The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 324

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟐𝟒: 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 4

〈Ancient History Research Institute〉

A young man with a gentle expression took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

His eyes were sore from reading books for too long.

“Haah.”

Jeong Min-jun looked up at the ceiling, his eyes heavy with dark circles.

His neck, which had been bent down all day, straightened up, and a refreshing feeling spread through him.

He was studying ‘them’ while delving into the twisted history of the ancients.

However, there was too little information, and the existing materials were being lost to someone’s hands, making in-depth research increasingly impossible.

The 〈Ancient History Research Institute〉, which had once had over twenty members, now had only him left.

The researchers had all quit after a series of unfortunate accidents, threats of unknown origin, and terrorism.

Jeong Min-jun had also been subjected to countless threats that he could not speak of.

There were dead cats at the entrance of the research institute or curses written in blood on the walls of the institute or on cars. These incidents happened two or three times a week.

“Master. . . .”

Jeong Min-jun let out a deep sigh without realizing it.

Min Siwoo had disappeared.

It was years ago, during a battle with the 4th realm Demon King.

Jeong Min-jun and the other disciples were fighting the Demon King’s minions, while Siwoo was engaged in a fierce battle with the Demon King.

His master had eventually overwhelmed his opponent.

The 4th realm Demon King was certainly strong, but he was no match for Min Siwoo.

The disciples, confident in their master’s victory, gleefully beat up the Demon King’s minions.

However. . . .

Min Siwoo vanished with a strange flash of light.

The battlefield was instantly deadlocked.

Fortunately, the 4th realm Demon King had suffered a serious injury and retreated obediently.

Min-joon, Xiaolong, Kang Yeo-hwa, and Jeong Min-jun returned in a panic and began searching for Siwoo.

However, Siwoo could not be found and never returned.

“Where on earth. . . .”

Jeong Min-jun accelerated his ‘ancient history research’ after that incident.

He thought he might be able to find out something about what the Demon King had used at the time.

However, the more he researched, the more he learned about something completely different.

“Oh my, Jeong Min-jun.”

At that moment, a stranger’s voice called out to him from the darkness.

Jeong Min-jun was startled and instinctively gathered his magical power.

His opponent, seeing his quick battle stance, chuckled and clapped his hands.

“Wow, you’ve grown a lot. I wonder where that scaredy-cat went.”

“. . .Ji-hwan-hyung?!”

Jeong Min-jun couldn’t hide his surprise as he saw the figure gradually emerging from the darkness.

His bleached white hair and larger build were different from before, but his facial features and characteristic mischievous expression were definitely the same as his brother’s.

“You didn’t forget my name?”

“H-Hyung!!”

Jeong Min-jun ran to Ryu Ji-hwan and hugged him tightly.

Ryu Ji-hwan, who hated such unfamiliar behavior, did not stop Jeong Min-jun’s embrace.

“Oh, boy. Did you miss your brother that much?”

“Why did you come only now! I met Crow-noona a few years ago! The guys at ‘Sult Ordd’ too! Why did you come only to me now!”

Jeong Min-jun expressed his disappointment and asked accusingly.

“Well. . . . That’s how it happened.”

Initially, when he met Crow at the bar, she had suggested that Ryu Ji-hwan go see Jeong Min-jun.

However, Ryu Ji-hwan had refused.

He didn’t have the face to go see his younger siblings after abandoning them.

“Have you been well? You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you.”

“It’s been more than just a while since you last saw me. It’s been over ten years.”

“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters, punk.”

Ryu Ji-hwan brought over a nearby chair and sat down.

“Sit down too, let’s talk.”

Jeong Min-jun also brought over a chair and sat across from him, facing the face he had missed so much.

The two of them began to pour out their stories of the years they had not been able to share.

In the midst of their lively conversation about their lives, Ryu Ji-hwan realized that Jeong Min-jun’s expression was not very good.

He thought it was because he hadn’t seen him in so long, but he seemed strangely nervous.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Ryu Ji-hwan asked bluntly.

“What? No, it’s nothing. . . .”

“Is it because your master still hasn’t returned?”

“Ah. . . That’s part of it.”

Jeong Min-jun hesitated to answer.

This was dangerous information.

Depending on the time, he could end up with a bullet in his head without anyone knowing.

In fact, the two researchers who had stayed until the end had been killed by unknown assailants.

“It’s a bit difficult to tell hyung. . . .”

“Why? Are you saying it’s because you haven’t been in touch with the person you met?”

“No! It’s not that. . . I’m afraid it might put you in danger.”

“Punk.”

Ryu Ji-hwan took out a cigarette case from his pocket and lit a cigarette he had been holding back.

“Hey, I’m the owner of 〈Narak〉. In the underworld, if you don’t know me, you’re a spy. Do you think it’s possible to take care of me, no matter what it is?

He reassured his opponent with a confident attitude.

And Ryu Ji-hwan’s words were not based on unfounded confidence.

He was an Awakener but not registered with the Association.

He had not measured his exact strength, but at the time, his skills were already at the level of a top hunter in South Korea.

“Alright. . . I got it. I’ll trust you, hyung.”

Jeong Min-jun seemed to have made up his mind and calmly explained to Ryu Ji-hwan what he had investigated.

Ryu Ji-hwan, who had thought it would be a neighborhood gang problem at best, grew more and more serious as the story progressed.

“So. . . you’re saying. . . there are Hunters who gain power in exchange for helping the Demon race?”

“That’s right. Hunters who have suddenly started to emerge.”

“And there’s an organization they’ve created.”

Jeong Min-jun nodded.

“That’s right. It’s called 〈Pandemonium〉.”

It was still a place that was strongly recognized as a cult group created by Demon King worshippers.

“Weren’t those guys a cult? They don’t seem like a huge organization, even conspiracy theorists don’t think so.”

“I’m not a hundred percent sure either. But it’s true that 〈Pandemonium〉 is involved in major and minor incidents.”

Jeong Min-jun spread out news articles and the materials he had researched and showed them to Ryu Ji-hwan.

“There must be a force that is covering up this incident. High-ranking government officials, or high-rankers. . . or maybe ‘Misteltein’.”

“Isn’t that a bit too far-fetched? If it were ‘Misteltein’, I don’t think they would have to bow down to the Demon race.”

“What if the demon race created the stepping stone that made them ‘Misteltein’?”

That was definitely not a zero percent chance.

If the person who became ‘Misteltein’ was not attached to the Demon race, but the person who was attached to the Demon race became ‘Misteltein’, the whole story would be different.

“And. . . the Demon race and the devil came from another world, and they came here after a fierce battle in that other world.”

Ryu Ji-hwan was a little confused if he was following the story correctly.

In the first place, it was such a ridiculous fantasy story that it didn’t feel real at all.

“Min-jun, is this reliable information?”

“There are many people who fight the Demon race, but no one wonders about their origins. Of course, I don’t think it’s necessarily true. But there’s quite a bit of evidence.”

“Is that so. . . .”

Ryu Ji-hwan crossed his arms and exhaled the cigarette smoke feebly.

It was a much heavier story than he had expected.

It was a topic that could not be discussed or talked about carelessly in other places.

“Okay, I got it. I’ll investigate in my own way. So don’t dig too deep.”

“How can I do that? I need to get information as soon as possible to stop their rampage.”

“It’s a big problem for you to handle alone. This is something that needs to be done secretly, but you’ve been officially labeled.”

Ryu Ji-hwan answered firmly.

Of course, he wouldn’t know more about what he had learned today than Jeong Min-jun.

But no matter how he thought about it, this was too much for one person to handle.

It was not something that a mere historian could uncover.

“Anyway, I’m going now. Keep this in mind, don’t dig too deep and stay put.”

“What if they come after me first?”

Jeong Min-jun asked.

Ryu Ji-hwan thought for a moment and answered his brother in the same way he had before.

“That’s fine. Then just call me at that time. Got it?”

That was their last conversation.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Kuwagaga!!!

An enormous wave of magical power erupted from Siwoo’s fist like an explosion.

“Kuheeeeogh. . . !”

Merlin was deeply embedded in the crushed ground, spewing out crimson blood.

Merlin was being beaten mercilessly, to the point where his title of ‘Misteltein’ seemed meaningless.

“Get up, you son of a bitch.”

Siwoo sprinted with lightning speed and kicked Merlin in the abdomen.

━━━Kugugugung!!

A loud noise erupted, and the area was filled with dust and dirt.

Merlin raised his staff and swung it wildly in all directions.

“Kuaaaak!! Keuheueueuk!!”

Seeing his actions, which seemed like he had lost his mind, Siwoo clicked his tongue and materialized a shotgun.

Cheolchak.

A magic bullet flew mercilessly from the shotgun, which was filled with magical power.

Kwaaang!!!

“Kuaaaak!!”

The scattered magic bullets pierced Merlin’s body all over the place, tearing at his flesh.

The old man in the robe clutched his legs and rolled around on the ground.

He was no longer recognizable as the strongest hunter.

Siwoo lifted his ragdoll-like opponent up with one hand.

“Keuheok!!”

“You better remember your memories quickly.”

“Th, th, th, that damnㅡ Kuaaaak!!”

At that moment, a thin flame pierced both of Merlin’s eyes.

Hwarrrruk!!

Merlin let out a beastly scream and thrashed around like a madman.

The smell of burning wafted blackly from his pupils.

“Damn, he’s not opening his mouth easily.”

Ryu Ji-hwan had thrust the flames into Merlin’s eyeballs.

Siwoo sighed and kicked Merlin all over his body.

In an instant, his body was restored, and his wounds were healed as if they had been washed away.

“Did you forget to be careful? I told you not to kill him yet.”

“What do you think of me? I fired everything under control.

Ryu Ji-hwan gritted his teeth and glared at Merlin.

He felt like piercing his eyeballs and burning his brain with flames.

No, even that would not be enough to satisfy him.

He would slowly burn him from the tips of his toes, inflicting terrible burns all over his body, and then let him live for a long time in terrible pain.

He would make him remember the pain of the people he had killed every day and beg him to kill him.

“Haven’t you, haven’t you done enough?! I’ll live my life atoning for my sins, so please forgive me!”

Merlin prostrated himself on the floor and pleaded with Siwoo.

The sight of the wrinkled old man trembling and crying was enough to change anyone’s mind.

“Bullshit.”

That is, if it wasn’t for Siwoo, who could read his opponent’s emotions through their magical power.

Shuiiiik!!

Siwoo swung the Muramasa like lightning.

Merlin’s shoulders were cut off, and his arms fell off.

“Kuaaaak!!!”

“I don’t see any signs of remorse.”

Merlin’s reason seemed to be flying away from him due to Siwoo’s repeated torture.

Then, a sweet proposal came to him.

“I’ll give you a chance to live if you lift that Dimension Gate. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Instead, I’ll let you know what it feels like to have your stomach ripped open while you’re still alive.”

“Ha. . . I’ll do it. . . I’ll do it. Lift. . . .”

Merlin nodded his head at Siwoo, squeezing out the last of his strength.

Now, he had no sense of mission or resentment towards humanity.

Only the instinct not to feel pain remained.

“I’ll give you one minute. If you do anything funny, I’ll start by ripping your tongue out.”

Siwoo said with a piercing gaze, pointing his sword at his neck.

Merlin caught his breath and tried to recite the lifting spell.

And that moment.

Kwadduk!!

A black arm burst out of Merlin’s stomach, tearing it open.

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