong or used magic, he would be able to kill it even by swinging his crescent blade like crazy.

‘That hunter named Benedict also doesn’t seem to have good compatibility, and Sir Hunter Siwoo also seems to be a close combat type. . . .’

Uljibataar wondered if he should just become a shield and hold it back.

It was funny to say that he would give up his life again in front of his savior, but if that was the only way, he would not hesitate to throw away his life.

“I have an idea.”

Siwoo clenched his fists.

[Takemikazuchi: Lightning’s Root]

As he poured his magic power into his bracelet, a bright yellow flash wrapped around his body and burned with a crackling sound.

It was as if electricity had been personified.

His new form approached the Cyclops and grabbed its neck with the speed of lightning.

『Slo. . . what?』

“A dead man talks too much.”

Crackle, crackle, crackle!!!

A huge electric shock radiated through his hand and began to burn the monster’s body.

“A guy who’s not even a regenerator shouldn’t heal his body without permission.”

『Hurts? Kill.』

The Cyclops, which had its neck grabbed, tried to twist its neck to get it off.

However, Siwoo suppressed its movements.

“You’re not even a loach, but you keep trying to escape.”

『Let. go. Human.』

Even as it was burning, the Cyclops kicked Siwoo in the jaw.

It was the same blow that had pierced Uljibataar’s stomach with one punch, but it would only be a blow if it hit.

Siwoo dodged the attack and flashed a vicious smile at the Cyclops.

“Do you think you can hit me with something like a kick?”

At first glance, it seemed like an ability similar to Siwoo’s, but it was not.

It was not about recovering from injuries, but simply the severed parts endlessly reuniting.

In the first place, it was an ability that was neither regeneration nor recovery.

『Let. . . go.』

“How much do I have to beat you up for you to stop making that smug face and speaking informally?”

Siwoo twisted his lips and recited fiercely at it.

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