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The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 61.1

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝟏: 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫

A cold snowflake landed on her cheek.

Her lips quivered at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Ah. . . .”

The snowflake melted away in an instant,

and soon became a drop of water that ran down her cheek.

What should she say?

What could she say?

Kang Yeo-hwa moved her tongue and lips.

But the only sound that came from her was a small sigh.

An impossible being looked down at her with a faint smile.

Even though it was the situation she had wished and hoped for, Kang Yeo-hwa felt more anxiety than joy.

Am I going crazy?

Or am I hallucinating?

Or did I die and come to the afterlife?

Siwoo had appeared countless times in moments of crisis.

He was always a hero who magically appeared to save the day when a crisis like this struck.

However, she had not expected Siwoo to appear now.

To be exact, she could not have expected it.

How could someone who she had not seen a single hair of for ten years suddenly appear to save her?

It was too much like a comic book.

That’s why her mind was in chaos right now.

‘𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬. . . 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚. . . .’

Several questions were intertwined, and she could not say anything.

Do people become fools when their heartfelt wishes are granted?

Or are they afraid to wake up from this sweet dream and keep their mouths shut?

Her mind was filled with doubt, anxiety, worry, a tiny bit of joy, and hope.

Then, Siwoo’s warm hand touched Yeo-hwa’s cheek.

Centered on that touch, the shell of fear that had enveloped her body began to peel away one by one.

“Master. . .?”

Her lips and voice trembled.

It was like a dream.

The Siwoo she had seen in her dreams had always been this way.

A handsome face, a playful smile, warm eyes.

“Your face has gotten a little thin? Have you lost weight?”

Master’s face is the same. It’s the same as it was 10 years ago.

She swallowed the words she could not say out loud, along with her tears.

Her lips trembled violently with the emotion that was gradually rising, and she had to bite them tightly.

It’s master.

It’s really master.

“I got a little lost because I had to find my way around. Did I make you wait too long?”

Yeo-hwa nodded silently.

Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded.

Siwoo smiled.

She wrapped her arms around Siwoo’s neck and hugged him tightly.

As if to say never to leave again.

As if to say she would never let him go alone again.

Siwoo patted her on the back.

“Why are you crying so much?”

Yeo-hwa sobbed and clung to him even tighter at his playful words.

The sorrow that had been building up for so long, the bitterness that she had always hidden and never shown, flowed out through the long darkness.

“Sniff. . . sob. . . sniff. . . .”

Her tears dug into Siwoo’s heart like tightly clenched fingernails.

Feeling too sorry and pitiful to watch,

Siwoo just held her quietly.

A few seconds that felt like years passed.

Siwoo carefully lowered Yeo-hwa’s body to the floor.

Her eyes and nose were red, and she was clutching Siwoo’s sleeve and sobbing.

“I won’t go anywhere now. Just wait two minutes.”

Siwoo turned around after wiping away her flowing tears.

“Thank you for waiting.”

Ghost Corps did not respond to those words.

They had not waited because they wanted to, but because they had no choice.

The power that had killed No. 4 in one blow and the aura that emanated from Siwoo made it impossible for them to move rashly.

“You killed No. 4.”

No. 1 spoke first, looking at No. 4’s mangled body.

“Was I not supposed to kill him?”

“Because he’s human.”

“You were the ones who tried to kill her first.”

“How can you be sure of that?”

“You’re Ghost Corps.”

No. 1 tilted his head back and then lowered it again.

“Did I say that?”

“You didn’t say it.”

“Then who said it?”

“Well, go ask in hell.”

No. 1 revealed a rage that he had never shown before.

It was a very faint outburst of emotion, but it was very surprising to No. 3, who had always been with him.

“No. 1. . . no, Cheon Soo-ae! No!”

No. 3 shouted urgently for a reason.

Because No. 1 would be unstoppable if he went berserk?

No.

It was because of ‘that man’ who had reacted to the anger.

“It’s too late to stop.”

Siwoo let out a sharp laugh and twisted his neck.

“Let’s begin.”

【𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.】

Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung

A huge sense of oppression that swallowed everything down to the bottom.

Just facing it was like being cut all over by a sword.

“Ugh. . . ugh. . . .”

No. 3 could not even breathe properly, as if he were being crushed by something huge.

It was because he was reading Siwoo’s vast magical power and overloading due to his ability to sense magic better than others.

Blood trickled from his nose.

There was no more time to hesitate, whether they won or lost.

“Ugh. . . buy some time!”

No. 3 squeezed all his strength and gave No. 2 his last order.

“K. . . krrrrrrr!”

No. 2, who had been resisting the oppressive aura, charged at Siwoo at No. 3’s command.

“How strange.”

Siwoo watched the sight with a languid and cold gaze.

The moment No. 2’s sharp gauntlets flew in to tear Siwoo apart,

“You’re not an Awakener.”

Siwoo muttered something incomprehensible and punched her hard in the side.

Thud!

Crack!

The sound of ribs breaking and the roar of the ground shaking reverberated through the mountainside.

Before the tremors had even subsided,

A dull spell was carved at Siwoo’s feet, and a strange magic circle moved in an eerie way before becoming a jet-black shadow.

[Crazy Drawing: Fantasia]

No. 1, Cheon Soo-ae’s most powerful attack.

A technique in which the most gruesome and grotesque things imagined by the caster pop out indiscriminately for 60 seconds.

━Kreeeeeeee

━Kurrur Kurrur

━Hee, hee, hee

At first glance, disgusting beings popped out of the shadow.

“Just die already.”

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