The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 88

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟖: 𝐀𝐡-𝐬𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐡-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

No. 1 was called a “mad monster” in the organization.

He was hard to figure out, and no one could tell what he was feeling or thinking, so no one approached him.

Even within the same , the only person who sometimes talked to him was Ah-sul.

However, No. 0, who was stronger than him, was different.

No. 0 was also a member of, but since his mission was to protect Jiang Chen, he had little contact with others.

No one knew why he was stronger than Number 1, except for a few executives in the organization and Ah-sul who had been at the scene of the two’s confrontation that day.

“Ah-ming!! That expression means he’s made up his mind! Get ready!”

It was the same when No. 1 and No. 0 faced off over their “numbers”.

The whole thing changed the moment someone said, “Why is that punk suddenly smiling so strangely?”

Ah-ming circulated her mana throughout her body and charged at No. 0 once more.

The heavy sledgehammer that was swung around like a toy slammed into No. 0’s head.

At this level of force, it wouldn’t be strange if not only his head but also his chest were crushed.

Boooooom, whoooosh!!!

However, the sledgehammer once again grazed his head and slammed into the ground.

Ah-ming made a tsk expression.

She didn’t think she could beat No. 0.

According to Ah-sul, this was the same guy who had defeated even Number 1.

‘𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡—!’

She wanted to at least land one blow.

She wanted to be of help to Ah-sul, who had taken her in, and above all, to Siwoo, who had given her a ‘life’ for the first time.

A life she couldn’t recall ever having, not even remembering how or when she contracted the illness.

When she thought about the past, only fragmented memories came to mind like small puzzle pieces.

Parents who left her one morning.

Street life that started at some point.

Days of scavenging through trash cans like an animal and wandering around aimlessly.

And then Ah-sul whom she met by chance.

Her body spun around in the air, and the sledgehammer danced into No. 0’s arms.

Whooooooosh!

However, the attack didn’t even touch a single hair.

Ah-ming bit her lip.

‘𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙎𝙞𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙬𝙤𝙤!’

A benefactor among benefactors who had healed Ah-sul’s eyes and cured her illness.

She no longer needed a straitjacket.

She didn’t have to scream in pain or take dozens of painkillers.

For the first time, she could understand what a clear and clean mind was.

She would wake up every morning with tears of joy in her eyes, and then Sion would come up to her and hug her tightly.

She liked the breakfast that Siwoo made.

She liked Ah-sul, who looked at her with warm eyes.

She liked Pre, who livened up the atmosphere even though she stole her food.

She liked Sion, who held her hand while she ate.

She liked Red Ear, Volk, Kang Yeo-hwa, and Min Si-joon too.

Booooom!!!

No. 0’s fist slammed into her abdomen.

It was such a strong impact that one or two of her ribs must have broken.

However, Ah-ming didn’t stop.

She swung her sledgehammer relentlessly, like a powerful wave.

Whoooosh!!!

Ah-ming didn’t feel any pain.

Compared to the pain she felt every day, this ‘pain’ was nothing.

“This damn b*tch.”

No. 0 was getting annoyed.

Despite the number of blows he had landed, No. 2’s assault showed no signs of ceasing.

“My mana is running out!”

Just as No. 0’s anger was about to manifest itself in an attack,

Black ropes shot up from the ground and bound his hands and feet.

[Dark Arts: Shadow Bind]

The tightly wound ropes bound No. 0’s limbs and pulled them forcefully toward the ground.

“. . .Is this a technique I’ve never seen before?”

No. 0 knew the approximate skills and abilities of the members.

However, this technique was completely new to him.

“Who the hell starts a fight by revealing their trump card?”

Ah-sul said, pointing the tip of his staff at No. 0.

Ah-ming’s sledgehammer fell from above, aimed at the top of No. 0’s head.

“Some people do. Like me.”

[Twisting: Beyond 0]

Whoooosh!!!

The sledgehammer, which had been misaligned, slammed into the ground just like before.

An absolute defense that distorts the opponent’s attacks and doesn’t allow a single bit of damage.

That was No. 0’s ability.

‘𝙉𝙤. 1 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝.’

Ah-sul clicked his tongue.

No matter how strong a technique you have, what good is it if it doesn’t hit your opponent?

That’s what made [Twisting] possible.

“Let go.”

As No. 0 activated his ability, the ropes’ anchor points distorted and fluttered in the air.

“I guess it’s time to finish this.”

He muttered softly and threw a powerful punch into the air.

Ah-ming stopped for a moment, wondering what he was doing, when suddenly,

Booooom!!!

A huge impact struck her in the face.

“Ugh!!”

Ah-ming staggered and blood streamed from her mouth and nose.

“You ‘distorted’ my attack.”

An insane ability that blocked the enemy’s abilities while simultaneously allowing his own attacks to reach the opponent.

“In terms of raw power, you’re stronger than me. But a hunter isn’t someone who just uses their abilities, but someone who uses them properly. Like me.”

No. 0 unleashed a mana-infused kick into the air.

Booooom!!!

Ah-ming’s face was tilted back and her body floated up.

“I don’t make a habit of hitting women, but since it’s an order.”

No. 0 then opened his palm toward her as she floated in the air.

A gruesome and sinister flesh and mana gushed out of his body.

[Twisting: Coils of the Spiral]

A cruel killing machine that could distort and manipulate a certain space at will.

“Ah, no—!”

Ah-sul’s urgent cries echoed out as the deadly technique materialized toward Ah-ming.

He activated [Dark Arts: Shadow Bind] again.

But—it was too late.

In her slowly fading vision, Ah-ming’s body fell ever so slowly as a sinister mana enveloped her.

Her distorted form, like a corrupted image, flowed by in slow motion.

Crack. . . crack. . . crackle. . . .

Just as the strange sound of bones colliding was about to reach Ah-sul’s ears,

An overwhelming force that suppressed No. 0’s skill enveloped Ah-ming’s body.

Booooom!!!

[Twisting: Coils of the Spiral] shattered and reverted to mana particles.

No. 0’s face contorted.

He was annoyed that the bugs kept getting in his way as he chased after the big fish.

“You. . .weren’t you HSIU, the target of back then?”

Siwoo ignored him and carefully examined Ah-ming’s body and face, which he held in his arms.

Her nose and face were covered in blood, and several of her joints were broken.

Siwoo spoke in a low voice.

“. . . . . .She’s a girl.”

“Even I can see that.”

“. . . . . .This is the second time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is the second time you’ve touched what’s mine.”

“So?”

Siwoo sighed at No. 0’s question.

And then he breathed a brilliant golden heal into Ah-ming’s body.

No. 0’s eyes widened as he watched her condition improve rapidly.

“What a remarkable healer. If Dae-sung or Dae-in knew about you, they’d want to bring you in.”

“. . .Ah-ming, are you okay?”

Ah-ming lifted her trembling eyelids at Siwoo’s warm voice.

“Sir Siwoo. . .?”

“I’m here now, so it’s okay.”

Ah-ming burst into tears at his gentle smile.

“I’m sorry. . . I just wanted to help. . . I’m sorry. . . Please don’t abandon me.”

Siwoo smiled bitterly and hugged her, stroking her head.

“Why would I abandon my family?”

Ah-ming curled up in his arms and cried, holding onto Siwoo.

After watching for a while, he called Ah-sul and entrusted Ah-ming to him.

“I told you to just contact me and not do anything else.”

“I’m sorry, master. I just couldn’t bear to let him go.”

“No. This time, just follow that Jiang Chen guy. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Yes, master.”

Siwoo cracked his neck.

It felt both sore and refreshing.

“I see. So you’re the one who healed that eye and that woman’s illness. That’s why she calls you her new master.”

“. . . . . .”

“But it’s a shame. Even with those great skills, all you are is HSIU. If you joined our organization, you’d have better conditions—”

“Hey.”

Siwoo’s cold and chilling voice cut off his opponent’s words.

“You’re going to die here today, beaten to a pulp by me.”

“What a strange day. A healer giving a death notice to the top of . . . .”

“Get ready to make your last words, like that No. 1 bastard.”

“. . . . . .??”

No. 0 didn’t understand what he was saying.

How could this brat talk about No. 1, who was presumed dead by Kang Yeo-hwa?

“Pre, let’s go.”

【𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.】

The power he had used when fighting [Kagutsuchi].

From the source of that infinitely deep and dark power, he drew a handful of foreign mana and released it into his dantian.

Like black ink dropped into clear water, the power spread evenly throughout Siwoo’s body.

Gurgugugugug. . .!

No. 0 gradually turned pale.

It was a very short, very brief moment.

Perhaps only a second had passed.

It was enough to make him think that his opponent before his eyes had changed.

He trembled like an aspen tree.

[Twisting: Beyond 0]

He had constructed the skill with several times more mana than he usually used.

‘𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. . . 𝙄’𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. . . .’

That guy would realize it too once he attacked him.

That no matter how strong an attack was, it was useless if it didn’t hit.

No. 0 pulled himself together again.

Just then, Siwoo’s ominous, murderous aura and mana-infused fist descended upon No. 0.

Booooom!!!

“Gah!!”

No. 0’s body was sent flying dozens of meters away.

His vision spun.

It wasn’t a point, but a plane.

Too much force was pressing down on him in a wide plane, and he couldn’t distort all of that force.

In short, Siwoo’s total mana far exceeded his own.

“H-How. . . .”

“I told you.”

Siwoo’s fist struck No. 0’s body over and over again.

With each attack, a dull thud echoed out like a hammer striking down.

No. 0 tried to block the attacks with his arms, which had burst open and exposed bone.

However, Siwoo’s attacks showed no mercy.

Booooom!!!

“Cough. . . . . .”

No. 0 coughed up blood.

He couldn’t collect his thoughts at all from the terrible pain he was feeling for the first time in his life.

It was the first time he had ever been on his knees and the first time he had ever coughed up blood in front of others.

He began to pray with trembling hands.

“P-Please. . . s, spare me. . . .”

“Bite your tongue. You’re going to cut your tongue.”

“T-That’s enough.”

No. 0’s jaw shattered from Siwoo’s powerful punch, and his body fell backward.

He climbed onto No. 0’s still-breathing body and cast a heal on him.

A golden magic circle shone brightly, and No. 0’s shattered face and body were restored.

Siwoo raised his fist again and began to beat his face.

Booooom! Booooom!!! Boooooom! Bam!!

“Aaaagh! Gaah!, Cough! Stop it! Spit!”

Magic is a power of imagination that is constructed by borrowing mana.

However, when one’s mind is broken, it is difficult to use any skills.

Siwoo casted another heal into No. 0’s body.

His wounds were healed in an instant, along with the brilliant flash.

“W-Why are you doing this to me. . .!”

No. 0’s screams burst out.

Siwoo looked down at him quietly and uttered a single word.

“Revenge.”

And he raised his fist again.

The night is long.

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