The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 67.1
Outside the waiting room tent, the area in front of the A-grade Gate, which the Stigma Guild was solely responsible for, was thick with a palpable tension.
The portal was spewing an ominous red light, as if signaling that a Dungeon Break was imminent. Inside the police line, the elite raid members of Stigma were checking their weapons with grim expressions.
“They’re coming out.”
With someone’s low mutter, the noisy scene instantly fell silent.
The tent flap was pulled back, and like the Miracle of Moses, Vermouth, dressed in his pure white uniform, walked out first through the parting crowd. Flashes began to explode from every direction, triggered by his dazzling blonde hair, unrealistic features, and the unapproachable aura unique to a knight.
Then, guarded by him, Ian revealed himself.
A pure white healer who looked completely out of place against the backdrop of the ominous Gate.
Despite the pouring gazes and the baptism of camera flashes, Ian stopped calmly before Stigma’s raid leader without a single hint of agitation.
“Let us depart.”
The leader nodded at Ian’s polite and composed voice.
Up until now, Ian had been steadily undergoing Gate adaptation training. However, today was different; it was the real thing. Because of that, there were parts of him that felt worried, but he stepped into the flickering Gate without hesitation.
Vermouth followed closely behind like a shadow, and three broadcasting drones followed them into the Gate, making a whirring sound as they were sucked inside.
The interior of the Gate was a massive swampland filled with horrific toxins.
“Maintain formation! Tankers to the front!”
Along with the raid leader’s urgent shout, giant venomous toads ambushed them from the sticky mud, and centipede-type magic beasts spitting acidic fluid poured out from all sides. Stigma’s elite hunters responded with a barrage of attacks, but even breathing was difficult due to the deadly poison sprayed into the air. This was the case even though they had entered fully prepared.
“Argh!”
One tanker standing at the front line collapsed with a scream after being drenched in the beast’s toxic fluid. It was a desperate moment as his skin turned black and scorched, and the lethal poison began to spread through his veins.
“Step back.”
Ian reached out toward the fallen tanker.
It was a power that operated on a completely different track from the awakened beings on Earth. Ian’s divine power, which had been perfectly replenished through sufficient rest and communion with Regnasia, poured out like a waterfall.
Flash!
“Ah!”
A wave of gentle light, intense enough to make one close their eyes yet never violent, swept across the entire marshland. Wherever the light touched, the poison that had been sticking viscously was purified and evaporated like spring snow melting away.
“Huh? The… the pain?”
The dying tanker gasped for air and snapped his eyes open. New skin grew over the festering wounds, and the lethal poison clogging his veins was washed away clean. While a typical healer could treat such injuries, they were never to this extent.
“This is the power of an S-grade healer!”
As someone spoke with a dazed face, looks of wonder were directed toward Ian.
Following that, Vermouth drew his holy sword and leaped among the monsters struggling in the marsh after losing their sight to the light. His sword, falling through the pure white radiance, cut the monsters’ windpipes without mercy.
Perfect treatment and the immediate return of the injured.
The hellish swampland transformed into a perfect sanctuary every time Ian took a step.
“Raid team! Everyone, charge! We’re pushing straight to the boss room!”
Empowered by Ian’s overwhelming support, the raid team advanced like madmen while pulling their abilities to the absolute limit. The attack power of awakened ones who no longer feared injury surpassed the imagination.
As a result, they achieved the feat of shortening the A-grade Gate conquest time by more than half.
“They’re… they’re coming out! The portal is closing!”
The reporters, who had been fidgeting outside the police line, aimed their cameras all at once.
With a massive rupturing sound, the Gate vanished, and the Stigma awakened ones walked out perfectly fine without a single injury, alongside Ian.
“My god, there isn’t a single person injured!”
“It’s a record-breaker! They cleared an A-grade Gate in just four hours!”
Although they hadn’t reached the record set by Vermouth, this was still an incredible feat. Since the difference from the norm was the joining of Ian and Vermouth, people’s attention naturally gravitated toward them.
“Mr. Choi Ian! The conquest time was overwhelmingly shortened; please give us a few words on how you feel!”
“What on earth happened inside? Is it true that there wasn’t a single injury!”
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