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The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 158

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓𝟖: 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 1

Crackle.

His jawbone and masseter muscles were ripped out whole, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

“Gurg, gurg, gurg. . .!!”

Sakun screamed in agony as if he was being burned alive.

But even his scream didn’t come out the way he wanted it to.

He grabbed his ripped-out jaw with his one remaining hand.

Warm, sticky blood dripped down his hand.

“Guh, ughh. . . .”

“I hate it when people touch what’s mine.”

Siwoo grabbed his hair and muttered in an icy voice.

His earlier momentum was nowhere to be seen, and Sakun looked at Siwoo with trembling eyes, not knowing what to do.

Since his jaw was gone, he couldn’t give a positive or negative answer.

“Starting today, you’re my slave. Got it?”

“Gurg, gurg, gurg. . . .”

“What are you saying? Move your head and nod.”

Sakun shook his head up and down, tears streaming down his face.

‘𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. . . .’

Namir watched Siwoo fight with an ecstatic expression.

There were many factors that made her acknowledge Siwoo as her master, but the biggest one was Siwoo’s strength.

The dignity of an absolute powerhouse that she had never seen before.

Siwoo’s martial arts, which she had seen again for the first time in almost 10 years, were enough to make her calm blood boil.

That was when.

“S, S, Sakun-nim? I, I, I’ll help you!”

“Kekeke. There’s a strange guy. I’ll kill him. Kekeke.”

Numbers 17 and 22, who had been knocked out and lying on the floor, flew towards Sakun, who was being held down.

Seeing this, Namir raised her momentum and tried to kill them.

It would be better to kill them like this and make the position of 〈Sult Ordd〉 clear.

However, Siwoo raised his hand and stopped her.

“Master??”

“Namir, you stay still.”

Namir did not argue with him and immediately stepped back.

She had never disobeyed Siwoo before.

Numbers 17 and 22 raised their magic and activated their skills towards Siwoo.

First, Number 22’s new form disappeared and appeared behind Siwoo, releasing its magic.

It was the technique that had cut off Sirke’s arms.

Boom!

“W, W, What?”

However, Number 22’s technique was blocked by the magic shield that Siwoo had cast and bounced off powerlessly.

Then, Number 17’s skill came from the front.

It was a technique that tore the opponent’s body from the inside.

“Kekeke. Block this too. Kekeke.”

Number 17 taunted Siwoo with a smirk.

In fact, his technique was something that couldn’t be blocked by a shield.

Since it was a skill that reacted to the ‘first living thing it touched’, a defense like a magic shield was useless.

Siwoo sighed at his cheap provocation.

Thud.

“K, K, rack!”

He grabbed Number 22’s neck and put him in front of him like a human shield.

“K, K, Ku, Stop—!”

Number 17’s activated skill hit Number 22’s body and twisted his insides like a whirlwind, tearing him apart.

“Kekeke. . . . Number 22 is dead. . . . It’s not my fault.”

“Thanks for saving me the trouble.”

Siwoo, who had approached from behind, pulled out Balmung and stabbed him in the back of the head.

Number 17 rolled his eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell dead.

“Gurg, gurg, gurg. . . .”

Sakun didn’t think his subordinates would win.

He just believed that since it was a 2:1 situation, they would at least buy him some time.

He planned to take out a potion during that time to recover from his injuries and run away from here.

He wanted to report this situation to Hikatan-nim as soon as possible and have all the rebels beheaded and hung at the main gate of 〈Sult Ordd〉.

However, his plan didn’t even start since Numbers 17 and 22 couldn’t even hold on for 10 seconds before dying.

“Hey.”

Siwoo’s sharp gaze fell on Sakun.

“Ugh, ughh. . . .”

“Looking at your eyes, it looks like you’ve had a lot of wishful thinking. Should I crush one?”

“Gurg, gurg, gurg. . .!”

Sakun shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

Siwoo approached him and put his hand on his shoulder.

Even though he didn’t release his momentum or aura, Sakun felt like his body was being crushed by the enormous pressure emanating from him.

“Listen to me carefully.”

“Gurg, gurg. . . .”

“From now on, 〈Sult Ordd〉 is my territory.”

“Gurg. . .?”

“Don’t come here and do anything stupid. If you invade again, I’ll go to the Demon Realm myself and grab you all by the necks.”

Sakun couldn’t understand what this human was talking about.

Sure, he was strong, and he knew that he was powerful enough to face a demon like him.

But his ‘territory’?

Did he dare to oppose Hikatan-nim, the right-hand man of the 2nd Realm Demon King?

Did this human really not know what terrible consequences would come from rebelling against a high-ranking demon?

And to say that he would go and grab them by the necks. . . .

No one had ever dared to say such a thing to a demon before, so Sakun wondered if he should really tell Hikatan-nim about this conversation exactly as it was.

“Go and tell your superior. If you have any complaints, tell Min Siwoo of the Republic of Korea, not 〈Sult Ordd〉.”

“T, t, t. . . gurg, gurg. . . .”

“If you understand, take these guys’ heads and get lost.”

At Siwoo’s sternness, Sakun nodded and took his subordinates’ heads and ran away.

Silence fell.

Siwoo looked around.

The square seemed to be in chaos with emotions of silence, fear, and dread.

The young children huddled together, trembling in fear, and the older ones had grim expressions on their faces, imagining the terrible things that would happen soon.

The half-demons were at a loss at the sudden turn of events.

Since a high-ranking demon, who was the right-hand man of the 2nd Realm Demon King, had claimed this place as his territory, they didn’t have many choices.

They could either put up a weak resistance or obediently submit to them.

The half-demons glanced at the man who was talking to Namir in the center of the square.

They didn’t know who the man was.

They were very grateful that he had defeated the demons, but what they feared was the constant attacks of the demons that would come in the future.

Humans were not on the side of the demons, but they were not on the side of the half-demons either.

“Everyone, calm down.”

Then, Namir’s gentle voice calmed the commotion in the square.

The half-demons listened to the voice of their queen and landlord of 〈Sult Ordd〉.

Since they had been able to live this safely without any invasion from demons or humans until now, it was all thanks to her efforts, so they gave unconditional respect to Namir’s words.

“I know you’re all confused. But please calm down and listen to this man’s words first.”

Namir opened her mouth, pointing to Siwoo.

“But isn’t he a ‘human’?”

At that moment, a strong voice came from the other side.

The half-demons’ eyes turned in that direction.

“Elder.”

“It’s the Elders.”

The ‘Three Elders’ who assisted Namir and managed 〈Sult Ordd〉 appeared.

“I apologize. I’m late because of the report about the commotion.”

They apologized for being late.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re all safe.”

“Thank you for your concern, our Queen.”

The most influential middle-aged man among the Elders replied.

“I heard about the story on the way here. I heard that this man defeated the demons for us.”

“That’s right, Phenoric.”

“That’s very grateful. Since he has shed blood for us, we should let him go now and prepare for the dangers to come.”

“What do you mean?”

Namir asked with a frown.

“Your Majesty. We half-demons have lived without anyone’s help for the past few decades. There will be no one to help us in the future. Both demons and humans are just trying to use us.”

“So?”

“Let’s call IZIZ. If we become their affiliates, the demons won’t attack us for a while, even out of caution.”

Phenoric’s strong statement caused a stir among the people present.

He had realized one thing for sure while living as a half-demon.

All species rejected minorities.

Half-demons were a minority among minorities, and there was no organization or being in this world that would help them.

“I appreciate that you have protected us until now. But if the demons really set their minds on ruling us, you alone will not be able to stop them.”

“So now this man. . . .

“Isn’t he a human? He must have helped us because he has something to gain from us.”

Phenoric turned his gaze to the man.

He was wiping the demon blood off his face.

“I appreciate your help, but you should leave now. . . .

Phenoric stopped talking.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳?’

“You’re talking a lot for someone who came late.”

“What?”

“Oh! The young man has a sharp tongue! Don’t you know that this is the territory of 〈Sult Ordd〉?!”

“Phenoric, Giselle, Acabra.”

As the man called out the names of the three Elders one by one, their faces turned pale in shock.

“How do you know our names. . .?”

“Should I take out my wooden sword and train you guys until you bleed?”

Siwoo wiped off all the black blood and revealed his face.

“W. . . .

“Sir Siwoo?”

Phenoric, Giselle, and Acabra’s eyes widened and their mouths dropped open.

“Why are you so absent-minded?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“Are you using your heads?”

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“Sit comfortably, comfortably.”

Siwoo, who was sitting in the highest seat, said to the others.

“I’m most comfortable in this position. . . .”

“Me too.”

“Hehehe. Me too.”

Phenoric, Giselle, and Acabra knelt on the floor and answered with their hands folded neatly on their knees.

“Yes. I’m glad you haven’t forgotten your comfortable positions.”

Siwoo took a sip of tea and let out a small sigh.

Even at that small breath, the three Elders couldn’t help but tremble.

It was because the memory of being with Siwoo a long time ago was engraved in their bodies.

“Didn’t I tell you to protect Namir well?”

“Y-Yes, we protected her well!”

“Your Majesty! Please tell Sir Siwoo to stop!”

“I’m sorry. I don’t talk back to my master.”

Namir sat next to Siwoo and answered with a bright smile.

Then, Sirke entered with a knock.

“Here, I brought some snacks.”

“Thank you, Sirke.”

“You’re welcome. And thank you again, Sir Siwoo.”

She thought she would never be able to use her arms for the rest of her life.

There were healers and healing potions in the underground city of 〈Sult Ordd〉, but there was no medical technology that could reattach a severed body.

However, Siwoo used his skill on the severed part of her arm and healed her completely in 1 second.

The atmosphere reversed when countless half-demons who witnessed the scene praised Siwoo.

‘Surely he didn’t plan all of this, right?’

Sirke placed a plate full of snacks and fruits in front of Siwoo.

【𝐎𝐡—𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞!]

Pre, who had been sleeping soundly in his pocket, woke up to the smell of food and popped out.

“You were fine when the demons were here, but your mouth is watering for food.”

【𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.】

Pre stuck out his tongue as if he didn’t know what that was, and then immediately started stuffing food into his mouth.

“T-That. . . . Sir Siwoo. We didn’t slack off and were late. . . . It’s just that the report was late. . . .

“Really? Then should I kill the guy who reported it late?”

“N-No! That’s not what I meant!”

The three Elders broke out in a cold sweat and tried to calm Siwoo down.

“Yeah, the late report is secondary.”

“Yes? Yes, yes!”

“You guys haven’t been practicing lately, have you? Your magic and magic power are coming out on their own.”

“T-That. . . . Sir Siwoo??”

“Didn’t I tell you to fight those guys? Get up, let’s roll around again starting today.”

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