The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 21.2

Si-woo took a sip of beer, inferring what his younger brother had left unsaid.

The sour taste and faint fruity aroma lingered in his mouth and disappeared.

It must be because of Choi Dae-soo.

Ten years had passed since he had disappeared into another world. He had not found out the details of what had happened during that time.

He had not asked about it in detail.

However, he could only guess from the sight of Choi Dae-soo, who had become the president of a country, his disciples who had scattered, and his younger brother’s reaction, who was now watching him cautiously even after his return.

‘𝙄𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝘿𝙖𝙚-𝙨𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩.’

What couldn’t that ambitious musclehead have achieved, now that he was even a president?

Si-woo thought of Si-joon, who must have been mentally stressed for ten years.

It wouldn’t have been easy for him to protect his position and establish a guild.

He decided that it was in Si-joon’s best interest to take a step back at this point.

If that would put his mind at ease.

“Okay, since you’re worried, I’ll be careful.”

“. . . . . . Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll be careful.”

Si-woo spoke as if he had made a huge decision.

Since it was a promise to his younger brother, he would keep it.

He had to be careful.

He just had to be careful.

【𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕!!】

Whether or not he understood Si-woo’s intentions, Si-joon let out a sigh of relief and smiled with genuine ease for the first time.

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Awakener Penitentiary, Incheon.

Amidst the free time at the exercise yard, a group of inmates approached a man lying on a bench.

The man they surrounded was a newbie who had yet to spend two months inside.

Half of his two month sentence had been spent in solitary confinement after a fight with another inmate upon entering the prison.

Or rather, it was closer to a one-sided beat down than a fight.

“Yo.”

“. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .”

“Yo newbie punk. Are you showing off your ear piercing skills? Wakey wakey, open those peepers.”

The clean shaven convict leading the group barked out.

“. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .What’s up?”

The newbie inmate asked, barely opening his eyes.

He didn’t even bother to get up, remaining seated on the bench.

“You were a big shot outside, no? Your alias was Monk the Grey?”

“‘Seriy Volk’ , you fool. And you are?”

Volk said, moving the scar on his lips.

It was a sharp scar that looked as if a large wolf had clawed him.

“I’m the big boss who controls a sector of this prison. Yeah, that’s right. I heard you were Volk. Alias the Wolf, but a wolf shouldn’t act in a pack like this.”

“What’s the matter?”

Big Bear, a large man over 2m tall, tsked and sat on the bench across Volk.

“The guy who was hospitalized last month after getting beaten by you is our youngest. Our family has been doing a little well in here but now because of you we’ve all got a whole lot of shit on our plates.”

There were numerous groups within the prison and most of them belonged to a certain faction.

It was a place where it was impossible to survive without belonging somewhere.

The ‘family’ that Big Bear spoke of was just such a group.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“What do you think? We’ve got to save face within the organization. Blood must be returned with blood.”

Volk sighed and rose from his seat.

At that small movement, the surrounding men tensed up and took up a guarding stance.

“Blood for blood. Not bad.”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I’m not here to kill you.”

“But I do have orders I need to carry out first. I need to start there.”

“Orders. . .?”

Before Big Bear could even finish speaking, Volk’s bare foot shot out and pierced Big Bear’s neck.

“Kugh!”

“Even your toes will become a weapon if you train them well enough.”

“You bastard!!”

“Kill him!!”

Big Bear’s underlings, who had surrounded Volk, swung their fists at him.

However, Volk easily dodged all of their attacks and with lightning fast movements stabbed their vital points with his sharpened fingertips.

Pooh-ook! Puh-ook! Puh-ook!

“Keuheok. . . .!”

“Ku-ruck!!”

It wasn’t even a fight.

Big Bear’s underlings didn’t even have a chance to put up a fight against Volk’s attacks.

The inmates of Awakener Penitentiary had all of their mana and abilities sealed.

They couldn’t use their enhanced physiques or magic.

So what Volk was using right now was just his raw physical strength.

“You shouldn’t have charged in with an untrained body.”

Volk mumbled as he looked at Big Bear, who was bleeding to death from his neck.

Awakeners usually relied heavily on their skills and enhanced bodies during fights.

Even in their current state where all their abilities were sealed, they failed to learn from their past experiences and continued to fight in the same way.

“I didn’t want to cause trouble like this but if the higher ups tell me to do it, what can I do? After all, we’re family.”

Volk patted Big Bear’s cheek and returned to his bench.

The sound of guards running in from afar could now be heard.

《Cause trouble in the prison.》

‘This should be enough to cause trouble.’

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“Sheri Volk, your real name is not registered?”

“I threw it away.”

The warden glanced at Volk’s face.

Despite the sealing orb that suppressed the Awakener’s abilities, two people had died and three were seriously injured.

This was not a problem that could be solved simply by locking him up in solitary confinement.

“You will be sent to a place that is much more secure than our prison. It would have been better for both of us if you had behaved yourself here. . . You’re asking for trouble.”

“That’s okay.”

The warden signed the transfer document with a short sigh.

“We will pack your belongings here and send them separately. The vehicle is ready, so you can go straight there.”

Volk boarded the vehicle as instructed by the prison guard.

It felt more like a vehicle designed for a special purpose than a regular escort car.

“This car is so spacious.”

He got into the car, moving his hands and feet, which were bound with handcuffs and shackles.

He had expected to be heavily guarded, but there was only one more person in the escort area besides the basic personnel in the driver’s and passenger seats.

“What the heck. Are you the only one guarding me? I know I’m in handcuffs, but this is a bit too much.”

Volk spat at the man sitting across from him.

He had taken down five criminals with his mana and abilities sealed, and yet he had only one guard.

It felt like he was being disrespected.

“Hyung, are you a prison guard who is escorting me?”

“No.”

“Then you must have come from somewhere else. You must be quite skilled, huh? I can tell by the fact that you came out to guard me alone after hearing my name.”

“. . . . . . .”

“You’re a boring hyung. Which guild are you from?”

“I’m not from a guild.”

Volk scratched the scar on his lips.

He had thought that a large or medium-sized guild had hired him and attached a combat Hunter to him.

“If you’re not from a guild, where are you from?”

Volk’s endless questions were met with a lazy reply from the man, who looked annoyed.

“HSIU.”

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