The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 245

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝟓: 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡 1

Siwoo looked at Hans.

Although it was a question thrown without any context, Siwoo could easily understand its meaning.

Information obtained from fighting the escapees.

“Sorry, for not explaining anything. The situation is very urgent. . . . But I’m not joking. . . .”

“It’s okay, I know what you mean.”

“You. . . know?”

Hans’s expression was half relieved and half troubled by the urgency of the situation.

The fact that others already knew meant that the information was not that special.

“When did you know about it? Did those bastards come looking for you?”

“No, I’ve actually known about it for quite a while. To be exact, well, my feelings towards them have been the same for the last 10 years and now. I’m rather surprised that people’s reactions towards them have changed.”

Siwoo sat Hans on the sofa and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

Hans seemed to feel a bit guilty at Siwoo’s words, so he added his own excuse.

“Everyone wanted peace at that time. With the monsters breaking in every day, the gate, the demons . . . . It was a war. Strong Awakeners like you who dared to attack the Demon King were rare. We didn’t have many choices.”

“I understand. I don’t disagree. But by stalling for time, we’re giving those bastards a chance to stabilize.”

“A chance to stabilize? Don’t they have a limit to their strength?”

“No. When they move to another dimension, it takes them a long time to regain their original strength. Humanity has given them that time, inadvertently.”

Hans looked dazed as if he had been hit in the back of the head, having heard something he had never heard before.

It was because he had never heard such words anywhere.

“Where on earth. . . did you hear that. . . ?”

“Because I moved between dimensions. The demons and the Demon Kings must have gotten several times stronger than they were when we fought the 〈Demon King War〉.”

“Then those bastards. . . The demons haven’t been preparing for war recently?”

“They have never changed their purpose of ‘conquest’ since they first set foot on this land.”

Siwoo answered in a resolute tone.

Hans had believed that things were at least peaceful, even if they were dangerous.

He had thought that the demons had recently started to show their ambitions again.

‘If they had never given up on conquering humanity. . . How much preparation must have been made in the last 10 years?’

Hans felt a chill down his spine.

A plan prepared a few months ago and a plan prepared 10 or 20 years ago would be different in their very foundation.

“Why do you look like that, Hans?”

“You’re the one who seems incredibly calm. Have you known about this for a long time and kept it to yourself?”

“Everyone will know about it eventually.”

Hans rubbed his face with his bare hands.

He had known that the situation was not good, but he had never dreamed that it would be this bad.

A global crisis that the entire world was facing.

“The ranker hunt was something close to a prelude. It was to reduce the number of strong Hunters before starting a war.”

“That’s right. An all-out war is just around the corner. Once the 1st to 4th Demon Kings’ subordinates and the devils start moving, it will be a full-scale war.”

“Ha. . . . The nightmares of the past are coming back to life.”

“No.”

Siwoo tapped the armrest of the sofa and muttered as he looked out the window.

“It’s our turn to give them nightmares.”

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Fukuoka, Japan.

The man who had hung a skewer on a beer glass at a street stall paid his bill and walked unsteadily down the back street.

“Ugh.”

The man revealed his unfamiliar, drunken face to the moonlight.

“Ugh, I’m drunk.”

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the man across the street.

An unfamiliar but familiar face.

“Hmm~ Do you know me?”

“Aren’t you Tsunenori, one of the legendary 20?”

“Oh? You’re right. Are you my fan?”

“A little closer than a fan.”

Tsunenori narrowed his eyes and tried to look straight at the other person’s face.

“Yuto. . . ?”

He looked shocked as if he had seen a ghost.

He felt as if he had sobered up in an instant.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? We’re both in the same 20 . . . 29, to be exact.”

“We were. Until you killed the other 8.”

Sweat dripped down Tsunenori’s spine.

“We went into the gate together, and we killed monsters together. But my name is not in the textbooks, huh?”

“You crazy bastard. . . . Who would put the bastard who killed his comrades like dried bonito in a textbook?! We even excluded the 8 who died because of you!”

“Hahaha. I apologize for that.”

“What. . . ! Did you come looking for me just to ask that?”

“Of course not, of course not.”

Yuto walked towards Tsunenori with a sly smile.

“D-Don’t come any closer!!”

“I’ve always wondered. Who is the strongest of the 29.”

“Damn it! I’ll admit that you’re stronger, so get lost!”

“Hey. Who fights Hunters with words?”

Yuto’s figure disappeared and his Japanese sword pierced through the darkness into the other person’s space.

Just as the blade was about to stab Tsunenori’s exposed nape.

Clank!!

A black chain blocked Yuto’s Japanese sword.

“This technique is not Tsunenori’s?”

Yuto took a few steps back and looked at the chain that had blocked his attack.

‘Surely the one who used to control that was. . . .’

“Ack. . . ! Can’t you come out a bit faster?! I almost got stabbed!”

“Hehe. You don’t even have a single scratch and you’re whining? Why didn’t you block it with your fancy spearmanship?”

“I left it at the street stall where I had the beer earlier.”

“You idiot.”

Hayakawa Seigen gathered the chains into one and handed him a spear.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Seigen.”

“You haven’t changed, Yuto.”

“Hahahaha. How hard it is to live in prison. I’ve lost a lot of weight.”

“I’m talking about your mind.”

“. . . . . . .”

“You’re still as vicious and bloodthirsty as ever.”

Yuto smiled brightly like an innocent child.

“. . . No. Maybe you never had a human heart to begin with.”

“Hahaha. That’s too much. We’re comrades who have fought together through life and death.”

“I don’t want to hear the words ‘comrade’ from a psychopath serial killer. But I’ll kill you here for old times’ sake.”

“Hmm. The three of you against me?”

Seigen and Tsunenori flinched at Yuto’s words.

“Dammit! Aoki! You got caught!”

“You’re sharp~.”

The best ‘kunoichi’ in Japan, who had been hiding in the darkness, revealed herself and threw a shuriken.

Yuto deflected the flying shuriken and kicked Seigen.

Of the three, Hayakawa Seigen had the most troublesome ability.

Yuto’s Japanese sword swung like a ray of light.

Clang!!

Tsunenori’s spear blocked Yuto’s Japanese sword, creating a loud noise.

“Are you ignoring me?!”

“Tsunenori, you’re faster than I thought?”

“I’m here too~.”

Tachima Aoki, who had approached from behind in an instant, exhaled poisonous mist from her hand.

Pfftㅡㅡ!

A deadly poison that caused one’s mana to flow in reverse and their dantian to collapse if they inhaled even a little.

Seigen and Tsunenori, who had taken an antidote beforehand, charged at Yuto without paying any attention to the widespread poisonous mist.

Normally, one would panic and breathe in the mist, leading to their own demise.

“. . . . . . .”

But he was different.

Yuto gripped his sword tightly and swung it violently, distorting the flow of air.

Zzzzzeeeeng!!

With a single swing of his sword, the surrounding air was washed away and replaced.

“Your swordsmanship is still as ghostly as ever.”

Seigen gulped and admired it without realizing it.

If only Yuto hadn’t had such a twisted mind, if only he hadn’t brutally murdered his comrades who had fought alongside him.

He would have become the top ranker in the Japanese Hunter world.

Koga Haruki, who was currently the best in Japan?

Having fought both of them, Seigen personally thought that Yuto was much stronger than Koga Haruki.

It wasn’t simply a matter of swordsmanship.

Yuto possessed an inhuman strength, and his cruelty was proportional to his strength.

“Whew~ It’s a bit of a hassle to face three of the 20 at the same time.”

“If you know that, why don’t you just get caught or die?”

“That would be difficult, Tsunenori. I have something to do in Korea.”

“Korea? What business do you have in Korea? Are you going there to hunt rankers?”

“Oh? . . . Why are you so sensitive all of a sudden, Mr. Seigen?”

Yuto asked back with a sly smile.

Seigen sniffed and made a fierce face.

“I have a friend in Korea. I won’t allow you to go to Korea.”

“Hahaha. . . . You tried to kill me because I was your comrade, but you call a foreigner your friend.”

“You bastard. The foreigner you’re talking about doesn’t kill his comrades like you.”

“Well, I can’t help it. I have a new comrade now.”

“Is that Six Fingers your fancy comrade?”

Yuto chuckled at Seigen’s question.

“You know a lot. I have a time limit with that comrade, so I have to go soon.”

“I’m sorry, but it seems like you’ll have to break that promise. Because you’ll either go back to prison or to your grave.”

After finishing his words, Seigen slammed his staff on the ground.

Thud thud thud thud thud. . . !

Giant bears made of rock rose up and surrounded Yuto.

Their appearance was so solid that one would wonder if a sword could even pierce them.

“Mr. Seigen, your magic control has gotten better than before.”

“I get stimulated when I make friends with young people.”

“I’d like to play a bit more, but. . . I really don’t have time.”

Yuto shrugged his shoulders as if it was a pity and spread his sharp mana throughout his body.

“He’s coming for real!!”

Seigen shouted.

Tsunenori and Aoki reacted to his voice and used their skills to counter Yuto’s attack.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

Clank.

The sound of a sword being sheathed could be heard from very far away.

Seigen looked at Yuto’s afterimage, which had disappeared, leaving behind a trail of light, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Crackle crackle crackle!!

At the same time that the bears made of rock crumbled, Tsunenori and Aoki fell apart like pieces of a cube.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the air.

“kkeulkkeul. . . This is. . . . The pride of the 20. . . . It’s no joke. . . .”

Seigen looked down at his severed arms and slumped to the ground.

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Yuto, who had arrived at the port, boarded a smuggling ship and hummed as if he was in a good mood.

“Are you going somewhere nice?”

The smuggling broker asked him.

“Hahaha. I’m on my way back from meeting my old comrades.”

“I see. You look happy.”

“Uncle, do you think people can change?”

“Well, I suppose it depends on the person. Those who don’t have the heart to change won’t change and will live as they are.”

Yuto chuckled, remembering Seigen’s words that his evil heart would remain the same.

“What business do you have in Korea? A comrade there too?”

“Hahaha, no. I’m going to Korea for work.”

“There’s a ‘Misteltein’ candidate and an SSS-rank Hunter there these days, so it must be quite exciting.”

“Oh. . . Are there a lot of interesting people there?”

Yuto’s eyes sparkled and the corners of his mouth turned up. these days. It’s quite exciting.”

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