The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 272

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝟐: 𝟏 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 2

In a dark and gloomy basement, the soft strains of a violin playing drifted through the air from a pair of Sonus Faber Guarneri Homage speakers set against one wall.

“Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~”

A man moved his hands to the rhythm of the melody, sometimes gentle and sometimes passionate.

With each swing of the scalpel, black skin peeled away, revealing muscles, organs, blood vessels, and bones.

“Fascinating, fascinating. Thank you, God. For providing me with such a specimen. . . .”

Count Saint-Germain dissected the body of the devil from head to toe with eyes full of delight.

The devil had wings and horns, legs like a goat with joints in the opposite direction, and hooves that were split in two.

The eyes were different for each devil, like goats, cats, or wolves, and the number of horns, their shape, and the shape of the wings were also different for each.

The skin was mostly white, black, or red.

The shape, structure, form, and location of the organs were also very different from humans.

In particular, the devil’s heart served as a core that held demonic energy, and it was usually more than twice the size of a human heart and was jet black.

Since the devils killed this time had died before the battle began, their demonic energy was intact, making it even darker in color.

“It has a perfect form. . . . It’s a very beautiful heart.”

Saint-Germain compared the heart to a face while listening to the violin melody.

He wanted to bite, tear, and suck it like a kiss.

He wanted to kiss the heart all night long.

This was the greatest brilliance he could feel from his experience of dissecting many species.

He sniffed loudly, his nose buried in the heart.

The demonic energy, as thick as tar, seemed to shake his head as it passed through his nasal cavity.

“Hwaaaa. . . .”

Saint-Germain looked at the ceiling with eyes filled with ecstasy.

He felt as if God was looking down at him with a clearer appearance.

As if he could reach out and touch it, it was very close.

Saint-Germain slowly raised his hand toward the void.

“You crazy bastard. You’re acting up again.”

At that moment, a rough voice like scraping iron flowed through the darkness of the basement.

“. . . What’s going on here, Doctor?”

Saint-Germain slowly lowered his raised hand without looking back and replied.

The expression and voice that had been filled with delight until a moment ago had become low and hoarse.

“Don’t let your distaste show so openly, Count. I find it equally nauseating to be in the same room as you.”

“Then why come?. . . . God must not approve of your presence either. . . .”

“Shut up! I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for Merlin’s orders! But I have no choice but to research with you!”

The doctor shouted, his face contorted.

Saint-Germain shrugged as if he was used to his attitude, wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, and continued dissecting.

The doctor placed the luggage and food he had brought on an empty table and approached Saint-Germain, who was wielding the scalpel.

Under the shadowless lamp illuminating the operating table, the body of something unfamiliar yet familiar came into view.

Two devil corpses.

“Huh. . . . . . .”

The doctor was speechless.

〈Pandemonium〉 worships the Demon King, so they also respect the demon race that the Demon King leads to some extent.

However, the devil was in a bit of an ambiguous position.

They were not part of the demon race, and strictly speaking, they were a different race allied with the demon race.

It is said that they joined forces when they fought against other races in the past.

Therefore, to 〈Pandemonium〉, the devil was not an object of worship like the Demon King, but at least an object of respect.

“Count. . . . Did you kill these devils yourself?”

“Yes, Doctor. As expected. . . . You recognize them at once.”

“No matter how high you are in the 〈Pandemonium〉 hierarchy, this is too much. Killing devils for the New Humanity Project?!”

The doctor asked urgently, looking at Saint-Germain with incredulous eyes.

However, Saint-Germain met his gaze head-on and slowly opened his mouth toward him.

“I’m the one who should be asking the questions. . . . The one who taught me not to be picky about the means and methods as long as it was for research was you. . .doctor.”

“Shut that damn mouth! I’ve never had a student like you!”

“No. . . . I learned from you, Doctor.”

The doctor glared at Saint-Germain as if he wanted to devour him, but he didn’t flinch and instead met his gaze.

The violin melody still played beautifully from the top-end hi-end speakers.

Surprisingly, it was the doctor who backed down first.

He clicked his tongue openly and carefully observed the bodies of the devils that Saint-Germain had dissected.

“It’s strange. Did you really kill the devils for the New Humanity Project?”

“Well. . . . That’s right. . . . A human body and a heart soaked in demonic energy. . . . The blood of a devil. . . . There’s a lot more I need, but if I have a devil. . . . It solves many problems.”

“If you get caught later, the higher-ranking devils won’t leave you alone.”

The doctor said as a warning.

The devils were composed of many lower-ranking devils and a few higher-ranking devils.

Balok, Orobas, and the ones that were being dissected on the operating table now were lower-ranking devils.

However, the higher-ranking devils were incomparably stronger than these guys.

It was said that they were as strong as the Demon King, so even if they had the power of ‘Misteltein’, they would not be able to match the higher-ranking devils.

“It’s okay. . . . I’m already wanted all over the world. This experiment will probably be. . . . My last operation.”

Saint-Germain replied calmly.

“Yes, I heard. Min Siwoo is after you? I should have killed that son of a bitch when he was a newbie, but now he’s become too big.”

“He’s strong. . . . I hope he becomes my experimental subject. . . . But SSS-rank seemed stronger than me.”

“If you say so, even Merlin or Baba Yaga should be careful. If they can’t deal with him as a human. . . . They might be able to deal with him among the Demon King’s subordinates. Kraken or Bablehner would do.”

The doctor put on the surgical gloves next to him and began to touch the devil’s body himself.

His intellectual curiosity was too strong to resist.

“If it’s the Demon King’s forces. . . . It might be possible. But if I can create a New Human this time. . . . That New Human will kill Min Siwoo.”

“Are you that confident?”

“God has conveniently provided me with two devils. . . . The experimental conditions are too good.”

“Okay. I’ll help you. The gate experiment is in its final stages, but this research looks interesting too.”

The doctor smiled wryly through his thick eyeglasses.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Siwoo headed to Germany this time.

Apart from Korea, Germany was the place with the most hunters he knew.

When he arrived at the airport, a familiar face greeted him.

“My, it’s been a long time.”

Layla waved at Siwoo with a bright smile.

“It’s been a long time, Layla. How have you been?”

“I’ve been well thanks to you. My uncle and the others are all waiting for you.”

Guided by her, Siwoo arrived at the training ground of [Nacht Guild], the best guild in Germany.

Incidentally, the Guild Leader of this guild was Benedict Ackerman.

Familiar faces were waiting for Siwoo in the training ground.

“Siwoo! Come on, buddy!”

“Master, welcome. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Hans Schroder and 〈German Hunter Association〉 President Rolf Bangenheimer greeted him first.

“It’s been a long time, Hans, Rolf.”

“Hehe! I wonder if you remember my face. It’s been a long time!”

“Long time no see, Hunter Siwoo.”

Leonie von Winter, the head of the 〈HSIU German Branch〉, and Felix Richter, the vice president of the 〈German Hunter Association〉, greeted him.

Leonie had met Siwoo briefly after the ‘Berlin International Artifact Raid’ incident, and Felix had seen him since the ‘Gangwon S-rank Gate’ in Korea.

While everyone was greeting each other, Siwoo realized that the loudest person was nowhere to be seen.

And then, at that moment.

A voice full of an idiot’s energy was heard from afar.

“Grea~~~t~~~ Mast~~~er~~~!!!”

【𝐌𝐲~~ 𝐃~~𝐢𝐬~~𝐜~~ 𝐢~~𝐩~~𝐥~~𝐞~~!】

And the idiot in Siwoo’s arms responded to the voice and came out to hug each other.

“Grandmaster!! You’ve become even more heroic since I last saw you! What is this armor and weapon!!”

【𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞!】

“As expected, our Grandmaster!! This humble disciple will also learn the sword from Grandmaster!”

Siwoo felt a bit disgusted with himself for feeling a strange sense of stability as he watched them.

“Do you all know why I’m here?”

“You mean the war is just around the corner. . . . ?”

Hans answered cautiously, and Siwoo nodded.

“It’s really just around the corner. But most people don’t even have a sense of crisis. I wish Saint-Germain’s betrayal had made them feel a little nervous, but it didn’t go as I hoped.”

“Don’t worry, Master. Everyone here believes in your words.”

Rolf looked at Siwoo with a firm and clear voice.

Siwoo smiled without realizing it because he was grateful for those words.

“Thank you for saying that. Anyway, all I can do is train you, so I’ll teach you as soon as I have time.”

“Hehe! It’s an honor if the world’s number 0 teaches us!”

“I’d love it if little master taught me tooㅡ!”

They didn’t know yet.

How painful the training Siwoo was talking about would be.

For the time being, they decided to alternate between training and sparring for ‘basic training’, just like in Korea.

For Siwoo, this training was the most basic.

If they went beyond this, they could proceed with one-on-one customized situation training.

First, Siwoo informed each person of the training content and called Benedict first.

“Do you want to attack or defend?”

Siwoo asked.

“Hmm. . . . I use both, but in terms of percentage, defense is higher?”

“It’s actually neither attack nor defense since it’s an ability that nullifies the opponent’s skills. Let’s say it’s one of the two for training.”

“Yes, I understand!”

“Now nullify my skill.”

Siwoo gathered his magic power, implemented the ritual, and constructed the magic circle.

Immediately, Benedict swung his staff like a baton, displayed his skill, and returned Siwoo’s magic to magic particles.

The explanation was very simple, but this process required very complex calculations for Benedict.

He had to calculate the amount of magic power in the skill displayed by the opponent, specify the coordinates of the constructed magic circle, and make sure that his skill was activated before the opponent’s magic was activated.

It was a task that required tremendous calculation and speed.

“As expected, befitting the commander of the battlefield.”

“Thank you, little master!”

【𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚! 𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞!】

“Now there are 50 seconds left.”

After finishing speaking, Siwoo began to build up rituals in both hands.

Double casting.

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