Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 55: Decide

Darian felt his consciousness fading fast...

'No.'

He forced his eyes open through sheer willpower. He couldn't go down. As long as that enemy was still toying with him and giving him a shot, he had to find a way to save his brothers.

He began healing. A second later, he was good as new. But there was no more white power left. He only had one more shot.

Right then, he felt a groan coming from beneath him. When he turned, he saw the Primitive Beast still there. He'd been thrown right toward it. Coincidence?

The massive wound on its chest was still open, and Darian's dagger was still buried in its heart.

'Tough bastard,' was the first thing that came to his mind. The creature's entire body was blackened from the poison he'd used. It probably only had a few minutes left.

Then suddenly, Darian remembered what he did with Raon.

In the end, Raon rejected the mark, and Darian had instinctively used his power to absorb him completely. He still didn't know what would've happened if the black mark had actually fused with Raon's soul.

'I've got no black power left... wait, yes I do.'

Darian moved fast. There was no clear way out, so he had to take a wild shot. He'd done something similar with Niara before, but that was different — their souls were already linked by contract. That's why he didn't need a mark.

But that moment with Raon felt like something else entirely. It wasn't just handing someone his power... it was more like forming a contract... and creating something totally new, something that wasn't even part of his original power.

With a motion, he reached toward the dagger still stuck in the Primitive Beast's chest. Then he focused on pulling back just a little of the black power that was still in its body.

It was just enough to form another black mark.

The moment it formed, the mark moved on its own, drawn straight toward that enemy's soul.

And then—

*GHAAAAA!*

Screams of agony echoed out. Just like Raon, that enemy pulled strength from somewhere deep inside. The pain came from his soul being refined. At the same time, his eyes lost focus — his mind clearly trapped somewhere else, reliving the dark images of his past.

Darian turned and saw the clone and the silhouette standing still, unmoving. He felt like her gaze had softened a little, even though her eyes weren't visible.

He didn't have time to think about it. He just focused on that broken figure.

Unlike Raon, who stayed in that state for a long time, the Primitive Beast only took a few seconds before his focus returned to the present.

That same sense of connection was there between them.

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Darian stared right into his eyes, coldly. Then scoffed. Truth is, the moment he'd first seen this enemy, he'd sensed his black karma, but it hadn't felt all that unusual. Pretty similar to a lot of people on Earth.

Maybe he'd done a lot of horrible things, but he wasn't completely insane or totally indifferent to others. He just had a life that forced him to do anything to survive — even if that meant killing and destroying.

According to the mission, he'd figured out how to refine everything in this universe — and he planned to do it. But he probably hadn't done it yet. Maybe he really wasn't capable of going through with it. After all, the future gets written every day.

Not that it justified anything, of course. But the reality was, no one's a saint. Screwing up and being given a chance to pay for it — maybe that's the real law of the world.

And Darian... for some reason, felt like that's exactly what he was doing. Trying to give people a chance — or executing them without mercy.

"You had your fun, but it looks like it wasn't that deep," Darian said flatly. "You've felt it by now. So decide. Are you gonna stay and pay for what you've done, or do you think you're above it all, with zero regrets?"

Silence filled the place.

It lasted two seconds. Then, the Primitive Beast's violet eyes went dark.

He didn't have the strength to answer — but he didn't reject the mark either. That was his answer.

The mark fused completely with his soul.

Darian tensed and waved his hand. The creature's massive body crumbled into violet dust. Then, the black mark floated gently toward him.

As he focused on it, he could feel the connection was complete — just like the contract with Niara. He could clearly sense that the mark carried the soul of that figure. But... what could he do with that?

He focused on the mark, trying to find a way to use it.

"! "

He remembered what Niara had done to help him form a body. She'd used the energy from her own soul to push him out of her spiritual heart. Then, she'd helped shape a body for him using her very soul.

Of course, she'd only managed that because of the Academy's inscriptions. Using soul power — and with that kind of precision — was supposed to be impossible. That's why everyone needed that kind of support.

Darian just tried to imagine how he could do the same, experimenting as he went. Was soul energy similar to the energy from the ring, or the law inside him?

'If it were that easy, everyone would be doing it...!'

Still, he did feel some kind of hidden force peeling off of him and flowing through his body, heading toward the mark.

He remembered how, after Raon vanished and the black mark came back, he'd felt his soul getting stronger. Did that upgrade let him use this energy more precisely than others?

That meant, every time someone rejected the judgment, he could absorb their soul and grow stronger? His eyes lit up — a new path to getting stronger had just opened up.

The black mark started absorbing that new energy. It began to shake and devour it, like a newborn being fed.

Darian felt his consciousness starting to fade. So he stopped feeding it. But when he looked at the mark, it was like a pair of eyes stared back at him.

"Alright, this is it! Come out!"

With his command, the black mark shattered, turning into a tar-like black mass.

Darian waved his hand, pushing that mass forward.

It started growing fast in the air. No real shape, just a black mountain rising out of nothing.

It kept getting bigger...

Five meters. Ten meters. Twenty meters.

Darian was stunned by the sight.

It was a massive, strange black colossus. Once it stopped growing, Darian focused. He had to help, using the connection between them.

That shape started trembling — and shrinking.

Bit by bit, it began to take form, until it stood around two meters tall with a humanoid look.

Completely black, like a detail-less shadow. Only the eyes stood out — glowing a deep violet.

Darian felt something weird.

Then, the figure took a step forward...

And knelt before him.