The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 6.3

Well, it was a kind of symbiotic relationship.

Siwoo supplied mana to keep him alive, and he helped Siwoo use the enemy’s Skills.

“Pre. Let me try the Skill I just got.”

【𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪, 𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕.】

Of course, the mana needed to activate the Skill was Siwoo’s.

Predator activated the Skill he had just extracted.

A small amount of mana disappeared, and a different sensation spread throughout his body.

A faint electricity ran from his fingers to his toes.

His body’s vitality surged, and his heartbeat echoed in his ears.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

It was certainly a low-level Skill, but a Skill was a Skill.

He could tell by the way he felt different.

Siwoo cracked his knuckles.

Snap, snap, the sound of the breaking joints made him feel good.

“You’re so kind. You even give me time to prepare. Did you come from a nursing home?”

Siwoo sneered.

“Ugh! What are you all doing!! Charge at him all at once!”

Another C-rank Hunter drew his dagger at him.

It was the first time he had used it on a person other than a monster, but now was not the time to worry about appearances.

The sharp blade of the dagger gleamed as it flew towards Siwoo’s neck.

SWOOSH SWOOSH

The sound of the wind cutting through the air.

Siwoo dodged the attack with minimal movement and observed the opponent’s shoulders and feet.

Usually, all attacks could be avoided by just grasping those.

“Damn it!!”

A sword blade thrust at his chest.

Tsk, he’s lost his mind.

This was no longer an attack to subdue. It was a blatant killing attack.

Siwoo twisted his body and deflected the attack under his armpit.

Of course, expecting to be stabbed, the C-rank Hunter lost his balance and twisted his body as his sword missed.

This was it.

Siwoo roundhouse kicked at the opponent who had closed the distance.

BAM!

The opponent’s body flew into the air, spun 360 degrees, and fell to the ground.

All this seemed like slow motion to Siwoo.

It must be the effect of the Skill.

Siwoo hated mindless attacks.

Everything had to be efficient.

That applied to the use of mana, the use of Skills, and combat.

His strategy was to pursue practicality, even if it meant just a single blow.

・・・

[𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥: 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐛]

━Rank: C+

━Description: When the Skill is activated, the body automatically reacts to the opponent’s vital points. It is more effective when holding a weapon.

・・・

Vital Stab.

Even if he didn’t hit the opponent, he could gather information if he confronted them for a certain amount of time.

The advantage of hitting them was that the gathering speed was much faster.

“Urgh! Ugh!!”

He grabbed his leg and rolled his eyes back.

His leg bone must have broken. He’ll be in pain for a while.

Siwoo stepped over the struggling man and picked up the dagger.

It was a long time since he had felt it.

It was of a moderate length, and the blade was only on one side of the blade, making it look sleek.

Siwoo reminisced for a moment.

He used to use swords a lot when he was young.

Not a clumsy sword like a longsword or a two-handed sword, but a small and easy-to-wield sword like this.

Why did he use a sword?

Because if he punched them, there wouldn’t be any shape left.

A sword also splattered less blood. It was cleaner.

He ran his finger along the blade.

It seemed like it hadn’t been properly maintained, as the blade was dull. A swordsman who didn’t even sharpen his blade.

“I’ll use this.”

He held the dagger in his right hand and took a step towards the remaining men.

He was the man who had defeated two C-rank Hunters with his bare hands.

What could he not do, now that he even had a dagger?

No one dared to approach him because of his fierce aura.

It was a great act of courage that they didn’t run away.

“Are you not coming? Or shall I go to you?”

A wicked smile spread across his lips.

He stomped his foot.

The dagger’s blade flashed.

The chilling determination was quelled by a single shout.

“Hiaaaa!!!!”

The dagger’s blade stopped at the right arm’s wrist of the enemy.

It was a split second.

Blood trickled down because it had entered about 0.5 cm.

If he had reacted even a little later, the man’s right arm would have been cut off.

Silence fell.

All eyes were focused on one place.

Everyone was frozen in place like ice.

Only the outsider who had suddenly intervened approached naturally.

“Older brother. . . . . . .”

Siwoo pulled out the dagger’s blade and faced the opponent.

His eyes were filled with a subtle emotion that he had never seen before.

It felt like a heavy ripple was washing over a calm lake, a heavy weight pounding on his chest.

“Si-joon.”

“It’s really you, older brother. . . . . . .”

Min Si-joon could tell at a glance.

That this was not a transformation spell, or a look-alike, or a disguise.

He had promised an enormous reward to anyone who found his older brother.

Thanks to that, he had to deal with countless frauds and fakes.

He had been frustrated countless times and hurt just as much by the false news that came several times a day.

And yet.

The moment he faced the man before him,

It felt like the pain that had accumulated over all those years was melting away in an instant.

For the first time in years, Min Si-joon broke his poker face and grimaced.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his older brother’s face.

Emotions that seemed like they would overflow soon enveloped him.

Thud.

At that moment, Siwoo approached and hugged him without a word.

“It’s been a long time.”

A flat but affectionate voice.

Min Si-joon buried his face in his older brother’s shoulder and stayed like that for a long time.

Ten years of time flowed from his eyes.

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