I Became The Only Healer In The Academy [EN]: Chapter 66

“Are you talking about the war against the magical beasts?”

The situation didn’t look good.

There were too many injured, and not enough healers to treat them.

“There’s no one here with healing abilities.”

Even though a stranger had come close, no one paid any attention to Seonghyun.

As he was about to look around to get a better grasp of the situation, someone shouted at Seonghyun.

“Hey! Don’t just stand there gawking, heal them!”

“Yes, yes?”

“Hurry and help!”

He was clearly a stranger, but there was no sense of unfamiliarity.

It was as if he had a slight sense of belonging, like someone he worked with but didn’t know well.

‘This might be easier.’

The quest given to Seonghyun was to lead the war to victory.

War wasn’t something you could do alone.

You needed people to step forward and people to support from behind.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to hide his abilities.

“Understood.”

Arriving beside the injured, Seonghyun immediately checked their condition.

He didn’t know how deep the wounds were, but he could heal injuries of this level.

Moreover, with the effect of the Believer’s Pendant, one of his equipped items, he could use healing on all the injured in this place.

“…What are you doing? I said help!”

The man looked at Seonghyun, who suddenly stood up after checking the condition of the injured, with a frustrated look.

‘Healing everyone is a bit much…’

There were too many people, and even Seonghyun, who didn’t faint from pain, felt like he would be overwhelmed by the pain, so he decided to heal only some of them for now.

“Hurry and hel…!”

Thinking his words were being ignored, the man’s expression changed from annoyance to anger as he stood up and grabbed Seonghyun’s shoulder.

“…Huh?”

But then, suddenly, a strange light began to flicker.

A light that could only be seen from priests. Priests didn’t have healing abilities, but this was the kind of light that could only be seen when giving blessings, and it was being shown by a mere soldier whose face he didn’t even know.

The moment that light was seen, the noisy interior began to quiet down.

It wasn’t that they were surprised by Seonghyun’s ability.

The sounds of groaning in pain and despair, the urgency and tension that had filled the room, were gradually fading away.

As if the pain and despair had disappeared.

“W-Who are you…?”

Seonghyun collapsed to the ground from the overwhelming pain that made him feel faint.

‘Haa…’

If he were to rank the pain he had felt so far, the pain he was feeling now was overwhelmingly number one.

“A-Are you alright?!”

The man was more concerned about the person who had brought hope back to a hopeless situation than understanding the situation.

“Here! Start here!”

Those who had been taking care of the now-recovering injured approached Seonghyun.

Seonghyun, still collapsed in pain, raised his arm to stop them and said.

“There are still people left.”

The pain he was feeling would eventually disappear anyway.

There were still people who hadn’t been treated.

“B-But your condition…”

He had healed about 1/3 of the total number of people.

He had to feel this pain two more times.

Feeling a little better, Seonghyun used his ability again without hesitation.

The pain that hadn’t completely subsided was met with the same amount of pain as before, renewing the ranking of the pain he had felt so far.

“…”

The pain was so intense that he couldn’t even groan.

“G-Get something, anything!”

The man instinctively realized.

That the man in front of him had done something, that the injured had been healed after that, and that he had collapsed in pain at the same time.

In other words, this man seemed to be healing the injured in this place while simultaneously feeling their pain.

‘…How could someone like this…’

He couldn’t understand it.

It wasn’t just the pain of one person, but nearly hundreds of people.

“M-My body…”

“What’s going on…”

“Everyone, everyone is being healed! Their wounds are all disappearing!”

Everyone had a dumbfounded expression.

A person they didn’t even know existed, or perhaps someone who wasn’t even a member of the same unit, had appeared and done something, and their bodies were healed.

Of course, there were still people left, but more than half of the people had returned to their original state, with their wounds healed and their vitality restored, as if they hadn’t even fought in the battle.

“H-Here, take this…”

Someone hurriedly brought something at the man’s request.

“…”

It wasn’t anything special, just a glass of water.

That a glass of water was all they could give to the person who had miraculously healed the injured.

This represented the situation they were in.

A mysterious man who appeared in a situation where defeat was almost certain.

A glass of water was all they could give to such a person.

The man placed the glass of water in front of Seonghyun, who was panting in pain.

“…Thank you.”

What more could he say?

He couldn’t even say to hold on a little longer or to try a little harder.

“Haa… Thank you.”

Seonghyun gulped down the water.

There were only 1/3 of the people left.

He was about to get up again to heal the remaining people.

“Cough!”

But as soon as he got up, he felt a sharp pain near his heart.

It felt as if dozens of needles, no, giant iron skewers, were stabbing his heart.

“A-Are you alright?”

The man supported Seonghyun, who had collapsed, not knowing what to do.

He wasn’t spitting up blood.

There were no other visible wounds.

But he had the expression of someone feeling the greatest pain in this place.

“…Take your time. No one is rushing you.”

He couldn’t bring himself to tell him to stop.

He had felt in that short time what kind of results this one person’s ability could bring.

Those who had great power, those who had achieved miraculous victories on the battlefield with their excellent strategies, knowledge, and wisdom.

They had all fallen apart.

The hope they had brought had turned into greater despair when they were lost, and in the end, they were left with only a few people to face the magical beasts.

In this situation, this man who had appeared was now their only hope.

“Are all the people here?”

“…No. The general soldiers are all here, but the officers are being treated elsewhere.”

“This is all the general soldiers?”

“…Yes.”

It didn’t even look like 1000 people.

Not even 1000 general soldiers, let alone officers.

Even though he didn’t know what the war was like yet, or how many magical beasts were right in front of them, he could immediately grasp the situation.

“…The situation was very bad.”

The man looked at Seonghyun with slightly suspicious eyes.

If you lived in this land, you couldn’t not know the current situation.

It was as if he wasn’t from here, from this world.

No, was he even human in the first place?

Even if you looked back at any history, no one with such power had ever appeared.

Such unbelievable abilities that only existed in legends passed down for mere entertainment.

‘…Am I finally getting an answer?’

It had been decades, hundreds of years since the voice of God had been cut off.

As they were on the verge of losing anyone who could hear the voice, it seemed they had sent a messenger instead of an answer.

“Messenger. I think I should go report.”

“M-Messenger…?”

“Yes. I’ll be right back. I’m sorry that I can’t explain the whole situation because it’s so urgent.”

Seonghyun was wondering what kind of messenger he was talking about, but he didn’t ask further because the situation was urgent, as the man said.

“Understood.”

The man hurriedly left, and Seonghyun took a moment to recover.

‘Should I use a potion now?’

He had used a lot of materialization to prepare the gate today, but there was a limit to the amount he could create in a short time.

Like using vitality on his body, he would get so tired that he would be out of breath if he created a certain amount.

He had created about 100 bottles.

It took about 2 hours to recover from the exhaustion, and as a result of using materialization until the gate opened, he was able to create 100 bottles of potions.

‘No. It’s too early to use potions now.’

“Um… Messenger. Are you alright?”

“If there’s anything uncomfortable, please tell us.”

Whether they had heard the man who had left, others also began to call Seonghyun a messenger.

“…I’m fine.”

He didn’t care what they called him, so Seonghyun took a deep breath and focused.

To heal the remaining people.

Of course, there was still pain left, but if he could finish healing all the people here, he could buy some time.

‘Let’s focus.’

It was a little difficult to focus on the remaining pain, so Seonghyun closed his eyes and endured the pain as much as possible.

The magical beasts that had rushed right in front of them, the few remaining people, the territories that had been taken away.

They were now just waiting for destruction, and a report came in that the medical officer in charge of treating the soldiers had urgently requested an audience.

“…What is it now?”

What could be so urgent in this situation?

It couldn’t be this urgent unless all the injured had died for some reason.

“Let him in.”

To be honest, he really didn’t want to hear it.

But if he let go, everything would really be over, so he had no choice but to listen.

“…”

But the expression on the face of the medical officer who came in was a little different from usual.

He had been worried about what kind of desperate news he would bring, but looking at his expression now, it was as if he had found hope.

“What is it?”

“Your Majesty, there is something you must see for yourself.”

“See… for myself?”

Normally, he would have told him to briefly explain the main points, but the hopeful expression he was showing seemed to be pressuring him to check what was going on for himself.

“Since you say so. Let’s take a look.”

The former emperor, now called the king, followed the medical officer out of the audience chamber.

“…Hmm?”

As he left the audience chamber and went to the place the medical officer was guiding him to, he felt something different from usual.

No, it wasn’t just a feeling.

‘I can’t… hear groans.’

The voices of those writhing in pain from injuries, those frustrated that there were no people left to fight the magical beasts, were not heard.

“Here it is.”

“This is…”

The place where the general soldiers were.

Standing right in front of the door, he could hear very little groaning.

The king grabbed the doorknob himself.

What could be the source of the hopeful expression the medical officer was making?

As he opened the door, a scene that was impossible to describe unfolded inside.