The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 182

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖𝟐: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩 2

Laban’s gray eyes shimmered with madness.

Although he was clearly supposed to be angry, his expression was far from it.

Pure ecstasy.

The red lights flickered in the corners of his peripheral vision, warning him that his body was going into combat mode.

“Kukuku, suffer and die in agony, like the worthless things you are.”

The man, as large as an orc, took a step toward Siwoo, his teeth bared.

His muscles swelled like the tires of a dump truck, and the veins that writhed beneath his skin resembled the roots of a massive oak tree.

Laban unhooked the ax he was carrying on his back and raised it high in the air.

It was a huge weapon, befitting his orc-like size.

“Usually, they die in one hit, but let’s see how many hits you can withstand!!”

The huge ax blade cut through the air, as if it was going to split Siwoo in half.

It was a completely different kind of blow from the pressure or fighting spirit he had felt from the ogre earlier.

Siwoo held Balmung at an angle.

He could have tried to block it with the side of the blade, but even though Balmung was incredibly durable, it would be a risky gamble.

Kakapapapak!!

The ax slid down the blade of Balmung.

“Kukuku! Looks like you can handle a sword a little!”

Laban sneered at Siwoo as he deflected the attack.

And just as the ax was about to hit the ground, the blade suddenly twisted at an impossible angle.

“ㅡㅡ!!”

Pakaaaaaaang!!

The magic shield surrounding Siwoo’s body shattered.

“Oh, damn! What a waste. Arumu! Can’t you switch faster?!”

“If you’re so dissatisfied, do it yourself.”

“I can’t do it, so of course you have to do it for me.”

“. . . Then shut up and do as you’re told.”

Siwoo frowned.

The blade of the ax grazed his shoulder, creating a long gash.

‘𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩. . . 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺?’

“Kukuku. Looks like you survived that hit. Now let’s move on to the third hit!!”

Laban’s body charged forward like a giant tank.

The ax was imbued with magic.

Zz━━━━eng!!

Sparks flew and a loud crackling sound filled the air.

The blade of Balmung trembled violently.

Siwoo recalled the swordsmanship of Do Kyung-hoo, which he had observed earlier.

A sword that flowed as smoothly and quickly as a river, with a gentle breeze.

Recalling the epitome of swordsmanship, which was smoother and clearer than any other, Siwoo swung Balmung.

Ka━━ang!! Ka-aaaaaaang!!

His hands moved in a blur.

“Keueuk!!”

Laban’s eyes seemed to blur as they tried to follow the path of the sword.

Siwoo thrust Balmung at the nape of his neck.

Booooom!!

However, the sword, contrary to his plan, stabbed into empty air.

“Kukukuku, sorry about that!!”

Like an ax cutting down a tree, Laban’s blow came flying in horizontally.

【𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭!】

A dark magic circle spread out in the air, and a solid iron shield materialized.

Teeeeeeeeeeeeeng!!

“W-What?!”

Laban was stunned at the sight of Pre, who had suddenly appeared.

He knew from the report that there was a strange doll like that next to him.

But he had never heard of it using magic.

“My pet is very smart.”

Siwoo’s kick landed squarely on Laban’s side.

Paaaaaaaak!!

Laban’s massive orc-like body flew several meters and crashed to the ground.

“Keuheuheheu. . . .”

He staggered to his feet, a trickle of blood running from his mouth.

He couldn’t understand it.

The man was clearly less than half his size.

If he grabbed his arm, it would snap like a twig, and a single swing of his ax would cut him in half like a sandwich.

Neither his strength, stamina, nor his measured magical power surpassed his own.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘶’𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵. . . !’

He frowned deeply at the unexpected turn of events.

It was then.

“Oh my, Mr. Laban. Are you really complaining now? Should I take it that you’re not focused on the mission?”

A creepy voice drifted in on the wind from somewhere.

“W-What, B-Brother Kaise?!”

“Mr. Laban~ I told you to read the report carefully, didn’t I? That he’s not someone to be taken lightly. The habit of judging others by their appearance. . . I told you to fix it.”

“I’m sorry. . . I apologize, Brother! I’ll finish it quickly! Please forgive me!”

“I’ll give you~ one minute. Let’s do this according to plan, everyone.”

Kaise said, his eyes scanning the group.

Laban wiped away the cold sweat dripping down his face and grabbed the ax again.

His eyes no longer shimmered with ecstasy.

His face was tense, as if he was being chased by death.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴.’

Siwoo sensed that the balance of power between them was heavily tilted to one side.

“I guess I’ll have to bet my life on this one minute.”

At that moment, an enormous amount of magic power and a dense aura erupted from Laban’s body.

And mixed faintly within it was a foul demonic energy.

“Gyaaaaaaaaaa!!”

He stomped his foot.

Siwoo also opened up his dantian and let more magic power flow through his body.

A cool and refreshing sensation washed over him.

Kwakwakwakwakakaang!!

The weight of the ax as it was thrust down was explosive.

Laban gritted his teeth so hard they cracked.

He felt a chill, as if Kaise was staring down at him from right behind him.

‘𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭. . . 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦. . .!’

He knew Kaise’s personality well.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he realized it instinctively.

Before Laban met Kaise, he was a well-known strongman among the 4th Hierarchy.

Once a third-rate hunter with nothing to show for himself, he began to rise through the ranks after being infused with magical energy, and thanks to the attention he received from his superiors, he was able to climb to the 4th Hierarchy.

Laban climbed the ranks within 〈Pandemonium〉, carrying out his missions without fail.

He had even challenged Jackal, Ruslana, Crowel, Arumu, and Takashi, who were also in the 4th Hierarchy, and with the exception of those who refused to fight him, he had emerged victorious in every battle.

To be honest, he had never truly tested his abilities, but he felt like he could even defeat the 3rd Hierarchy.

Laban became arrogant and fearless.

And at the height of his arrogance, he met Kaise.

Kaise was a man who, with his weak appearance and lack of vitality, had never been considered a rival in the first place.

He had thought of him as nothing more than a shuttle.

Then, on the way to a mission together, he had taken out his anger on Kaise.

It was because he couldn’t stand Kaise’s nagging, despite being the strongest, about following orders.

‘𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. . . 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵.’

For the first time in his life, Laban experienced the emotion of fear.

It wasn’t simply because he was in danger of dying.

It was the endless malice and darkness he felt from Kaise that had shattered his mind.

Laban swung his ax with such force that his biceps exploded.

Zzzzzeeeeng! Ze━━━━━ng!!

He didn’t want to feel that way again.

“Kaaaaaaaaaargh!”

Laban’s excitement caused his magic power to surge and spike in all directions.

“That idiot!”

Arumu deflected Siwoo’s counterattack and controlled the direction of Laban’s attacks so that they would hit.

Was it because of the one-minute time limit?

The giant’s attacks became faster and more violent the longer the battle went on.

Gashes appeared all over Siwoo’s body, and his clothes were soaked with the blood that flowed out.

However, Siwoo did not use Heal right away.

He recalled the faint sensation he had felt when he first arrived here and activated his magic detection.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴. . . 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮;

In places where demonic energy was dense, the use of magic power became much slower and less efficient, and even simple physical enhancements became less effective.

In particular, Heal, known as a ‘light’ attribute, doubled its magic power consumption and its effect was significantly reduced.

Therefore, it was more efficient to heal minor wounds all at once.

Siwoo deflected all of Laban’s heavy ax blows, but he couldn’t block the wounds caused by Arumu’s change of direction.

He focused all his attention on defense and observed the movements of the others.

At first, he had thought that Kaise might try to do something.

However, he had simply crossed his arms and watched Laban’s battle.

In this way, almost a minute had passed.

“Keueueueuk!!”

Laban, who looked exhausted, squeezed out his last bit of strength and released both demonic energy and magic energy at once.

KwakakakakaII

Large and small wounds were added to Siwoo’s body.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦?’

The Demon Realm was known as the graveyard of healers.

If Kaise had known that Siwoo was a healer and had carried out this plan, then he was quite a cunning man.

At that moment, a glass bottle came flying through the air and stopped right in front of Siwoo’s nose.

“Hyyaaaaah!!”

Laban’s ax, assisted by Arumu, swung at the bottle.

Chaklang!!

The bottle shattered and the contents inside splashed all over Siwoo’s body.

“. . . What is this. . . .”

A foul, bloody smell filled the air. Unconsciously, Siwoo grimaced and sniffed at the smell coming from his clothes.

He felt a strange sensation in his body and an ominous thought crossed his mind.

“Hey~ the plan worked, Mr. Laban.”

Kaise’s chilling laughter confirmed his suspicions.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

“Well then, let’s do it that way in the election.”

“Hahaha. I’ll be counting on you! Be careful.”

Cargill Juan thanked those who were sitting across from him.

After they left, Cargill Juan sat in his study and smoked a pipe.

Creak.

The deep leather chair creaked.

He sorted out the thoughts that were racing through his head.

Looking at the current vote count, he was ahead by about 6 to 4.

‘𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵.’

Not long ago, it had been 7 to 3 or even 8 to 2, but Edward’s approval rating had risen sharply since the appearance of a man named Min Siwoo.

‘𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.’

Cargill Juan took out a 38-year-old Royal Salute from the liquor cabinet and poured it into a mini glass.

The smooth aroma of almonds filled the air.

He took a sip and the rich fruit and floral flavors burst forth.

“Keuh—. That’s the stuff.”

Cargill Juan smiled in satisfaction.

Who could have predicted that he, who had been born and raised in the slums, would have such a future?

All they said was, ‘You’ll end up hooked on drugs and dead before you’re 20.’

But Cargill Juan had survived, persevered, and achieved.

His study was filled with all kinds of fine liquors and wines, and his cigarettes were arranged by type.

And that wasn’t all.

In the basement, there was a large stash of ‘medicine’ for special guests.

“Morons. In the end, all power leads to authority.”

He refilled his glass.

Now all he had to do was become president.

If that happened, the unlucky Blackwood family and the nobles who despised him would all grovel at his feet.

Knock knock knock.

“What is it.”

Cargill Juan asked.

“Mr. Juan, you have a guest.”

Marco, who had become his secretive aide, opened the door to the study.

“A guest. . . but my schedule for today is finished.”

“Yes, I told him that, but he said to tell you just one thing.”

“What is it?”

Marco scratched his head and continued.

“It is. . . The ‘hitman’ who was in charge of the Min Siwoo hotel case.”

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