The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong Novels & Stories

It wouldn’t just wear him out; it could cause permanent organ failures. I took a deep breath and faced my team of healers. “Start working on the next formula. I don’t care how many failures it takes, I just need it to succeed once,” I said. “Yes, alpha,” they said in unison before returning to their positions. “Alpha, the CVs of all healers with innate overhealing powers are here. We’ve tallied their power stats with Zosha’s…” a healer said, approaching me with a tab in her hands.

“Abraham… that’s amazing. A leech effect on a DPS build this early is ridiculous. You’re going to stay in fights way longer than you should be able to.” Abraham frowned slightly. “It’s good?” “It’s more than good,” Riley said. “It means you don’t have to disengage the same way other people do. You take damage, you give it back, and you recover while doing it. That’s… yeah, that’s really strong.” Abraham processed that, then nodded. “Alright.” “And the root on top of that,” Riley added, “that’s control and sustain together. Most people don’t get both this early.”

I think we need to reconsider our relationship. The pack's board members also seized the opportunity to force him to step down from his Alpha position. That once high-spirited heir had fallen from grace, and I was the only one willing to stay by his side. During that period, he became moody and volatile. Sometimes he'd shatter water glasses in the middle of the night, sometimes he'd roar at the nurses. I would silently clean up the mess and place a bowl of his once-favorite venison stew by his bedside.

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Healer Jan asked. "You're just going to work us to the bones. You're a slave driver. Why don't you hire another healer, if you lack them so much." Lis said. "Are healers mushrooms? Do they just pop up out of nowhere?" Healer Jan answered. Healers in this world are rare. Everyone can use low level healing. If I make an analogy in the modern world, low level healing is like first aid. Anything that can't be fixed by simple first aid would need to be treated by a healer. Healers have a higher aptitude in light magic, and there are few of those. Also, healers are all men since women are only seen as homemakers.

“She’s proven it. And if anyone dares call her a threat again, they’ll have me to deal with.” In the corner of the pavilion, Winona watched from the water basin, narrowing her eyes. She saw how the remnants of that emerald green light still shimmered around Seara’s veins. She realized one thing that had almost escaped her, and even the Alpha himself. Seara wasn’t just an ordinary healer who had temporarily lost her powers. The girl had just demonstrated the potential of a Luna Healer, the only uncommon Lycan status. She was still puzzled by the legend of Vis Sanatrix that Seara carried. Seara was also a rare healer, and her healing powers were still unstable. The black mark on Seara’s wrist

"I refuse to believe they've got a healer better than me." Curing late-stage cancer wasn't just difficult. It was borderline impossible without Seven Points of Transcendence or ultra-rare alchemy ingredients. Hence, it was questionable whether Rebirth Sect had a top healer with them.

The Sterling Alpha did not like being indebted to people. Emma saw that the destruction had affected almost half of the city. She saw military armour tanks and lots of soldiers. Numerous barricades had demarcated the city to keep the infected cornered in one place. The whole horrible scene was a glaring statement that Mason Laurent was behind this. The healer thought of the packs that had been affected and was certain that Mason was not going to stop until he infected all the werewolves of the world. She was not going to let that happen no matter how many ugly and powerful monsters he sent her away.

"That's good. It's not easy raising a pup alone. I always thought you were a single mother." I smiled faintly. I wasn't before, but soon I would be one. "Megan Cross, you're the most skilled healer we have. Without you, the common folk won't have anyone to treat them. They can't afford the fees of the nobles' healers." Emily glanced at the patients lying nearby and sighed. I gave a helpless smile and turned to leave the healer's tent—only to run straight into Alpha King Jason Boone of the Northern Realm and Princess Bailey Shaw of the Silvermoon Pack. They were both visiting injured warriors.

It was as if I’m so good at something that I don’t even have an idea how it works to begin with…because I can’t ever heal on my own. “So, uh, how is everyone back there?” I questioned for the sake of drifting the topic out of me. “They’re safe for now.” “Good.” “But, Clara, as much as I hate to bring this up to you right now.” “What is it, Victoria?” “Our warriors aren't healing. Yes, they’re awake and alive, but their strength is as good as a normal human being. I tried to find out why…” Victoria’s voice was shaky. “It’s okay, Victoria.” “Alpha was relying on us and I hate it because I can’t do anything about them,” she broke down into tears.