The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 274

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝟒: 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 1

Twenty bounty hunters stood in front of a building, their faces tense.

A dilapidated skyscraper.

“Hey, leader. Is he really in here?”

Someone asked anxiously, exhaling a long plume of cigarette smoke.

The man called the leader wiped his mustache with his sleeve and sniffed.

“For sure. That treasure-sniffing hunter said he’s here. He ripped us off for 100 million just to tell us this location, the money-grubbing bitch.”

The leader grumbled and glared at the building.

The target is inside.

Count Saint Germain.

The bounty was generous just to find and report his location, but it multiplied several times over if he was killed or captured.

However, the reward was not commensurate with the danger.

If he were just an ordinary criminal, no one would have dared to provoke a former ‘Misteltein’.

Therefore, the three teams that usually specialized in hunting down criminals with bounties decided to join forces.

And the one with the highest ranking among the three teams became the leader, and they were now all fully armed and gathered in front of the building whose location had been confirmed.

“Has anyone here ever fought a ‘Misteltein’ before?”

The leader asked hopefully.

Everyone laughed, as if they found it ridiculous.

“If we had, would we be here? We’d be living in mansions with gorgeous women or hiding somewhere unknown.”

One of the team members replied, gulping down vodka.

“But isn’t Count Saint Germain a relatively unknown hunter, even among ‘Misteltein’? From what I’ve heard, he’s mostly focused on research and experiments.”

“I heard that too. To be honest, if it were Gandharva or Cerberus, I wouldn’t even have tried.”

“Isn’t Kiplagat or Merlin stronger than Cerberus?”

“Hey, have you guys not seen Billy the Kid fight? That guy’s a real monster.”

The team members suddenly started arguing about which ‘Misteltein’ was stronger.

The leader did not bother to stop the bickering.

If a little bit of conversation could ease the tension, then that was not a bad thing.

“Alright, it’s time to get to work.”

The leader checked the time and spoke to his team members.

It was already past 3 AM.

“He’s probably exhausted or sleeping at this hour.”

“Hehehe. I’m going to buy a house when I get the bounty.”

“My wife is nagging me to send our kid to study abroad. Don’t get married, guys.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t, you punk!”

“Shhh, we’re going into the basement.”

The leader raised a finger to his lips and shushed them.

The dark basement was filled with a pungent stench and the smell of various chemicals, making their heads spin.

‘𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘵. . . 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?’

The leader sniffed and tried to suppress his gag reflex, his face contorted in disgust.

He had met countless criminals during his years as a bounty hunter, and naturally, he had encountered corpses many times in the process.

This nauseating stench was the unmistakable smell of death.

In the video of Saint Germain fighting that Min Siwoo had uploaded, many corpses should have been visible, but they had been pixelated by Hunter Tube’s self-censorship.

Because of that, the hunters gathered here did not know exactly what kind of experiments Saint Germain was conducting.

The basement was so dark that not a single ray of light could enter.

They were able to enter without much difficulty thanks to their magic detection, but they were not as sensitive and precise as Siwoo’s, so they could only navigate and avoid obstacles.

‘𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤.’

The leader stood still and hesitated when he realized that Saint Germain’s magic was not detected by his magic detection.

As he stopped, the team members who were following him stopped as well, their faces filled with curiosity.

Creak.

At that moment, the sound of wheels scraping against the floor could be heard.

It was a very incongruous sound to hear in this darkness.

If it had been a scream or the sound of something crawling, the hunters’ reactions would have been different.

However, the leader narrowed his eyes and stared into the darkness at the unexpected sound of wheels.

Creak.

The sound came from a different direction again.

The leader turned his head sharply and aimed his weapon in that direction.

A suffocating silence fell.

Sweat dripped down their foreheads and spines, and their breath grew shallow with tension.

The other team members also aimed their weapons in different directions, their gazes filled with anxiety.

Even S-rank criminals could make hunters nervous, but a former ‘Misteltein’ filled them with an indescribable amount of anxiety and worry.

Creak.

At that moment, the sound came again, and the team member who was closest could not bear it anymore and turned on his flashlight.

Click.

A circle of light devoured the darkness.

A man with pale gray skin stood inside it, surrounded by IV bags hanging from a ring stand.

It was beyond grotesque.

“Ah. . .”

The hunter who had turned on the flashlight let out a sound that was neither a gasp nor a scream.

And that was his last word.

The gray-skinned man opened his mouth wide and bit into his neck with sharp teeth.

Spurt!

Blood splattered everywhere like juice from a ripe fruit, and the flashlight fell to the floor, its light flickering erratically.

“Ugh, aaahhhhh!”

“What the hell is that! Is that Saint Germain?!”

“Leader! Shit, is this the right guy?”

“Everyone, surround him with magic first!!”

The leader gave an urgent order, and the hunters, in the midst of their shock, prioritized putting up magic shields to protect themselves.

Drip, drip, drip.

A sound they did not want to imagine pierced their ears.

They gritted their teeth at the nightmarish reality unfolding in the darkness beyond the reach of the light.

Thud.

The sound of something large falling to the floor could be heard.

It seemed that the creature had finished ‘eating’ and discarded the remains.

“D-Don’t panic! Saint Germain is only one person, and there are twenty of us! That thing must be a skill or an illusion like Jin Do-wa!”

The leader shouted to the other team members.

『Hahahahahaha.』

At that moment, a laughter that seemed to squeeze their entire bodies could be heard, and an enormous amount of demonic energy filled the basement.

It was not just strong, but so thick and murky that it was difficult to breathe.

The men clutched their throats, their eyes wide open, and looked around in panic.

The smell of rotting corpses and the enormous bounty had now completely vanished from their  minds.

They just wanted to get out of here alive.

『Why is everyone so quiet?』

The voice that whispered in their ears like a sweet devil’s whisper grated on the hunters’ nerves.

“Hi, hiiieee!!”

Someone could not bear it anymore and fired a magic bullet into the void.

Tatatatatata!

Puhhh━!!

But in an instant, a sharp, gray spike pierced his abdomen and lifted him into the air.

『Aaaaaah.』

The gray-skinned man opened his mouth and tilted his head back.

Blood gushed from the pierced abdomen, drenching his mouth and face.

It was like a scene from a gore movie.

The gray-skinned man finally buried his face in his torso like he was eating a whole watermelon and began to devour his innards, making a slurping sound.

“Damn it. . . T-This is a dream.”

Someone trembled and pointed a gun at his own head and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

“Ah, ah. . . Oh my God.”

At that moment, the gray-skinned man flinches and slowly lifts his buried face, taking slow steps towards him.

『You are also a gift sent to me by God.』

“W-What??”

The hunter asked back in a deep, low voice that did not sound human.

『God gave me a second life. I will give you the honor of being a part of it.』

“W-Wait a minute!”

Bang!

Soon, the basement was filled with the maddening smell of blood until dawn.

“The heart transplant seems to have gone well. It was just in time that these guys came when I needed fuel.”

The doctor muttered as he walked past the floor covered in blood and flesh.

“How is it, your condition? How does it feel to be the only half-human, half-demon in the world?”

Saint Germain was sitting on the floor, naked and covered in blood, eating his own head.

『It’s great. I feel like I could fly. Like. . .』

He sucked the blood on his finger and continued speaking.

『I feel like I’m one step closer to God.』

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Siwoo was having a one-minute sparring session with Hans Schroder.

Hans, who used to be the number one hunter in Germany, was formidable, but he was still no match for Siwoo.

And that difference was clearly revealed in their sparring.

Kwahhhhhhhhh!

Hans’ attacks were like missiles, each one so powerful that it could fly straight through the air if it were unleashed, but Siwoo quickly destroyed them with a rapidly rotating shield made of overlapping shields.

“Ha. . . Ha. . .”

Hans gasped for breath and wiped the sweat pouring down his face with his hand.

He had used up so much magic in such a short period of time that his dantian was almost empty.

Even if he unleashed this level of attack, no one in Germany would be able to survive it unscathed, but Siwoo had effortlessly deflected all of his attacks without changing his expression.

The difference in skill was obvious.

“I think you’ve had enough for today.”

Siwoo said in his usual relaxed tone.

“Ugh. . . I’m out of magic.”

“Now that your attacks are over, you should focus on defense.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Siwoo charged at Hans at lightning speed.

Hans instinctively threw an uppercut forward.

It was the direction in which Siwoo was expected to fly.

However, Siwoo dodged the attack lightly and swung a light straight punch at Hans’ abdomen.

Puh━━━hh!!!!

A deafening roar sounded like a cement block exploding.

Hans coughed up a mouthful of blood.

A few more punches followed, but Hans could neither block nor dodge them.

Siwoo healed him with Heal and then woke him up and sent him back to his seat.

He had already done several rounds.

‘𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.’

Siwoo realized that the people he was training had faces that looked half-dead.

It was a very natural and good change.

But at that moment, an overwhelming aura pierced through Siwoo’s magic detection from the sky.

The others noticed the aura belatedly and raised their magic in surprise.

Kuuuuuuung!!!

Dust and gravel flew into the air.

Siwoo clicked his tongue and blew away the dust with his hand.

He was practically advertising his arrival.

Someone emerged from the swirling dust, radiating a powerful aura.

“Wa~~~~~! Siwoo! It’s been a long time!! Did you miss me?”

Gandharva pats Siwoo’s forearm with a cheerful laugh.

“Try to be a little quieter next time.”

“Huh? Just now. . . Was I loud? I came in normally.”

She scratched her face as if she genuinely did not know.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I came to ask you something! Uhahahaha!”

“Couldn’t you have just called?”

“. . . . . .”

Gandharva can’t bring herself to say that she came because she missed him and looks at him sheepishly.

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