The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After that, he invited the 'Bare hands to kill monsters' to the party and received an agreement. Leonard sat to one side and gaped. This was the first time he had seen Charmaine interact with another player and even invite that person to the party. Heulwen saw another character, ‘Indomitable with the last breath’. She swallowed softly. This was the top healing class character in the ranking. Heulwen saw the obvious difference in her fighting power and the two of them, so she hesitated, “I'm weak. Fear of dying soon.” Leonard was curious about this new player and immediately said, “Don't worry. With me here, your blood is always full.”

"Let's get to it. What are the terms of this... alliance?" The next hour was spent hammering out the details. Territory divisions, spoils of war, command structure—it was all tedious and predictable, the kind of conversation I had mastered long ago. I let Darius and Sylas argue over the finer points, playing mediator when necessary while weaving my own web of influence. "The human healer," Sylas said suddenly, breaking the flow of the conversation. His dark eyes locked onto mine, sharp and calculating. "I've heard whispers about her. They say she has unusual abilities."

Zen was the only one without a job class because he had yet to complete the fifth level, but he hoped they had enough sense to balance their numbers without his guidance. It was easier to share in-game stat cards, so everyone took a screenshot of their profile and forwarded it to Zen. Ignoring the levels that they had, Zen wanted to cry. Although he had a feeling they would do this, it still hurt his poor gamer’s heart. Of all the things they could choose to do with those additional stat points, he had no idea why the healer of their party only focused on using his hands to smash bones. The most versatile assassin was an apprentice, which made Zen question everything.

This guy was an ADC who had farmed the most in his team. He had similar equipment as Xyla, and with full health status while she only had half left. Her teammates began spamming the voice chat again right then— “Hey, girl, run! Don’t force yourself. You can’t possibly beat him.” “Yeah, your health is not up to par now. Hurry up and run. We won’t force you.” “Go! Run. Don’t commit suicide. If you stay there, you’re allowing our opponents to weaken us all.”

"Your power is shifting the tide. I feel it coursing through the tether. You aren't the weaker one anymore, Lior. You’re the anchor." Lior smiled, a jagged, terrifying expression. He danced around a swinging mace, his hand catching the attacker’s wrist. With a slight twist, he snapped the bone, his other hand siphoning the strength from the man, leaving him to collapse in a heap of lethargy. "I told you," Lior said, his voice cold. "The healing awakened it. Now, I am unstoppable." Kaelen, seeing his men falling, lunged at Aziel one final time, desperation masking his fear. "Die, Alpha! Die for your weakness!"

All the healers who participated in the cover-up received severe disciplinary action. However, because they confessed and I spoke on their behalf, explaining they had been coerced, the Council decided on a lighter sentence. Their healer's marks were downgraded, and their packs' territorial resources and neutral zone privileges were reduced.

"She dueled me three rounds at the club using her main account and completely crushed me. I was recruited to be the starting assassin." Reviver adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and nodded politely. "Ms. Shaw discussed optimal support positioning with me for half an hour. I'm the team's healer." Even Cyrus, who had remained silent the entire time, leaned back lazily in his chair. "I'm the team's primary investor, as well as a reserve mage," he said, smiling faintly. With that, all four men had voiced their positions. Stacy froze in place, staring at us blankly like we were a group of strangers from another world.

A-grade healing potion. The real deal. Spark’s eyes went wide. In the Game, you lived and died by your supplies. Every player stocked healing items—for injuries, for exhaustion, for that one desperate chance to survive. The C-grade sludge she’d choked down earlier was her usual budget option. What Liam had just handed her was liquid gold. This was top-shelf. The kind of potion that cost more points than she made in a dozen Instances. The kind normal players could only dream of.

Victor was contemplating what he should do with the Red Star. "Alright!" Terrence was a little disappointed, but his speed of recovery was impressive. No matter what Victor decided to use the Red Star on, he would still benefit in the end because Victor's discarded equipment would likely go to him. "How will you use the Red Star, then?" "I think I'll upgrade the Thermal Greatsword." Victor made up his mind. Weapons provide the biggest boost to combat power. In the early stage of the apocalypse, combat power is the most important thing.