The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 49.2

A few days later.

Police tape cordoned off the cave entrance.

The investigators inside could not help but gag from the stench of decay.

The Association Hunters investigating the ‘Allmach Terror Case’ had narrowed down the search area using various skills and their own experience.

Eventually, they were able to find traces in the mountains of Oberstdorf,

but the problem was that the magical wavelength was fluctuating, making it impossible to pinpoint the exact location.

In the end, after mobilizing nearby police, forest rangers, and HSIU Hunters, they managed to locate a large rock mountain.

[𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜] had been cast on the rock mountain, causing them to waste a lot of time.

Finally, they were able to locate the entrance to the cave.

Nearly a hundred Hunters lined up in front of the cave and entered one by one on signal.

“Ugh—!”

“Eeeeek!!”

“This is crazy . . . what the hell is all this?”

“Cease entry! Cease entry!”

It was a scene from hell.

The entire cave was filled with what appeared to be human blood, flesh, organs, and bones scattered everywhere.

Even the Hunters who had seen their fair share of horrors could not stomach the gruesome sight.

Rolf Bangenhelm, the President of the Association, rushed to the scene as soon as he heard that Allmach’s hideout had been discovered.

The cave, teeming with maggots and flies, looked like a place no human could possibly enter.

“. . . . . . This can’t be the work of humans. How long ago did this happen?”

“According to the investigating Hunters, approximately 120 hours ago.”

“That would be five days ago.”

Rolf frowned.

Even the government had spent that much time searching for them.

Who on earth . . . could have possibly done this in such a short amount of time?

“Can we tell if this is Allmach? There’s no ‘form’ to identify.”

“Not all of them. We examined a body that only had its lower half remaining, and it was identified as Helmut Harbeck.”

Rolf searched his memory for the familiar name.

“Helmut Harbeck? Wasn’t he the one who went to prison?”

“Yes, according to our investigation, he was released about 4 years ago. We obtained testimony that he formed an organization with other criminals while in prison.”

“And that organization is Allmach?”

“That’s correct.”

At that moment, Michael, the Team Leader of the Munich branch of the German HSIU, approached them.

“We’ve finished investigating, and the results are astounding.”

“What is it?”

“We investigated based on the magical traces . . . .”

Magical traces.

The term refers to the traces and patterns of magical energy left behind when magical energy is used.

All magical energy users had different magical traces, and a lot of information could be derived from them.

“We were able to determine that two distinct magical traces appeared repeatedly on the bodies and in the cave.”

“Then what you’re saying is . . . ?”

“Yes. There were two perpetrators.”

“How many casualties?”

“We can’t be sure, but it’s estimated to be over thirty.”

Could just two people have possibly massacred over thirty Hunters?

Rolf recalled the cases he had investigated in the past.

It wasn’t impossible if there was a huge difference in skill, but the Allmach members couldn’t have been that weak either.

The autopsy results of Gunner, who had died previously, and his subordinates showed that they had possessed a considerable amount of mana.

They were said to be skilled enough to have everyone talking about them.

“I see. We can’t let the media get a hold of this for now. Investigate to see if there are any surviving Allmach members.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rolf gritted his teeth as he thought about the sickening smell coming from the cave and the perpetrators’ methods.

He could tell with his Hunter’s instincts.

That there was no emotion whatsoever in this slaughter.

No grudge, no anger, no revenge, no regret, no hesitation.

Nothing but pure killing intent and violence.

While he was lost in thought, a call came in.

“Yes, this is me.”

━President, it’s done.

“Good work. Make sure as many people as possible hear about it. Especially when Baek Geon-ho is present.”

━Yes, sir.

Rolf ended the call and thought of a certain person.

‘𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢.’

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

̇ȧ̇ᴡ𝚎𝕓𝐬𝘵𝕠ʀi̇̇ᴇs.𝕔𝘰𝕞

“Senior, you remember we have a dinner tonight, right?”

“Am I a goldfish?”

Siwoo clicked his tongue at Hwang Jeong-gu.

He wasn’t his mother, coming by every hour to nag him.

“All the HSIU Hunters in Seoul are supposed to be there, so you have to go.”

“What a pain in the ass. It’s not like anything bad will happen if I miss it.”

“No, you can’t! The Branch Manager specifically said everyone has to attend.”

Hwang Jeong-gu repeatedly emphasized that if Siwoo didn’t go, he would be the only one missing.

He even went so far as to make ridiculous threats like saying he would disown him and never feed him again.

That evening.

The banquet hall of a luxury hotel in Gangnam was packed to the brim.

The large banquet hall, which could accommodate over 200 people, was filled to capacity.

People greeted each other, looking for familiar faces, and enjoyed dinner while mingling around the buffet.

“Ugh . . . I didn’t want to come.”

“We can’t help it. Everyone knows we got discharged.”

Sung Chang-won and Ha Jun-tae attended as well.

They scanned the faces of the people passing by with awkward expressions.

They had been discharged from the Hunter Mental Hospital a few days ago after receiving treatment, but they had postponed their return to work by using up their annual leave.

‘𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮.’

But even that wasn’t an option right now.

“Fuck, they had to spread rumors about us being in the mental hospital.”

“There was no way they wouldn’t spread rumors in the first place.”

Even Branch Manager Baek Geon-ho had visited them once.

They had hurriedly shaken their heads and denied it when he had asked about Siwoo.

“Where’s Ji Yu-ri? That heartless b*tch didn’t even visit us in the hospital.”

“We were banned from seeing visitors. The Branch Manager was a special case.”

“Oh, is that what you’re saying! She could have at least written a letter!”

“If you want a letter, I’ll write it for you.”

“. . . . . . .”

While Sung Chang-won and Ha Jun-tae were arguing, someone approached them.

“Aren’t you going to work?”

It was Hwang Jeong-gu.

“What’s it to you, you damn fuck?”

Sung Chang-won glared at him as soon as he saw him.

Showing weakness to others was something his pride as an A+ class hunter would not allow.

“Hwang Jeong-gu, you son of a b*tch. Where did you bring that man from to make fun of us? Damn it, how can you call him a junior?”

“Or did you provide him with an artifact? Did you give him a buffer?”

Hwang Jeong-gu looked at them with a dumbfounded expression.

“You still choose your words carefully. You guys are all busted up, and you’re still talking about artifacts?”

“Hey, you son of a b*tch. . . If you go around talking like we got beaten up, I’ll kill you!”

“That’s right. Don’t worry, we were caught off guard, we weren’t defeated.”

As they were slowly building up their feeble momentum,

“Long time no see.”

Someone put their arms on Sung Chang-won and Ha Jun-tae’s shoulders.

“I told you to change, why do you look the same?”

They couldn’t even make eye contact with Siwoo’s question and just clenched their jaws.

The horror of the ruthless violence imprinted on their bodies.

“Rehab Centerㅡ should we go in again?”

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