The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 273

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝟑: 𝟏 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 3

“Hold on, hold on, little master!”

Benedict’s face turned pale.

He quickly gathered his mana, calculated the enemy’s spell coordinates, measured the amount of mana, and implemented the skill.

[Time Traveler: The Naked King]

Double casting is not something anyone can do.

Especially since this kind of magic requires a complex process, double casting is a great burden, even if it is used half a beat faster than the opponent’s skill.

The strokes of the magic circle being implemented on Siwoo’s left side gradually decreased, and the spell was reversed.

As if the water was flowing in the opposite direction, the constructed magic circle was dismantled and scattered into its original mana particles.

A rare skill that destroys magic with magic, not by reversing the opponent’s spell and striking with mana like Siwoo.

If polished and refined, it could be an ability that would become the greatest variable in war.

However, as excellent as that ability was, it was not without side effects.

“To neutralize the opponent’s magic, you need to consume the same amount of mana, or even more. You won’t have time to finely adjust the amount of mana because you have to use the skill in an instant.”

Siwoo recited while observing Benedict’s condition.

Benedict’s mana had dropped significantly after using only two skills.

“. . . That is correct, little master.”

【𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥.】

Pre’s words were true.

Siwoo’s left magic circle was destroyed by [Time Traveler], but the right magic circle was gradually being implemented.

Soon after, a dark brown rock fist shot out from the front of Siwoo as the golem spewed out.

Benedict let out a deep sigh.

“You really don’t cut me any slack!!”

He injected his mana into his staff and used a different skill this time.

[Time Traveler: The Jester’s Juggling]

Several thin, circular rays of light like records shot out and cleanly cut the incoming rock fist into pieces.

It was a juggling that didn’t seem to have much power, but as it passed, the rock fist split and returned to mana particles.

The only offensive skill Benedict had.

However, this also consumed a lot of mana, so it couldn’t be used frequently in a single battle.

Benedict bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

It seemed like it was the first time he had used skills consecutively in such a short period of time.

He felt dizzy and nauseous, as if he had hyperventilated.

“What are you doing?”

Siwoo asked.

“I. . . I’m dizzy.”

“No, that’s not what I’m asking.”

“. . . ?”

“There are still 30 seconds left.”

“. . . What??”

Benedict raised his head as if he had heard nonsense.

This time, too, double casting was being performed in Siwoo’s two hands.

【𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞! 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥!】

“I. . . little master?! My mana is almost gone??”

“Is it?”

“Yes! It is!”

“Then cast it bare-handed.”

“Yes. . . ?”

Benedict thought he was joking.

However, the magic formula being created in Siwoo’s hands showed no signs of stopping, and Benedict had no choice but to grit his teeth and squeeze out every last drop of mana.

“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!”

Once again, the process of calculation, coordinate calculation, and mana measurement went through his head, and he countered one of Siwoo’s spells.

“What are you going to do about the other one?”

Siwoo asked, showing the magic built in his right hand.

“Well. . . .”

“Hmm.”

A small, solid ice sphere flew out of Siwoo’s hand, exuding coldness.

Benedict scraped out every last drop of mana left in his dantian and pushed it out to the end of his staff.

Only one juggling was fired.

His hand was trembling, so he wasn’t able to split it exactly in half, but fortunately, the angle of rotation was off due to the loss of balance, so the attack missed Benedict.

“Keuheuk. . . !”

Mana exhaustion came.

It hurt as if his dantian was being torn apart, and his head was spinning as if he had been hit.

“Uwaaaaaaaak!”

He couldn’t hold it in and vomited on the floor.

This was not the kind of pain that could be endured.

It was the first time Benedict had experienced this since becoming a hunter.

Hunters who constantly use mana in the field sometimes feel it, but as someone who played the role of support, there were rarely times when he would go to the point of mana exhaustion.

“There are still 15 seconds left.”

A cold, dry voice like a messenger from the underworld was heard.

Benedict wondered if this was really a human voice.

Bang!

At that moment, Siwoo’s fist struck his abdomen.

“Keuheuk. . . !”

He couldn’t breathe, and he could clearly feel two or three of his ribs broken.

The taste of blood filled his mouth.

Benedict looked up at Siwoo with resentful eyes, drooling blood-stained saliva from his mouth.

He wondered what kind of education this was.

He was the most outstanding genius super rookie in Europe, including Germany.

He had risen to S-rank without any special education or teachers, and thanks to his excellent combat sense, he had been able to become a Guild Leader in Germany without any major incidents or accidents.

In some ways, it was a stable and smooth life that all hunters would envy.

However, from Siwoo’s perspective, a genius type like Benedict was the most vulnerable in war.

【𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.】

Pre, who was on Siwoo’s shoulder, said with a compassionate expression.

It was a faint voice, as if he was saying that he was very sorry but that there was nothing he could do.

“What. . . what. . . .”

Benedict asked with a pained expression.

“If you run out of mana on the battlefield, will you make that kind of face and die in frustration?”

Siwoo interpreted Pre’s words and grabbed Benedict by the collar.

“Don’t just whine because you’re mana exhausted and fight! Stab their eyes with your staff, bite their necks with your teeth! If you’re a high ranker, show them what you’re worth! Do you understand what I’m saying?!”

Siwoo looked very angry.

In fact, he was not angry because of Benedict’s attitude or his weakness.

As was obvious, if he was in this state, he would only last a few days against the demon race before dying a horrible death.

He was angry because it was frustrating.

Benedict’s expression crumpled at Siwoo’s scolding, and he nodded.

“I. . . understand.”

“Okay, if you understand, that’s fine.”

Siwoo smiled in satisfaction and raised his hand that wasn’t holding Benedict’s collar high into the air.

“Uh. . . ?”

BAM!

Benedict’s face was smashed, and the blood that flowed down soaked Siwoo’s hand.

“Now it’s 1 minute.”

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Since then, Saint Germain had hunted four more devils.

Anyway, since there were only two human bodies for the main project, he didn’t need more devil hearts, but he brought them in as much as he could for auxiliary experiments.

“If you keep doing this, you’re not going to die nicely when you get caught by a high-ranking devil.”

The doctor clicked his tongue.

However, Saint Germain dissected the captured devil without batting an eye and extracted the necessary parts.

“Do you know how far Merlin and Baba Yaga’s research has progressed?”

“Well, Baba Yaga’s seems to be almost done. But Merlin’s is lacking in the number of artifacts. . . I have to rely on magic for the rest. . . It seems to be stuck.”

“Actually, if it succeeds, Merlin’s research will be the most powerful. Of course, it doesn’t end with just opening the door to the other world.”

The doctor muttered as he stroked his chin.

“That’s right. . . . We don’t know what the inhabitants of the other world. . . are like. We might be attacked instead. . . .”

“Kukukuk. If you had said what you just said in front of the Demon King, you would have been torn apart and killed for treason.”

“But it’s the truth. . . Even though I serve the Demon King, the Demon King is also an existence that came from the other world. That much power. . . Or a power that surpasses that power. . . How can we say for sure that it won’t come?”

At Saint Germain’s words, the doctor’s eyes sparkled through the magnifying glass.

The other 〈Pandemonium〉 would never say such blasphemous things.

This was because they regarded the demon race and the Demon King as gods and were almost fanatically devoted to their ideology.

However, a few were different.

At least as far as the doctor knew, Saint Germain was immersed in his own religion and had entered 〈Pandemonium〉 for extensive research.

And the doctor was the same.

“Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s the Demon King or a demon or Satan who comes through the door to the other world.”

“That’s right. . . . Whatever.”

Saint Germain nodded and soaked the devil’s heart in a mana solution.

He pulled out one of the dozens of sub-use human corpses in the tank.

It was a body that had been altered by cutting off the gargoyle’s hands and feet and attaching them.

Saint Germain opened his chest, put part of the devil’s heart and a magic stone in his heart, fused them together with alchemy, and sutured it up.

“Why are you doing such useless experiments? It doesn’t seem to be very strong.”

The doctor frowned and looked at him.

Saint-Germain and the doctor had had many disagreements about their research approaches from the beginning.

In the doctor’s opinion, his research was too inefficient, contained too much unconventional content, and was unnecessary in most cases.

However, Saint Germain’s stubbornness did not waver.

And the world agreed with him.

He had received all the awards he could receive at a young age, and the doctor had been expelled from the university after being surpassed by his own student.

That was how 〈Pandemonium〉 had welcomed the doctor, who had nowhere else to go.

The doctor had risen through the ranks of the organization even though he was not an Awakener.

He was very proud of the fact that he had been recognized.

But that was only for a while.

Much later, his former student rose to an important position in the organization.

He had been out of touch with the world, but he had found out that his student had become ‘Misteltein’.

That’s why the doctor hated Saint Germain.

You could call it the jealousy or envy of a teacher who had been replaced by his student.

But even so, he hated him, and there had been many times when he had secretly planned to assassinate him.

The reason he gave up was not because of old feelings, but simply because the assassins would not accept the request because he was ‘Misteltein’.

“It’s weaker than the main project. . . . But even the sub-use will be difficult for an average hunter to handle.”

“Gargoyle limbs. This one has wyvern wings. And next to it, a lizardman’s tail and a werewolf’s face?”

“That’s right. . . . God gave me the inspiration.”

“You’re crazy. But do they all move? The nerve bundles and muscle tissues won’t match at all.”

“It’s possible with my alchemy skill. . . There is a time limit, though.”

Of course, that skill would be used last.

It was a kind of immortality or elixir effect.

Saint Germain cleaned up the operating table after organizing all the corpses.

The doctor asked with a puzzled expression at the sight.

“What are you going to do with that heart?”

He was pointing to a single intact devil’s heart soaked in mana liquid next to the operating table.

Saint Germain looked blankly at the heart and turned his head towards the doctor.

“. . . I have a favor to ask.”

“Is there such a crazy person?”

The doctor immediately cursed at him after realizing his intentions.

“Do you want to get caught here, Count?!”

“Of course not. . . . That’s not going to happen. That’s why I brought the doctor here.”

The doctor looked at Saint Germain and took off his glasses to wipe the lens with his shirt.

“Have you thought of a way to wake up again?”

“Of course. . . . So. . . please put the devil’s heart in my body.”

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