The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 270

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝟎: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬 2

Saint Germain and the remaining 〈Pandemonium〉 1st Hierarchy agreed unanimously to the proposal to have ‘Misteltein’ as their ‘Watcher’.

Even Merlin, who had tried to muddle through this issue by introducing talk about diplomacy and neutrality, had no choice but to go along with the flow.

Normally, he would have been the first to speak his mind and subtly swayed the flow, but this time it was different. Loki’s sudden proposal, the swift agreement of the others, and most of all, Choi Dae-soo’s provocation to fight against 〈Pandemonium〉 by criticizing ‘Misteltein’ had a major impact.

Moreover.

“Hmm? Merlin and Baba Yaga would naturally agree, wouldn’t they?”

Gandharva was the first to say something like that.

“Why are you suddenly bringing up Merlin and Baba Yaga?”

Anubis asked, blinking.

“Actually, the leader of the ‘War Response Team’ asked us in advance to identify the 〈Pandemonium〉 1st Hierarchy.”

“Is Min Siwoo the leader of Gandharva?”

“That’s right. Isn’t our Siwoo super smart?! He didn’t tell me that there was a 〈Pandemonium〉 here, but since it’s come to this, I have to find it and show off!”

“Oh my~ Have you ever seen Gandharva act like this before? I’m starting to think she’s going to get married soon.”

“W-Who’s ge, getting married! This dog-like thing!!”

Gandharva jumped on Cerberus, who was lying on the sofa, and the two of them tussled for a while.

Despite the light atmosphere, Merlin was unable to change the subject.

Choi Dae-soo and several other members were staring at him as if waiting for an answer.

“Hoo━ Min Siwoo asked first, so the conversation would have progressed faster. Do you have any objections, Merlin?”

“. . . Heh heh heh. How could I? If I had known that Saint Germain was the 〈Pandemonium〉, I would’ve reported it to Hunter Min Siwoo sooner.”

“Is that so? Then let’s consider this agenda unanimously approved.”

And so, the meeting was concluded.

Merlin returned to his quarters and used a Teleportation portal to move to another vast expanse of ocean.

A place where there was nothing but an endless sea.

Merlin pointed his staff forward and spread his magic in all directions.

Kwagagagagagagagagagagagagagagㅡ!!!

The seawater rose up several dozen meters and created a splash in all directions.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Merlin screamed so hard that his throat felt like it was on fire.

The calm sea began to surge as if it had encountered a violent storm, and waves rose and fell hundreds of meters high, repeating.

He continued to vent his anger on the sea until his magic was almost depleted.

How long was he there?

“Hng. . . Hu. . . Huh.”

Merlin caught his breath and returned home.

“Hoo hoo hoo. You’ve come to vent your anger again.”

Baba Yaga was sitting at the table, sipping tea, as if she had been there all along.

Merlin glanced around to see if anyone else was there.

“I came in alone.”

“What a reckless thing to do, coming here alone in such a dangerous time. The content of today’s meeting was already suspicious as it was.”

“Oh my. It seems that someone with good intuition has noticed?”

“. . . Who are you referring to?”

“Well, Choi Dae-soo, for example.”

Merlin slammed his staff on the floor at her answer.

“That damn bastard. . .! I should have killed him along with Min Siwoo. . .! I was too complacent!”

“This time, public opinion was too bad. There was no excuse to use.”

“How much does that son of a bitch, Min Siwoo, know?! Could it be that he. . . already knows that we’re the 1st Hierarchy?!”

“If he did, he would have told Choi. . . I mean, ‘Yaksha’. That’s why the Yaksha may have acted as if he had noticed.”

Baba Yaga replied calmly, sipping her tea.

“It seems that we should hurry with our preparations.”

“But where did Saint Germain go into hiding?”

“It seems like he went to one of his hidden labs. I have to tell him to never come out for now. You watch yourself too.”

“Hoo hoo hoo. Yes, you too.”

Baba Yaga put down her teacup and headed to her home in ‘Prophetes’.

Merlin sat in a rocking chair, lost in thought for a while.

‘𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘠𝘢𝘨𝘢’𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘹. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. . . .’

He tapped his staff on the floor and stroked his beard.

Originally, he had planned to set off all three of those at the same time, but it had become difficult to time it now.

With ‘Misteltein’ watching each other, it became impossible for Baba Yaga and his project to be carried out at the same time, and the research itself had been delayed.

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩.’

Merlin recalled Min Siwoo in his mind and vowed that this operation would definitely succeed.

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Devils can appear from gates, but they can also appear near the Demon Realm or in places with dense demonic energy.

It is a little-known fact that on nights when the full moon rises, they seek out the blood of virgin women, the fresh heart of a deer, and the paw of a bear that has survived three winters, and hang them on a tree.

The countryside of northern Canada.

Trees creaked and groaned amidst the howling wind and dim moonlight.

Kiiik. Kiiik.

The snowy countryside nights are cold.

Especially if it’s a desolate forest.

Putduk.

Then, with a loud flapping sound, two silhouettes descended from the sky to the ground.

They were devils with black horns.

『It smells like the blood of a virgin.』

『I can also smell a deer’s heart. Someone hung it up.』

『Is it an offering to us? It’s amazing at a time like this.』

They focused their pitch-black eyes on one spot and walked boldly into the forest.

『It’s a bear’s paw. It has survived three winters.』

『Aaah. It’s the blood of a virgin. My mouth is watering.』

The devils approached the food as if possessed and began to stuff each of the items hanging from the tree into their mouths.

Drip drip.

Gulp.

Blood flowed down their chins and flesh splattered everywhere.

They were so engrossed in their food that they didn’t notice someone approaching from behind.

The man who appeared behind them quickly cut their carotid arteries with a scalpel.

Chweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

As the carotid arteries, the main blood vessels that supply blood to the brain through the neck, were severed, blood gushed out.

『Gulp!』

『Who is it!』

The devils clutched their necks and belatedly took a defensive stance towards their opponent.

“God has led me to the experimental subjects I need. . . . I am truly grateful.”

Saint Germain looked up at the sky and shed sorrowful tears.

『You foolish and insignificant worm, how dare you to the devil species!』

『I will chew you up from head to toe in one-inch increments and swallow you whole.』

A terrifying demonic energy and rage surged from them.

The forest shook and the snow on the ground sank down.

And just as the devils were about to charge at Saint Germain,

『Keuheueueueu!』

『Uweeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!』

Suddenly, they collapsed on the spot and vomited up black blood incessantly.

They weren’t just vomiting; they were vomiting up their organs as if they were about to burst out.

“The food. . . . You ate it so deliciously. . . .”

Saint Germain said to the devils in a compassionate voice.

“As I practice alchemy. . . . I come to know more about the body than anyone else. . . . And as I study the body. . . . I learn about medicine. . . . And when I learn about medicine. . . . I learn about poison.”

He placed his hands on the shoulders of the two devils.

“And after ‘a few’ experiments, I found that demons and devils. . . . they respond to poison in a similar way. The structure of their organs is different. . . . but I wonder if it’s because the parts that use demonic energy and magic are similar.”

Saint Germain muttered to himself and grabbed his scalpel again.

A damp, sticky feeling, completely different from that of living flesh, rose from the devils’ necks.

“Thank you for being my experimental subjects. . . . You will be reborn as. . . . excellent creatures of God.”

Saint Germain’s mad eyes gleamed and the smell of blood filled the vast forest.

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Siwoo decided to hold training sessions for the hunters in Korea about twice a month.

The participants were all S-rank or higher, plus Hwang Jeong-gu, Chu Ha-min, and the hunters from the [Mad Dog Guild].

Most of the hunters were overjoyed when they first heard the news.

It was the teaching of an SSS-rank hunter.

This was a special privilege among special privileges that one would not dare to accept even if offered a fortune.

However, Lo-an, Kang Yeo-hwa, and Min Si-joon lost sleep over the growing anxiety and had dark expressions on their faces as they went to the training ground.

The special training ground of the enormous [Mad Dog Guild].

Do Kyung-hoo, Gi Il-lyeon, Han Tae-chi, Choi Kang-yul, Choi Sung-il, Lee Ye-ji, as well as Red Ear, Volk, Ah-sul, Ah-ming, Sion, Hwang Jeong-gu, and Chu Ha-min had gathered.

“Hahahahat! There’s no one in all of Korea who can gather these kinds of people, but you, the Mad Dog!”

“Shut up. Some of you may know each other well, and others may not, but that doesn’t matter. You’ll get to know each other well enough after rolling around like dogs starting today.”

“. . . Yes?”

People thought they had misheard.

Of course, a few of them had expressions of resignation because their anxiety had turned into certainty.

“You can leave anytime during the training if you want to give up. But in return, that person will never be able to receive my teachings again.”

“What if we get. . . hurt badly or something during the training. . .?”

Han Tae-chi asked with a face full of fear.

“Lo-an, you answer that.”

“. . . A long time ago, when I was sparring with master, I got a concussion, 8 ribs broken, organ rupture, and spinal damage. . . . But master healed me.”

“Wow. . . .”

“. . . And then we continued sparring right after.”

“Heue. . . .”

Han Tae-chi looked at Siwoo with a face full of not fear, but despair.

“Did you hear that? No one dies when I teach, and no one gets hurt. You don’t have to worry.”

Siwoo said, the corners of his mouth turned up.

“First, here’s the basic training. I’ll give each of you a task. And you’ll take turns sparring with me one by one, while the others train according to the task given.”

“Won’t that make the training time too long?”

Choi Sung-il raised his hand and asked with an innocent face.

“How long do you plan to set the training time for?”

“Even if we set the sparring time for each person to only 15 minutes. . . . It seems like we’ll have to wait 3 hours.”

Lee Ye-ji, who was standing next to him, calculated the time and answered for him.

Siwoo nodded and looked at the people before opening his mouth.

“It’ll probably be around 12 minutes before your sparring turn comes around. You can think of it as each person fighting me for 1 minute.”

“Huh??”

“I guarantee that that 1 minute will feel like 1 hour. You will die if you do not give it your all.”

Siwoo said, looking at Choi Sung-il and Lee Ye-ji, and the two nodded with stunned expressions.

“I’ll give you each a task first. . . . Everyone, open your dantian and circulate your magic throughout your body. Begin.”

At Siwoo’s command, the people opened their dantians and began to emit magic.

Kuguguguguguguguguㅡ!!!!

The training ground was filled with blue magic like a huge wave.

Siwoo approached each person, told them what they were currently lacking, and gave them the necessary tasks.

After giving everyone a task, Siwoo called out to one person first.

“Hunter Choi Sung-il, let’s begin sparring.”

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