The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 179

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝟗: 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 2

“Marco and Martinez. Where have I heard those names before?”

Crowel tapped his head with his free hand, the one not holding the apple.

He was sure he had read their names while reviewing the report on Min Siwoo.

It must’ve been the beginning of the report. . .

“Ah, I remember now. They were the HSIU agents who were on the scene when the ghoul attacked in Nuremberg, Germany. They’re the Hunters who crossed paths with Min Siwoo back then, right?”

Crowel managed to recall their names thanks to his tenacious memory.

Marco and Martinez looked at Crowel with eyes full of admiration.

“Incredible! When I heard about it from Mr. Juan, I wasn’t particularly impressed, but now that I’ve seen it firsthand, I must say that the nickname ‘strategist’ suits you well.”

“Wow, I’m impressed too! You have a remarkable memory!”

“It’s nothing. They’re French and Mexican. . . “

Crowel remembered not only their names but also information about them.

“You joined the vice president’s faction right after Min Siwoo entered the HSIU headquarters? I heard you had a drink together.”

“Yes. . . I am. Are you aware of such trivial details?”

Marco asked, his expression more stunned than admiring.

Cargill Juan hadn’t told Crowel who his spies were, assuming he would have heard about them in advance.

However, the fact that he could rattle off data about someone he had only heard the name of meant that he was randomly collecting information on a regular basis.

“I’m not a strategist, but. . . the more information you have, the better. It makes it easier to deal with unexpected situations.”

Crowel answered Marco’s question with a deadpan face.

“There’s one thing I’d like to get straight. Weren’t you guys on Min Siwoo’s side? I thought you were, so I excluded you from my recruitment targets.”

“Hahaha, no, not at all. These guys weren’t affiliated with anyone in the first place. They just happened to meet Min Siwoo at the headquarters and had a drink with him. After that, they joined the vice president’s faction. The information these guys gave me was quite valuable.”

Cargill Juan stroked his mustache and answered instead.

He had always kept a close eye on the Hunters who visited the headquarters.

Those who would become his partners, those who were close to the vice president, and those who just took the money and ran.

Among them, Cargill Juan was particularly interested in those who maintained political neutrality.

He would seek out such Hunters, befriend them, and gradually persuade them to join his support base.

They might not be of much help right now, but they could have a significant impact in the future.

“Is that so. . .? So, you didn’t join the vice president’s faction because Min Siwoo asked you to, but because Cargill ordered you to.”

“Of course. Edward wouldn’t suspect any Hunter who had crossed paths with Min Siwoo, would he? Our Hunters are already known to the vice president’s men, so they wouldn’t be able to join. These two neutrals were caught at just the right time.”

“Hmm. . . I see.”

Crowel nodded in agreement.

It’s always better to have more information, regardless of how much or how little.

It would be better to collect information from these low-level agents than to rely solely on someone like Cargill Juan.

“Then you must have some familiarity with Min Siwoo? What do you think, you two?”

“Of course! Siwoo thinks of us as friends! That’s why Edward was fooled, our plan was brilliant!”

“Martinez is right. He probably thinks of us as friends. Of course, it’s true that we were somewhat acquainted. However, Juan’s conditions were much better than a cheap friendship.”

“Kukuk. I wouldn’t spare a billion dollars for excellent Hunters like you.”

Cargill Juan laughed cheerfully as he patted Marco and Martinez on the back.

He had so much money that it was rotting anyway.

When you’re in the upper echelons of the HSIU headquarters, people from all walks of life who want to cover up incidents will contact you.

You could either let the investigation fizzle out or make it worse by charging them with a more serious crime.

There were many people in the HSIU of each country who wanted to be promoted to the headquarters, so there was no better position to make a lot of money if you just played your cards right.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦!’

Cargill Juan’s ultimate goal was to become the president of the HSIU headquarters with 〈Pandemonium〉 on his back.

And to become a world power by controlling 〈Pandemonium〉 in the shadows and the HSIU in the open.

To do that, the first person he had to get rid of was Vice President Edward.

“Crowel, the plan is going well, right? Considering the money I donated to the organization this time. . .”

“Yeah, yeah. Enough with the useless talk. I’ll take care of it without you telling me.”

Crowel interrupted Cargill Juan when he mentioned the organization.

He didn’t know how much he had told those two, but the organization was not a topic to be brought up lightly.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.’

Crowel glared at him, his face contorted in disgust.

“Uh. . . I got it, I got it. I was just talking out of concern. I’m just nervous because the meeting is in a few days. You understand, right?”

“If you understand, that’s fine. Let’s all watch what we say and do, because you never know when disaster will strike.”

“Ahem! I understand, I’ll be careful.”

Cargill Juan tried to change the atmosphere with a fake cough.

“Well then, Crowel, I’m counting on you. The meeting. . . no, I’m counting on you to help me win the presidential election.”

“Yes. Don’t worry and just behave yourself.”

“I understand. Then I’ll be going.”

As Cargill Juan got up from his seat, Marco and Martinez, who were sitting next to him, also got up.

They exchanged a brief glance with Crowel and walked out of the hotel.

Crowel watched Cargill Juan leave and muttered with a sigh.

“I’ll be in trouble too if you lose the presidency.”

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Laboratory at 〈Pandemonium〉 in Nevada.

The doctor was flipping through a grimoire when he heard a knock and turned his head.

“Who is this? ot Diakan’s goons, are they?”

“Doctor, we don’t follow anyone. We respect all 3rd Hierarchy members.”

“That’s right! Of course, the person I respect the most is Brother Kaise!”

The doctor frowned as he looked at Arumu and Laban.

“Hmph, even so, aren’t you just cleaning up that bastard’s sh*t under Diakan? I’ve never seen you guys working with the other 3rd Hierarchy.”

“Well. . . Doctor, Ryu-sing, Penelshul-nim, Kim Hwan. . . Most of them work alone or with subordinates who are better than us.”

“You talk a good game for a smart mouth. You seem to be better than that Crowel bastard in that regard, Arumu. That guy’s only good at scratching people’s backs.”

“Is that a. . . compliment?”

Arumu’s face turned pale when she was compared to Crowel.

The doctor snorted instead of answering and shook his head twice with a strange look in his eyes.

“But why isn’t Kaise here?”

“Oh, Brother Kaise had something else to do, so he went to Black Heaven.”

“Damn it, the one I asked for doesn’t show his face and goes somewhere else?!”

The doctor muttered angrily, and Laban made excuses as if he were in trouble.

“The guy we’re dealing with this time is really strong. He killed Jackal and Ruslana, and he killed two devils, so we need to prepare, don’t we?”

“Tsk, tsk. I know that much. He’s the one who broke my gate twice.”

“That’s right. That’s why Brother Kaise is in Black Heaven.”

“Why the hell is he in Black Heaven?”

“He said he wanted to get his hands on a curse.”

The doctor took off his thick magnifying glasses and frowned.

Curses were not something that could be easily seen.

They were not skills that were useful for clearing gates or fighting monsters, so guilds did not deal with them, and the number of people who could awaken it in the first place was ridiculously small.

Therefore, curse-type mages made a living by selling their abilities in shady organizations or places like Black Heaven.

“A curse. . . That’s an unusual idea. My grimoire doesn’t have a section on curses either. It would be more effective if I used it like this.”

The doctor smiled as he looked at a fist-sized flask filled with a red liquid.

“Here, this is what Kaise asked for.”

He picked up the item that had been placed on the corner of his desk and handed it to Laban.

“What is this? Blood?”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

“I didn’t hear anything from him. He just told me to go to the doctor and get the item he asked for.”

“Hmph, handle it with care. It’s good that I got to do some interesting research thanks to it, but it’s definitely a dangerous item.”

Laban shook the liquid in the flask.

The slightly viscous blood was mixed with a blackish color.

“It’s not human blood.”

“You’re quick to notice. It’s a modified version of troll blood.”

“Huh? Troll blood. . .”

Trolls were not very common monsters, even in gates.

They were so powerful that even A-rank Hunters had to be present to kill just one, and their unique regenerative ability made them infamous.

“But why. . . ?”

“You idiot. Do you know that Min Siwoo is a healer?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of him. I heard he’s a pretty good healer.”

“The secret to a troll’s regenerative ability is not ‘magic’ but ‘blood’. And the healing of healers and the regenerative ability of trolls have similar mechanisms.”

The doctor explained, pointing to the blood in the flask and the grimoire.

“So I dissolved that ability into a potion, reverse-engineered the healing mechanism, and mixed it with magic.”

“Uh. . . huh??”

Laban opened his eyes wide as if he had heard something from another world.

The doctor put his hand on his forehead and groaned, “Ugh.”

“Let me explain it simply. Just sprinkle the contents of that bottle on his wound.”

“Oh. . . What happens if I do that?”

“What happens? He won’t be able to use his healing ability.”

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Siwoo healed Do Kyung-hoo, Benedict, and Lo-an’s wounds and then coached them one-on-one.

The smoke chamber was equipped with motion sensors and high-performance cameras, so their battle scenes were recorded from various angles, and Siwoo picked apart their battle stances one by one.

“Benedict, your detailed mana control is good, but you hesitate too much before using your skills. If you look at this scene right now, you should have used your skill 0.5 seconds earlier for the combo to work.”

“I understand, little master.”

“Lo-an needs to look at combat situations from different angles. And your mana distribution is still too poor. Look at these clones, their mana levels are all over the place.”

“. . .How do you know all that. . . No. I’ll fix it.”

Lo-an clicked his tongue inwardly.

“Do Kyung-hoo, you. . . You’ve improved a lot more than before. Your skills are sharper and your movements are clearer.”

“Hahaha! I never thought I’d be praised by the great Min Siwoo!”

“But you’re too emotional. Your mana control needs to be relearned from the beginning.”

“. . .From the beginning?”

“You’ve only been beating up monsters for ten years, so your instincts haven’t improved. From now on, we’ll have one-on-one battles every week.”

Siwoo walked to the center of the smoke chamber after finishing his words.

“What, aren’t you coming?”

“Uh. . . What are you doing, little master?”

“What am I doing? I’m going to review.”

“. . .Right now?”

“Or should I do it next year?”

“Hey, Min Siwoo. I think I should go back to guild business. . .”

“Then Do Kyung-hoo, I’ll teach you first, quickly.”

Siwoo rolled up his sleeves with a gleam in his eyes.

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