All Chapters of Healing Skills: Chapter 61
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Chapter 60: Escort (4) [Jace’s POV] He just up and leaves, huh? Some things never fucking change, do they… Jace’s grin was thin, nostalgic, and bitter all at once. His hands moved with clinical rhythm, shadows spilling from his fingertips like smoke given purpose. Each one molded into puppets that slithered across the battlefield, strangling, stabbing, and silencing. The fight wasn’t difficult. It wasn’t even interesting. The cultists were fragile things—flesh without conviction, puppets without strings of their own. Still, something made him glance upward. At the very top of the mountain, an explosion of mana erupted. It was so dense it felt alive, pressing against his lungs, clawing at his ribs. He whistled low. Just what kind of monster is he fighting up there? Even the others could feel it. The air thrummed with that signature mana, wild and holy and utterly fu
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Chapter 61: Attrition Kael watched them charge. Brutes, the lot of them. No strategy, no rhythm—just a frothing surge of corrupted flesh draped in that churning black aura, the stench of madness clawing through the air. He raised his hand. Light bent. Blades shimmered into being—twelve crystalline swords of condensed radiance that sang like harps when they moved. He sent them flying, each a perfect ray of divine geometry. They struck, but the men did not fall. The aura shuddered, drank the blows, then expanded like ink bleeding through water. Kael’s brow furrowed. “That’s bullshit,” he muttered. The System’s voice crackled in his skull, smooth and clinical: They are unstable vessels. That power devours the body. The only reason they persist is because their minds are a
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Chapter 62: Descent of the Lost“Put me down.”“No.”“…Put me down.”“No.”Kael was floating. Again.Suspended midair like a misbehaving parcel, the bastard was being hauled through the mountain pass by Jace’s shadow tendrils. His body dangled lazily, rotating in slow, pitiful humiliation. He couldn’t move for at least a few more minutes until his mana stabilized.‘This cunt,’ Kael thought, staring blankly at the clouds brushing beneath his feet. ‘I’ve gone from healer to hand luggage.’Beside them, Seris was smiling. Not a small smile. A radiant, unholy grin that looked far too satisfied for someone who’d just survived a vehicular betrayal and near-death fall.‘She really enjoys seeing me suffer,’ Kael realized. ‘Sadist confirmed.’“So,” he finally muttered, craning his head toward Jace, “where the fuck are we exactly?”Jace’s shadows flexed lazily, releasing a faint ripple of da
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Chapter 63: The Escort’s Joke“Wake up.”Jace’s voice came first, low and rough, followed by the shake that felt more like an earthquake than concern. Kael blinked, groaning as his body tried to remember how to be human again.“What’s wrong?” he muttered, pushing Jace’s hand away. His body ached, but at least he’d managed a few hours of real sleep. The kind where dreams didn’t chase him with fire and screaming.Jace’s face was grim. “We can’t get in contact with Vivum.”Kael froze mid-stretch. “Huh?”Even for a city built on living mana conduits, that shouldn’t have been possible. Vivum was massive. Self-sustaining. Connected to nearly every major relay network on the continent. Losing contact wasn’t just strange, it was impossible.Before he could ask more, the same receptionist from earlier approached, a bead of sweat slipping down her neck. “The mountain’s acting up again,” she said. “It’s blocking the relay netw
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Chapter 64: Skill MergeKael sat cross-legged on the bed, the air in his room thick with residual mana that hummed like a living thing. The System’s voice shimmered through his skull, soft and absolute.> Remember, while you can combine skills of the same rarity, you cannot merge offensive and defensive types. The result would be a jumbled, magical abortion.“I understand,” Kael murmured, eyes glinting with anticipation. “Let’s make some art.”He placed his palms together, threads of light leaking through the cracks in his fingers. Shield of Nourishment. Shield of Light. Both ancient, both beautiful, both begging to be devoured.The air folded.> [Skills merged. Generating new construct.]Mana surged like sunlight through water. His breath hitched. The world blinked white.Aegis of Light [Intermediate] [Active]Create a protective barrier around yourself or others, absorbing 40
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Chapter 65: Brat ‘This is divine,’ Kael muttered with reverence as molten cheese burned the roof of his mouth. He devoured the pizza like a starving prophet tasting god’s body for the first time. It was criminal how much he’d missed this flavor, the sacred salt of melted cheese and bread and grease. The last time he’d eaten pizza was back when his life came prepackaged in luxury: silk robes, personal chefs, and a sense of superiority thick enough to choke on.Now, he sat alone in a dingy restaurant with a cracked table and a faulty fan, smiling like an idiot as he ate a $5 slice.Then he saw them. His party. Approaching the Association building like a parade of responsibility.‘Fuck,’ he sighed, stuffing the rest of the slice into his mouth. ‘Why didn’t I buy it to go? There’s no justice in this world.’He looked back at the counter, saw the massive line, and accepted his fate. Grabbing two more slices, he bolted out the door, chewing a
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CHAPTER 66: DREAM OF THE LAST ARCHANGEL"Where in the nine fucking heavens am I?" Kael’s voice echoed into infinity, swallowed by the cold vacuum that surrounded him.Moments ago, he had been drifting into sleep, his mind still half-locked in dialogue with the System, when everything simply… folded. Now he stood barefoot upon a surface that was neither stone nor soil, but something that hummed softly like a heartbeat trapped inside crystal.He took a step, and a brittle crunch sounded beneath his feet. Another step, another crunch, sharper now, multiplying like bones breaking under ice. The sound rose, surrounding him in a storm of invisible fractures until the ground itself began to glow faintly silver.Then came the mirrors.They did not appear—they grew, emerging from the ground like blades of glass, endless in number, each one a different shape and size, scattered like constellations in a mad god’s reflection. Kael turned slowly,
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Chapter 67: Ashes and EchoesTorin had been kind enough—or perhaps desperate enough—to take them back. He knew he couldn’t guard the convoy’s supplies on his own, not with the way the air trembled lately. And Selene, blessed by wealth and cursed by pride, didn’t argue. She paid without a flinch. Gold still made problems go away, even when the world itself was cracking.The road to the next village was shorter this time. Barely two hours. Kael sat by the window, silent as a ghost, his eyes devouring the passing world. He’d seen cities in his past life, machines that kissed the sky, oceans of steel and light. Yet none of it compared to this. The mountains shimmered under the twin suns, the skies stretched in impossible blues, and mana—living light itself—rippled like rivers in the air. Colors no human tongue had earned names for drifted and danced, swirling around like sentient fireflies whispering hymns.For a moment, he forgot to breathe.When the
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Chapter 68: The House That LiesTorin turned toward Kael and his battered party, jerking a thumb at the sprawling estate before them. “We’re here.”Finally.The last “village” they had aimed for was a smoking crater by the time they arrived. Whatever life had once existed there had been erased, leaving only charred bones and scorched mana residue. With nothing left to do but retreat, they returned toward civilization—or whatever counted as it.Selene was already stepping out of the transport, her normally sharp composure melting into nervous energy. She didn’t look back, didn’t speak. She just walked straight toward the mansion that loomed ahead, its polished stone and gilded trim glowing beneath the evening mana-lights.Kael whistled low. “Holy shit. This place is three times bigger than my old quarters.”He paused, then added thoughtfully, “Actually, five, if you count the ego that built it.”Beside him, Chloe tri
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Chapter 69: MimicThe dungeon breathed like a lung full of rot and whispers. The four of them—Kael, Seris, Jace, and Chloe—stepped through the archway, their boots sinking into dust that hadn’t been disturbed for centuries. The corridor stretched ahead in uneven stone veins, dimly lit by fungal light, and somewhere deeper inside, something rattled like a cage full of broken teeth.Kael grimaced. “That sound’s gonna haunt me.”What awaited them wasn’t grandeur or glory but spiders—dozens of them. Pale, twitching, glass-eyed things that looked like nightmares woven from chitin and insomnia.A shiver ran up Kael’s spine. He’d faced demons, undead, and a god once pretending to be a priest, but spiders? Fuck spiders.Beside him, Seris trembled, her sword hand unsteady. Kael caught the twitch and smirked. “What’s wrong, Seris? Don’t tell me the great sword saint is afraid of a few eight-legged cunts.”Her glare could have melted mithri