A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac-Chapter 127

“If they want access to a dangerous facility, they’ll need to pay a usage fee.”

“Usage fee…?”

“Tell them to first show their sincerity with some high-grade items.”

Ryu Seoha responded with a prepared answer, returning the official’s worried expression with a calm glance. This was his chance to subtly slip the coveted S-Class item, the pocket ring, into the list of required compensation.

“What if they refuse the meeting?”

“They’ll likely accept. They’re the ones in a hurry, after all.”

Ryu Seoha’s casual dismissal of the official’s concern was soon validated. The other side quickly agreed to all the demands, confirming Ryu Seoha’s suspicion that the cult was pulling the strings.

From there, everything proceeded rapidly. The stage was set in Times Square for the meeting, and under heavy surveillance, the Chinese ambassador to the U.S. arrived in the square.

“I’m very pleased to meet you in person, Ryu Seoha!”

The Chinese ambassador, seeing Ryu Seoha, grinned broadly and offered his hand for a handshake with a boisterous laugh.

“It seems there’s been some misunderstanding between your country and ours.”

Instead of shaking his hand, Ryu Seoha stared silently at the ambassador, whose expression turned slightly awkward.

“I’m only here to collect the items.”

“Haha! Of course, of course. Just a moment.”

At Ryu Seoha’s cold response, the ambassador forced another laugh and pulled out a large item. It was a collapsible, closed-type warp gate component, designed for ease of transport. It was meant to deliver high-grade items from mainland China, though due to security concerns, an American hunter would be responsible for assembling and installing it. Soon, a mountain of gift boxes began pouring through the opened portal one by one.

“Shall we begin the talks…”

Just as the American diplomat opened his mouth, a deafening explosion echoed through the square. Almost simultaneously, the Chinese ambassador’s body was hurled into the air.

“Aaagh!”

The American diplomat screamed in horror at the grotesque sight.

“What are you doing?!”

Chinese hunters, who had accompanied the ambassador, immediately drew their weapons in protest. American security personnel, equally shocked, quickly assumed defensive stances, their confusion evident.

“They attacked first.”

With his lover’s hand gently covering his eyes, Ryu Seoha calmly pointed out the source of the attack.

“What nonsense is this?!”

“The ambassador secretly attacked the shamans.”

Ryu Seoha casually gestured toward the shamans, who had been strapped to poles, now crackling with sparks. He had hidden E-Class passive monsters known as Magnifying Fireflies inside the shamans’ clothes. These creatures reflected any attack they received back to the source, and it appeared their ability had activated.

“Release them!”

One of the Chinese hunters, who had been nervously eyeing the situation, suddenly shouted, giving the order. One of his subordinates threw a bundle of potion bottles into the air as though they were grenades.

“Stop them!”

An American hunter tried to intercept, but before they could, the potion bottles were shattered by telekinetic force, drenching nearby hunters with a strange liquid. The liquid quickly soaked into the skin of those who lacked protective gear.

The transformation was immediate. Exposed to the caustic liquid, the affected hunters’ pupils contracted, their irises became blotched with spots, and dark blue veins bulged beneath their skin. Ryu Seoha watched silently, refraining from using his healing powers.

“Raaagh!”

The infected hunters, now resembling puppets controlled by the virus, turned on their fellow hunters.

“This is insane!”

The Chinese hunters, of course, joined in the chaos. After a short but fierce battle, one of the Chinese hunters seized control of the warp gate’s controller and pressed a specific button. It was clear this had been their objective all along, and they ignored the advancing American forces.

The previously narrow gap in the warp gate, which had been small enough to only allow items through, widened significantly. Now large enough for tanks and fighter jets to pass, the gate revealed a massive horde of undead beyond its threshold.

Ryu Seoha could feel the air around him shift as Choi Kanghoo rapidly expanded his magical reach, his power brushing across Ryu Seoha's skin. Kanghoo was searching for the First Apostle, who was likely hiding behind the swarm of zombies and skeletons, waiting to reclaim the fragments of his power.

Whoooosh!

A storm summoned by one of the cult's relics roared through the portal, engulfing Times Square. Moments later, a massive pillar of flame erupted toward the shamans, who were suspended in the square. The wind and fire combined in a deadly synergy.

BOOOOM!

The explosion was so powerful that even the magnified abilities of the Fireflies couldn’t withstand it. The sanctified barrier already in place absorbed most of the blast, allowing Ryu Seoha to keenly feel the explosion’s details from within.

“I’ve found him.”

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Choi Kanghoo, standing tall within the protective barrier created by one of his items, smiled coldly as his sword, engraved with crimson waves, streaked through the warp gate.

In a split second, the sword pierced the neck of a man hidden among the undead horde—a man presumed to be the First Apostle. With his death, the massive army of zombies and skeletons collapsed all at once. A bolt of lightning struck down from above, targeting Choi Kanghoo’s head.

Before the enchanted uniform of Hwangseong could deflect the sudden attack, Choi Kanghoo casually stepped to the side. A sharp claw the size of a human torso sliced through the air, only to be blocked by a massive chain scythe that emerged from [Subspace]. The scythe swept through the air, countering both vertically and horizontally.

“Keieeek!”

An S-Class monster, the Sonic Thunderbird, screeched in pain. Hot on its heels, another S-Class monster, the Lightfang Cheetah, lunged at Kanghoo’s torso. The Venomous Earth Tree burst through the asphalt, aiming for his legs.

With one swift motion, Kanghoo's sword parried all the attacks. Meanwhile, the First Apostle's severed neck moved, reattaching itself to his body. One of the cult’s resurrection items had activated automatically, saving him at the last moment. The arrival of S-Class monsters in such perfect timing could only mean one thing.

“It’s the Third Apostle.”

Ryu Seoha, who had been watching the S-Class monsters and the rapidly increasing number of infected with calm eyes, tightened his grip on Choi Kanghoo's waist. As his eyes scanned the high-grade items that had come through the warp gate, his mind was sharp.

“Hold on tight.”

Choi Kanghoo, who had been watching the onslaught of S-Class monsters and infected, whispered softly. Holding Ryu Seoha firmly, he launched himself into the air, pushing off the thick trunk of the Venomous Earth Tree.

Kiiiing─!

The surrounding natural magic froze in an instant. The movements of the monsters and infected halted as Choi Kanghoo nonchalantly manipulated the atmospheric magic with pure telekinetic power.

Slice─, thunk─!

The First Apostle’s neck was severed once again. This time, the resurrection item did not activate, as the surrounding magic flow had been completely frozen. Before the Third Apostle could even reveal themselves, a black hole appeared in the sky.