Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Miracle of Restoration
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“What do you plan to do?”
Go Yohan asked in a languid voice.
“Ha, this damn brat…”
The player without arms was suppressing his emotions as he spoke.
“What do you mean by service?”
Park Doyoung said.
“Old man! You’re believing that nonsense?”
“Quiet.”
Park Doyoung growled in a low, sunken voice.
“What do you mean by service?”
Then he asked the same question again.
“For now, you just need to protect this church and one child.”
“That’s all?”
“Mr. Park Doyoung might not know, but the rest of you… won’t be able to leave the church for a while. Maybe a long while.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shin Solhye spoke up, as if he meant to lock them away.
“What if your severed arms, legs, or blinded eyes were restored good as new?”
All eyes would be on them.
Healing players were rare enough to count on one hand worldwide.
“…It’d cause an uproar.”
“Yes.”
They still needed to avoid too much attention.
‘Can’t play into the demons’ schemes.’
It wouldn’t matter for him alone, but the Sacred Family was involved.
He’d decided to bring in outsiders, but they weren’t outsiders.
“Fine. Now I get why Lee Jaekyung gave me a heads-up.”
Lee Jaekyung must have given them a rough rundown.
“What about the rest of you?”
“Me too.”
“If only my legs could be fixed…”
“Damn it. You’re all crazy…. If it’s possible! I’ll…”
Go Yohan smiled in satisfaction.
“Promises must be kept.”
Go Yohan approached the armless player who’d voiced the most complaints.
His name was Choi Byungs u, a swordsman who’d lost both arms and endured endless scorn.
“Just try failing…”
Even as Go Yohan came right up to his face, he spat out his anger.
Swoosh.
Go Yohan placed his hand on Choi Byungs u’s chest.
Gulp.
Everyone swallowed hard, watching the scene.
Even if rage boiled at pinning hopes on an eight-year-old boy—because he was the Sacred Family’s youngest and the Sword Ghost.
‘Please.’
The moment he closed his eyes with faint expectation.
Rumble rumble rumble!
Choi Byungs u’s upper body began shaking violently.
“Krghaaack!”
Choi Byungs u suddenly screamed.
His vision went black, and it felt like his whole body was being sucked somewhere.
“Huhk!”
Choi Byungs u exhaled in that thick darkness.
An endless terror engulfed him.
Like being trapped in the ocean depths, doomed to an eternity without rescue.
And within it.
Sss.
The moment a small light appeared.
“Huhk! Huhk! Haaack!”
Choi Byungs u gasped roughly.
Back in reality before he knew it.
“You… you damn bastard!”
Thinking Go Yohan had done something to him, Choi Byungs u reached out in fury.
“I’ll kill…”
He’d kill him.
That’s what he thought.
“……”
But he froze, trembling.
“Ah…”
Something ran down his cheek.
“Aaah…!”
He screamed and wailed.
“Thank you…. Thank you…!”
His clearly lost arms were now right in front of Go Yohan’s face.
“This… this can’t be real…”
“Crazy…”
Everyone who saw it was stunned.
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“Aaah…”
The reactions were all similar.
Feeling the light entering her eyes again, Shin Solhye burst into tears.
She’d thought she’d never see light again.
Grope, grope.
The church chair, and.
“Aaahhh!”
Seeing Go Yohan’s face, she cried out loud.
“Thank you…”
They were all players who hadn’t given up despite their disabilities.
They’d researched fighting with feet after losing arms, refused to let go of the bow despite blindness.
But it had all been futile, just fodder for other players’ mockery.
“I can’t believe it.”
Even Park Doyoung felt the cancer cells that had weighed down his body vanish, and spoke.
“Can’t believe it…”
There were only a handful of healing ability users worldwide.
The strongest was said to be Europe’s Lucia Song Claire.
Some called her a saint.
Even she had only regenerated one severed arm, left bedridden and weakened for a long time after.
And yet.
“Hah.”
Go Yohan just looked a bit more languid, standing perfectly fine.
“……”
That sight astonished even Lee Jaekyung.
He’d expected it, but.
‘To this extent.’
This wasn’t mere healing or regeneration.
‘It’s a miracle.’
A literal miracle.
No need to think of the power that tore demons apart.
This ability alone made Go Yohan’s value infinite.
“You haven’t forgotten the promise, right?”
“O-of course!”
“We’ll keep it…!”
“Thank you!”
Just seeing the scene before them was enough.
Fallen rankers once, now they followed Go Yohan like a god.
Plenty of players ended up crippled in gates; if they all lent their strength in exchange for healing?
“……”
The Sacred Family wouldn’t compare.
But that’s why it was dangerous.
‘They’ll try to take it.’
Countless would rise to monopolize that power.
Chills…
Brr.
Goosebumps rose.
‘If they break the promise…’
He even thought he might have to step in.
“It can’t just be words.”
With Go Yohan’s warning, the gathering ended that day.
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“I can’t believe it.”
The four players sat blankly on the church chairs and said.
“Can’t believe it…”
An eight-year-old brat.
Go Yohan, who seemed utterly ordinary ignoring his Sacred Family backing, had shown.
“A miracle.”
A miracle.
Brr.
Even thinking of that moment now gave them goosebumps.
“If people find out…”
That’s when Park Doyoung spoke.
“Old man, don’t talk nonsense.”
Choi Byungs u’s chilling voice cut in.
Not just him.
Shin Solhye, whose eyes were healed, and Kang In, whose legs were fixed, glared at Park Doyoung with murderous eyes.
“W-who said to do that?”
Park Doyoung startled and said.
“Just gauging how much of a stir it’d cause.”
“We won’t let you entertain foolish thoughts.”
“Have I gone mad?”
Park Doyoung said.
“…After seeing that.”
All who were healed had the same experience.
Pitch-black darkness, a small light shining within.
“…Was that the goddess?”
“No idea.”
“Seriously.”
Players who’d felt closer to the world’s secrets now felt farther away than ever.
Swoosh.
Yun Seung-ah cautiously emerged from a corner.
“Seung-ah.”
Shin Solhye said warmly toward Yun Seung-ah.
Go Yohan and Lee Jaekyung had introduced her before leaving.
“Sorry, were we too noisy?”
As if the tense atmosphere had never been, the four players welcomed Yun Seung-ah with smiles.
But something was off.
“…It wasn’t the goddess.”
Yun Seung-ah approached with an unprecedented glint in her eyes.
“……”
Even ranker-level players shrank back for a moment.
‘They said she was special, but.’
‘To this degree?’
Go Yohan was one thing, but Yun Seung-ah too—astonishments piled up.
“Not the goddess? What do you mean?”
“…That person did it.”
“That person?”
Shin Solhye tilted her head.
“The great one…”
“Yohan?”
That’s when it happened.
Whoosh!
A massive fireball rippled into view behind Yun Seung-ah.
“……!”
Sensing the vivid power, the four players instinctively backed away into combat stance.
It was a colossal, intense force unlike any they’d felt.
“W-what…”
“Don’t call that person carelessly.”
Like a warning.
Swish.
The single fireball multiplied into eight, encircling them.
“That person saved me and you all. That person did.”
“…….”
“If you disappoint that person.”
With Yun Seung-ah’s cold eyes.
Crackle.
The flickering fireballs froze solid in an instant and shattered down.
“I won’t forgive you.”
Leaving those words, Yun Seung-ah turned and left again.
Thud.
As if drained of energy, the four players slumped almost simultaneously.
“W-well…”
“What the…”
Bewildered and absurd expressions, but the gravity lingered.
“Certainly…”
Not fear of Yun Seung-ah.
As she’d said, they just felt they needed to rethink their view of Go Yohan.
“I… think…”
Park Doyoung gave a faint smile.
“We’ve found something worth devoting our remaining lives to.”
The others wore similar expressions, words unspoken.
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“Sigh.”
Go Yohan let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
A sharply dressed old gentleman approached and asked Go Yohan carefully.
It was Park Doyoung.
His face was so changed now, even close acquaintances might not recognize him.
-Let’s change your faces first.
The four players had worried about being recognized, so they’d decided, and Go Yohan had helped.
Their pasts were gone now.
Only present and future remained.
“Is something big the matter?”
Park Doyoung, far more deferential, asked with concern.
‘What could it be.’
If it made Go Yohan sigh like this, it must be no small thing.
“…I learned multiplication and division.”
“……?”
Park Doyoung blanked for a moment, then smiled.
“You’ll have to take the middle school equivalency exam.”
Realizing this world-shaking great one was only eight years old.
“Lots of homework?”
Shin Solhye, who’d approached unnoticed, asked with an incredulous look.
“If you need, I’ll do it for you.”
It was Choi Byungs u’s voice.