The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 256

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝟔: 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 1

Siwoo was browsing the laboratory of Lockheed Martin when he encountered an unexpected person.

“Senior Seigen?”

Hayakawa Seigen was sitting on a bed in the laboratory surrounded by people.

“Heh heh heh. I see you keep popping up in weird places. Are you traveling with the Queen of the half-demon and Sun Wukong?”

Seigen, who was chattering as usual, looked ten years older than when Siwoo had last seen him.

His cheeks were sunken and his once-sharp eyes were cloudy like those of a sick patient.

“They’re my disciples and like my younger siblings. Senior. . .are you here to make a coffin?”

“You still have the same sharp tongue. Do I look like I’m old enough for a coffin?”

“Yes.”

“. . .As I thought, my granddaughter takes after you.”

Siwoo smirked as he observed Seigen’s condition.

Seigen had mechanical prosthetics instead of both arms, and next to him were various machines monitoring his condition and a pile of magic scrolls.

“You took care of Yuto, didn’t you? I’d like to thank you on behalf of Japan’s Hunters. I wanted to stop him myself, but I had no idea he was that strong.”

“He was indeed strong. In terms of pure strength, he might have been stronger than Namir here. It’s natural that you lost to him.”

“That’s not a very encouraging consolation.”

Seigen grimaced as he moved his mechanical prosthetics.

They were the latest in magical engineering, allowing him to move them with his brain rather than his nerves, reducing the burden on the user.

Of course, they were also products that only Awakeners could use since they consumed magic power.

“They’re not as good as my own arms yet. . .but I’ll get used to them.”

“If you still had your arms, I could have attached them for you.”

In fact, Siwoo could have restored his arms even without them, but the magical energy consumption would be too great. It was easier for Siwoo to leave his arms detached.

He said it as if it were nothing, but Seigen and the researchers around him looked at him in surprise.

It had been several days since the incident, and even the nerves in the severed area had partially died, making it impossible to reattach them.

Seigen pursed his lips and gave a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

“Heh heh heh. Let’s just leave it at that. I don’t like going against the natural order of things. And by keeping my severed arms in sight, I can reflect on my own weakness.”

“. . .If that’s what you wish.”

“Besides, these arms are incredibly strong because they’re mixed with silicon carbide. They’re even stronger than my original arms, so I might be able to get a hit in if a guy like Yuto tries to cut off my arms again.”

“From what you’re saying, it seems I’ll have to make your coffin later.”

“Hah! I’ll die later than you, so don’t worry.”

Siwoo couldn’t help but laugh at this grumpy old man.

He suddenly wondered if this was how it felt to have a grandfather.

“Then watch my promotion ceremony.”

“I heard about it through the grapevine, but I wasn’t invited. Maybe if there was some good alcohol. . .”

“I’ll let you know in advance, then. I’ll make sure there’s alcohol.”

Siwoo placed his hand on Seigen’s shoulder.

At that moment, a warm aura radiated from Siwoo’s palm like a storm, and a golden, beautiful light filled the laboratory.

Kuuuu!!

Usually, when Hunters sense sudden magic power, they instinctively draw on their own magic power to defend themselves, but Seigen felt no ‘malice’ from Siwoo’s aura, so he remained still.

No, far from ‘malice’, he felt an endless warmth that made him close his eyes.

“Since you said no to arms, I can at least give you vitality .”

As the light receded, Siwoo softly chanted and left.

The researchers belatedly came to their senses and looked around to see what had happened.

“Whoa. . .hahahaha.”

However, Seigen was the only one who could immediately tell how he had changed.

It was as if he had returned to his prime, with overflowing energy and aura circulating throughout his body, starting from his dantian.

“So this is the true power of a regenerator.”

Seigen opened his sharp eyes and stared intently at the spot where Siwoo had left.

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The black market, ‘Dark Heaven’.

Ryu Ji-hwan and Crowel walked through the pleasure district, which never saw the light of day, their robes turned inside out.

“I really want to kill them all.”

Ryu Ji-hwan muttered in an irritated voice at the countless gazes that clung to them like sticky threads.

“You know that if you kill anyone here, the ‘Witch of Darkness’ will come after you, right?”

Crowel replied, trying to dissuade Ryu Ji-hwan just in case.

“Do I look like a kid? I know that much.”

“It would be nice if you had the patience of a kid.”

“By the way, have you ever actually seen that Baba Yaga?”

“No, I haven’t. I saw her on Hunter Tube, and she was really pretty.”

“A beautiful woman like that is the shaman of the century. . . I can’t believe she’s the master of this dirty street.”

Ryu Ji-hwan said, looking at the unknown magical ‘ingredients’ hanging from the street stalls.

‘𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’ 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 ‘𝘒𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺’.

If ‘Kowloon Walled City’ dealt in drugs, crime, assassinations, and anything related to the human body, ‘Black Heaven’ mainly dealt in black magic, shamanism, voodoo, and supernatural powers.

At first glance, it may seem like a lawless place with no rules, regulations, or laws, but unlike the chaos of ‘Kowloon Walled City’, there were strict rules in place here.

〈Fighting and killing are prohibited within ‘Black Heaven’〉

Thanks to this, ‘Black Heaven’ became a world-famous non-combat zone, and the system was well-protected by the ‘Twelve Leaders’, ten great shamans.

And if anyone were to break the rules, even by mistake, it would be wise to be punished by the ‘Twelve Leaders’.

In the past, a fairly famous world-ranked Hunter had committed murder here and not only escaped punishment but had even beaten up the ‘Twelve Leaders’.

It was a violation of both rules within ‘Black Heaven’.

It was an unprecedented incident, but a precedent was soon set.

He incurred the wrath of the ‘Witch of Darkness’, Baba Yaga, and ended up receiving 37 curses, suffering from horrible pain for 168 hours before dying of a heart attack.

His appearance at the time of his death was so gruesome that everyone who witnessed the scene had to undergo psychiatric treatment.

Since then, no one in ‘Black Heaven’ dared to break the rules, and Baba Yaga’s notoriety and status rose even further.

“By the way, aren’t you going to tell me about the ‘First Hierarchy’?”

Crowel, who was walking next to him, whispered to Ryu Ji-hwan.

They didn’t know the faces, names, or even the gender or number of members of the ‘Hierarchy’.

Their titles were either ‘Master’ or ‘Hierarchy’, and even at the promotion ceremony, they only met people whose faces were completely hidden by magic and whose voices were distorted.

However, unlike Crowel, Ryu Ji-hwan was trying to obtain information about the ‘Hierarchy’ through the members of IZIZ.

“What are you going to use it for?”

Ryu Ji-hwan took a deep drag on his cigarette and looked around.

“I’m not going to use it for anything in particular, I’m just curious.”

“Don’t you know the saying that curiosity killed the cat?”

“I’m not a cat. Can you at least give me a hint as to who they are? Or at least tell me how many of them there are?”

“Do you want to know?”

Ryu Ji-hwan frowned and looked at Crowel.

“Uh-huh.”

“Then join IZIZ.”

“Haah.”

“You can’t just try to get information for free. Do you know how hard our guys are working to get that information?”

“Yeah, I was wrong.”

Crowel raised his hands in surrender, signaling the end of the conversation.

Just then, Ryu Ji-hwan pointed to a dilapidated building.

“Ah, that’s the place.”

“They had to pick a meeting place like this. . .”

“Jeez, you talk too much. You wait up there.”

He clicked his tongue and stepped inside through a hole instead of a door.

“Welcome.”

The dim and gloomy room, devoid of any decoration, contained only a man and a large door behind him.

“Reservation. 381CLW221.”

“Yes, please follow the light from this guide stone.”

The man handed Ryu Ji-hwan a stone that emitted a faint light and stepped back from the door.

Ryu Ji-hwan and Crowel went down under the door and followed the light to their reserved room.

This place was called the ‘Private Box’, one of the important business items of ‘Black Heaven’.

Surrounded by an enormous amount of magic and shamanism, this place was not affected by any tracking magic, spying, eavesdropping, or surveillance, and nothing that happened inside was stored on any mechanical device.

Therefore, numerous transactions, illegal conversations, and meetings were held here every day, hundreds of them in a single day.

“It’s been a long time, Boss.”

“It’s good to see you, Crow.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Crowel, too.”

“Yes. . .it’s been a long time.”

Inside the room, Crow was sitting upright on a chair.

“You look a lot thinner, Boss.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Did you bring the item?”

“It was hard to get.”

Crow took an item out of her pocket and placed it on the table.

Ryu Ji-hwan, who was sitting across from her, picked up the item and examined it, then pulled up a hologram and searched for the item on the list sent by the doctor.

“Aha. You found it well.”

“You send me a picture and ask me to find the item right away. . . Isn’t that unethical?”

“Be quiet.”

“What is that item, Boss?”

“The guy who had it said he didn’t know?”

“Yes. Kaleo asked slowly, so it must be true.”

Ryu Ji-hwan observed the item intently and then said to Crow and Crowel.

“Put up a magic shield. I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

They nodded and cast a magic shield, then retreated to the far corner of the room.

Ryu Ji-hwan also cast a magic shield on himself, then slowly poured his magic power into the item.

No, he tried to pour it in slowly.

However, the item began to greedily devour his magic power as if mocking his efforts, and he was only able to activate the item after pouring in most of his magic power.

Zzzzzzzzzz!!

The item floating in the air flashed its blade and activated its built-in magic circuit.

The magic circle, which received the magic power, activated and created a small gate in the center of the room.

Ryu Ji-hwan was startled by the desolate landscape he saw beyond the gate and instinctively realized that this was not an ordinary ‘gate’.

“This damn doctor. . . It’s a gate to another world!”

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A few days later, morning.

South Korea was filled with a festive atmosphere.

It was the day when Choi Dae-soo, the former President of South Korea, was promoted to ‘Misteltein’.

The large electric signboard at Gwanghwamun, the tens of thousands of spectators gathered in front of it, and the reporters from all over the world gathered inside the Blue House.

Moreover, at the same time, Min Siwoo was scheduled to hold a commemorative ceremony for his promotion to Special Agent at the 〈HSIU International Headquarters〉. It was no exaggeration to say that the whole world was paying attention to South Korea for this one day.

Choi Dae-soo’s promotion ceremony in particular was so popular on various Hunter Tube live broadcasts that the servers were overwhelmed.

Choi Dae-soo stood before Marquis Charles de Bernadotte, President of the 〈World Hunter Association〉, as he was baptized in flash.

“Heh heh heh. The world’s top Hunter became President, and now he’s risen to ‘Misteltein’. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m even happier that Marquis Charles came in person.”

“Of course I had to come on such a joyous day. Unfortunately, Earl Edward was unable to attend due to his promotion ceremony to Special Agent. However, he asked me to deliver his congratulations.”

“I understand. It doesn’t matter since my colleague is also being promoted there.”

Choi Dae-soo’s joke made Marquis Bernadotte and the reporters laugh.

“Ah, before you enter ‘Prophetes’, I almost forgot to ask you the most important question. What should I call you now that you’re not Choi Dae-soo?”

At the Marquis’ question, everyone’s eyes focused on Choi Dae-soo.

Choi Dae-soo narrowed one eye and replied in a clear voice.

“From now on, my name will be ‘Yaksa’.”

“Is that so? It suits you well.”

At that moment, there was a man who appeared like a painting, his black robe fluttering as ink spread on paper.

A man who looked like a gigolo with a long pipe in his mouth and a hat tilted at an angle.

“Jin Do-wa. . .”

Choi Dae-soo clenched his fist as he looked at him.

“Oh, hello? It’s a bit rude to start like that.”

Jin Do-wa painted a line on the neck of the white porcelain bottle in his hand with a brush and then broke the neck with his thumb.

Splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!

At that, the necks of the dozen or so bodyguards escorting Choi Dae-soo were severed in an instant.

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