The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong โ€“ Chapter 8.1

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ–: ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ญ

The moonlight shines.

A cold, silver glow caresses his skin, flowing quietly onto the roof of the apartment.

The wind is not blowing, but his body shivers.


Siwoo picked up the cigarette he had bought at the convenience store and put it down repeatedly.

This is the result of waiting 100 years.

The things he hoped would remain the same have scattered.

The things he hoped would change have become even stronger.

Siwoo put the cigarette in his mouth. He did not light it.

โ€œItโ€™s a good time.โ€

If he had come 50 years instead of a hundred, could he have changed?

Unnecessary thoughts tangle in his head like cigarette smoke.

Xiaolong, who went to his hometown, is the second child.

Letโ€™s make a hundred concessions and say that Kang Yeo-hwaโ€™s actions are understandable.

However, Min-junโ€™s death is not easy to accept.

Where is the disciple who dies before the master?

You bastard.

Siwoo leaned his head against the railing.

The cold sensation cools his forehead.

Min-jun, who used to wear glasses with a high refractive index and smile broadly next to him.

That innocent smile pierces Siwooโ€™s eyes like a jewel through the vast time.

He lets out a sigh.

ใ€๐•Ž๐•™๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•”๐•–?ใ€‘

Preโ€™s clear and beautiful voice echoes from within.

It is a light and deep touch, like a close friend patting his shoulder.

โ€œJust. Iโ€™ve changed more than I thought.โ€

ใ€๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•จ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•๐•• ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ค. โ„™๐•–๐• ๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–, ๐•—๐• ๐• ๐•• ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ค, ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ค, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•œ๐•ช ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ค. โ„•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ช๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•–. ๐•†๐•Ÿ๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•จ๐•™๐•  ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•– ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ก๐•š๐••.ใ€‘

โ€œ. . . . . . .โ€

Pre calmly recited his thoughts.

There seems to be an invisible wound in that rough voice.

ใ€๐•„๐•ช ๐•š๐•ž๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•’๐• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ค๐•’๐•ž๐•–. ๐•€ ๐•™๐•’๐•• ๐•ž๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•—๐•’๐•ž๐•š๐•๐•ช ๐•ž๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ค, ๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ช ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•˜๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–. ๐•€ ๐•’๐•ž ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ. ๐”ผ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ค.ใ€‘

A being that must have lived several times more than Siwoo, who has lived for over 100 years.

Siwoo could guess that Pre had experienced more than he had, if not less.

โ€˜๐™„๐™› ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™๐™ช๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™.โ€™

Siwoo had also experienced the loneliness that came from that.

Because it was a crazy feeling he felt in this other world.

ใ€. . . . . .๐•Š๐•  ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–. ๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿโ€™๐•ฅ ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–.ใ€‘

This is a strange conclusion.

If everything had to change, then.

Those who donโ€™t want to change are stupid, then.

But tell me not to change?

Siwoo was momentarily dazed by Preโ€™s sudden sternness.

And I could fully understand that heart.

Still, if thatโ€™s what you want to believe. If you want to be stupid once more.

โ€œYeah, I wonโ€™t change. I wonโ€™t change until I die. So donโ€™t change either.โ€


A faint smile spread.

Siwoo stared into the distance, leaving a new cigarette on the roof railing.

The moon hides in the clouds.

โ€œ. . . You smoke it all, you devil.โ€

Death of a disciple.

Itโ€™s the moment when you come to Earth to do something.

Siwoo clenched his fists.


โ€œMy brother hasnโ€™t changed a bit in ten years.โ€

Min Si-joon felt like he was the only one who had grown old.

Of course, the expression โ€˜adultโ€™ is more appropriate than โ€˜oldโ€™.

However, Siwoo had not changed at all compared to the old days.

Does it mean that the appearance of a preservative is like this? Now Siwoo looks like a younger brother.

โ€œItโ€™s not ten years, itโ€™s a hundred years.โ€

โ€œAre you immortal by any chance. . . ?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m going to die of old age because of my disciples.โ€

In fact, healers age more slowly as they handle life energy.

Aria, the saint of the ใ€ˆSacred Agape Orderใ€‰, has been maintaining the same appearance for almost fifteen years.

Moreover, Siwoo was also a hunter with a strong healing ability that could be counted on one hand.

It is no exaggeration to say that aging is more like crawling than slowing down.

Siwoo smiled and looked over the clothes his brother had bought.

Min Si-joon, who has now become a world-class rich man, has plenty of clothes, but the problem was size.

Siwooโ€™s brotherโ€™s clothes were too loose for Siwoo, who was a little more plump, taller, and had a solid body.

So Min Si-joon went with another secretary to buy clothes and supplies that Siwoo would need.

He didnโ€™t even think about the price and picked out the clothes that looked the best in the department store.

Min Si-joon, who said, โ€œIs this enough?โ€ to the secretary who asked, โ€œAre you buying this much?โ€ and picked out more clothes.

For Si-joon, his older brother was his parents.

His older brother who raised Si-joon instead of his parents who passed away early.

Even his brother, who was good at studying, dropped out of high school and jumped into the life of a hunter.

It was to feed the only younger brother.

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