The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 248

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝟖: 𝐒𝐒𝐒-𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 1

A formidable aura of the former world’s number one, released with a roar, overwhelmed the surroundings.

The ground cracked and the atmosphere tore as a deafening noise echoed.

An overwhelming presence that seemed capable of crushing everything.

Sakr strode forward, his unkempt hair fluttering wildly.

With each step he took, the ground collapsed and magic power surged like a wildfire.

“Shamal. . .!! You captured me and put me in prison. . . and while you’ve been living peacefully. . .?!”

Sakr questioned him, his voice filled with rage.

Shamal, floating in mid-air, looked down at him silently.

When Sakr was arrested on charges of civilian massacre, Shamal was the one who had taken the lead in subduing him, collaborating with the HSIU and top-tier rankers.

Sakr despised the cool and aloof gaze in Shamal’s misty eyes.

An arrogant attitude as if he had attained enlightenment.

Indeed, Shamal was known as a famous guru (a term used to refer to a sage or guide in Hinduism) within India and among Hindus.

Sakr was furious that while he had been treated as a war criminal and erased from Islamic history, Shamal, who had put him in prison, was basking in the glory of a spiritual teacher.

Where did this stark contrast stem from?

‘𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. . .!’

Shamal, hearing Sakr’s rage, asked him with a face full of kindness, but with a hint of laughter in his eyes.

“My humble abode seems cramped or uncomfortable compared to a prison, right?”

“Kukukuk. . . Shamal, your sophistry remains the same. Do you think an acre under the free sky is the same as a hundred acres in a place where freedom is taken away?”

“That may be true, but remember that I am not the one who built that prison—it is you. The millions of lives you have taken with your own hands have become the walls of that prison.”

“Shut up!! I only did what Allah commanded me to do! If I hadn’t fought in the war, there would have been not millions, but tens of millions of deaths!”

Sakr believed that what he had done was a kind of jihad, a duty that he had to fulfill as a prophet.

“Since they all died in the name of Allah, it is obvious that they went to Allah’s embrace! Why do you criticize me?”

“That is sophistry. If I had imprisoned you in the name of Allah—would that have been the right thing to do?”

“You heathen. . . Don’t speak the name of Allah in vain!!”

A violent magic power surged from Sakr’s body, and his avatar charged towards Shamal like lightning.

Zzzing!!

The incredible magic power and the magic power collided in mid-air, causing an explosion like thunder, and soon the formidable aura of the current world’s number one ranker began to unravel, countering Sakr’s momentum.

Kwagagagagagagaga!!!!

The snow accumulated on the mountains shook and the atmosphere twisted and rippled.

A thunderous roar echoed and sparks flashed like lightning bolts in the clear sky.

Sakr’s subordinates, watching their battle from a distance, were stunned by the confrontation between the two inhuman beings.

The proverb, “When whales fight, the shrimp suffer,” was made for times like this.

The subordinates hurriedly ran down the mountain, deploying magic shields.

“Hwaaaaaaaa!!”

Sakr gathered his magic power, his eyes bloodshot.

An earthen magic circle was inscribed on the ground, and a ghostly figure of a giant, about 4 meters tall, appeared.

━Kuwoeeeoeok!

The giant with its ashen face gleamed its one eye and took heavy steps towards Shamal.

“Kukukukuk! Try to defeat it! Try to knock it down! I will see how far your strength reaches!”

Sakr shouted, his eyes rolling white, his tone provocative.

Shamal, looking alternately at the giant and the crazed Sakr, exhaled a faint sigh as he released his half-lotus posture.

“You really—have not changed your measure of strength.”

“How can strength change? The power to neutralize everything! The strength to suppress everyone! The will to never bow to anyone else! Isn’t that strength?!!”

“Then when you were captured last time—were you demonstrating your weakness?”

“Keuk! That wasn’t a one-on-one battle!!”

Shamal watched the giant approaching him steadily and flew up effortlessly.

Then he pushed the giant into the sky, ever so slightly.

That was all he did.

━Kuwoeeeoeok!!

The giant flailed its arms and legs towards Shamal, and opened its mouth to devour him, but its body was already soaring endlessly beyond the sky.

“W-What. . .!? I told you to defeat it fairly! Crush it with power!!”

Sakr shouted.

But Shamal looked down at him with a leisurely smile on his face and shook his head.

“Your strength may lie in knocking it down to the ground—but my strength reaches up to the ends of the sky. Isn’t that the difference between us?”

Hearing Shamal’s words, Sakr felt his reason paralyze with anger.

His ability was to convert the damage inflicted on him by others into an attack.

That giant was a kind of sandbag created to accumulate damage.

Normally, you would have thought of the giant as a summon and attacked it head-on, but Shamal had blown the giant away without dealing even 1 point of damage.

This was something Sakr had never expected.

The last time he had seen Shamal in battle, he had not seen this technique among the attacks he had unleashed.

“Damn it. . .! My magic power. . .!”

“Will you stop being a ranker hunter—and return to the side of humanity?”

“No! I will kill all the high-rankers, including you, and then I will kill all the ‘Misteltein’ and become a living legend!”

“Is that so? How unfortunate.”

“What do you mean?”

“It is unfortunate, from my perspective, to have to kill someone who was once a comrade.”

Shamal landed on the ground, looking at Sakr with a compassionate gaze.

“Kekeke. You speak my mind. Let me use you as a stepping stone to confront ‘Misteltein’.”

“If you’re struggling this much with just me—the realm of the transcendent seems like nothing but a fairy tale.”

“Shut up!!”

Sakr gathered all his magic power into one place.

Sparks flew and his momentum boiled like flames.

Just being near him made it feel like his skin was tearing from the intense heat.

Sakr’s final blow.

“Burn to ashes, Shamalllllllll!!”

An overwhelming wave of magic power that seemed to incinerate the surroundings was unleashed towards Shamal.

The moment he attacked, he had a hunch.

Even if the ‘Misteltein’ themselves came here, they would not be able to stop this blow.

No matter how strong of a magic shield they used, no matter what kind of artifact they deployed, this attack would pierce through it all and continue on its path.

“You are certainly—strong.”

Shamal said, as if complimenting Sakr.

Even if he had blocked it with all his might, this attack was so strong that the mountain range itself would have been wiped off the map.

And he had a hunch that he himself would not be safe either.

“But do I really have to block it?”

Shamal smiled broadly and activated his ability with great force.

His ability was ‘gravity’.

Shamal exerted the maximum gravity he could muster, deflecting Sakr’s attack trajectory beyond the heavens.

Kwarurururururuk!!

Sakr’s fierce blow passed Shamal by a hair’s breadth, rising into the sky and leaving a long trail in its wake.

Sakr felt as if his dantian was being emptied, and he instantly looked haggard, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He fell to his knees on the ground, his expression one of despair.

All his plans had fallen through.

“No matter how strong the force is—it will lose its power when it reaches the stratosphere or mesosphere.”

“Th-this. . . damn it. . . You’ve never. . . faced me. . .”

Sakr approached Shamal, glaring at him as if he wanted to kill him.

“Although it is hard to say you were a good hunter—I will pray for your soul to rest in peace.”

“Son. . . of a. . . bitch. . . Next time. . . I. . . will definitely. . . !”

The moment Shamal put his hand on Sakr’s forehead,

Boom!!

An overwhelming force of gravity was exerted on his body, and he was driven through the ground and into the depths of the earth, leaving no trace of his form.

Shamal turned his attention to the place where Sakr’s subordinates had fled.

If he chased after them now, he could kill them all within five minutes.

“A Hunter who hunts Hunters. If 〈Pandemonium〉 starts to make serious moves—I won’t be able to sit still either.”

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

At Siwoo’s feet, a magic circle was formed, and a dazzling lightning bolt cut through the darkness.

[Thunderclap: Heavenly Thunder Dragon]

A gigantic lightning dragon, its scales shimmering with a golden hue, leaped out as if it were alive and breathing, and charged towards Dmitry.

Yuto, even as the lightning dragon flashed and bit Dmitry, kept his gaze fixed only on Siwoo.

Don’t mind anything.

Just focus on the opponent in front of you.

Yuto’s beloved Muramasa raised its blade, intercepting Siwoo’s Balmung, which was cutting through the darkness.

At that moment, Siwoo’s entire body began to glow.

[Takemikazuchi: Devouring Lightning]

Another bolt of lightning followed the lightning dragon, sparking, and Siwoo’s body vanished in an instant.

Even Yuto, who was renowned for his quick swordsmanship, could not properly grasp his movements, and he kept his gaze alert, looking left and right.

It is impossible for a person to suddenly disappear.

He must have moved at an incredibly fast speed, but his speed was so fast that he could not even properly follow his afterimage.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩—?!’

Yuto’s sharp eyes quickly scanned the surroundings and spotted a single bolt of lightning.

His Muramasa cut through the space with a fierce momentum, releasing a sharp sword energy.

Sworrrrrrrsh!!

Yuto’s katana pierced the space like fire, where he had anticipated Siwoo to be.

It was a moment that lasted only an instant, like the flash of a camera shutter, but if a person had been standing there, their neck would have been severed.

However, Siwoo was not there.

Or perhaps he had been there, but had dodged Yuto’s attack by a hair’s breadth.

Pazzijijijijijiji. Jijik!!

The moment Muramasa’s blade was sheathed, a bright yellow flash appeared before his eyes and struck Yuto’s face.

Paaaaaaaaaak!!

An incredibly fast blow that could hardly be described as simply fast.

“Haha. . .! This is fun, really!”

Yuto, blood trickling from his nose, rolled his eyes and revealed a crazed look in his eyes that he had never seen before.

His anger and excitement were evident in the way one corner of his mouth had curled up to his ear.

“Yuto!! If we don’t give it our all, we’ll be done for!”

At that moment, Dmitry, who had torn through the lightning dragon, approached Yuto with a furious expression on his face.

“I thought I was the only one who thought that. I’m going to do my best from now on.”

“Namir wasn’t the problem. The SSS-rank is a bigger obstacle.”

“Are you going to call me by my rank instead of my name in front of people? Should I call you ‘escaped vermins’ instead of your name?”

Siwoo said sarcastically, and Dmitry’s face turned beet red.

“It’s been a long time since I wanted to tear someone apart alive. . .”

A waterfall-like aura erupted from his body, and his whole body began to squirm as if his blood vessels were about to burst.

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