Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 73: I’m Not The Same

*Thump! Thrump!*

Niara felt a rhythmic pounding coming from deep inside her soul. Everything she had forced herself to believe in had crumbled in an instant. Her frustration and hopelessness were immediately replaced by euphoria; her heart started beating like a drum.

The Risen gripping her neck was suddenly overwhelmed by a gut feeling of danger. The thick miasma flooding the area began to tremble — like it could feel the presence of something terrifying that rejected its very existence.

He looked around, tense, then locked eyes on the bloodied figure in front of him.

"!"

All of a sudden, millions of black threads were connected to her body. They came from every direction, slithering through the air before stabbing into her skin, like they were being absorbed by her.

The Risen realized what those threads were, and his eyes went wide — it was the power and life force of all Risen. What terrified him the most was that he'd seen something like it not long ago... when a Risen Lord absorbed the power of thousands of fallen Risen in battle.

That's why his mind froze, trapped in the confusion of wondering why someone so powerful would be here.

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Before he could react, something shifted in the torn fabric of Niara's bloodied dress. He felt it and looked again. Right between her breasts, a small bulge appeared, moving the cloth.

Everything happened in seconds. In an instant, a white torrent exploded with so much force it blinded everyone around.

The miasma was shredded, swept away like fog by the light.

It was like a white sun had been born in the middle of that place. The regular Risen dropped to their knees, completely drained — all the miasma on the planet was instantly purified.

Niara felt the grip on her neck vanish. And as the light around her slowly dimmed, a warmth spread through her body, healing her completely.

Her eyes trembled, confused. Her blue hair fluttered in the breeze, and a fresh wind brushed across her face. She saw green leaves dancing in the air, and the ground beneath her feet began to sprout pure greenery right before her eyes.

That light didn't just purify the miasma — it made life itself start growing again at insane speed. Until she felt it...

Something moved between her breasts, making her forget to breathe. Afraid it was just her imagination, she didn't want to look. Lips slightly parted, she moved her trembling fingers to the tear in the dress...

And then, she felt a soft touch on her fingertip. Instinctively, her eyes slowly drifted downward.

That small, colorful, fluffy creature was looking straight into her eyes, its little mouth slightly open, as if it was a bit surprised too.

'Why did I end up back in this exact place?' The creature's voice echoed, puzzled about the reason for him to appear right in the middle of her breasts again. Was there a reason for him to appear exactly there? It felt more like a joke made by the heavens instead.

Niara felt the contract between them fully formed again — or maybe, it felt even more solid than before. And she also... felt all his embarrassment, along with the deep satisfaction of being back there — something he was clearly trying to hide.

She swallowed hard, as if trying to hold back a massive wave of emotion inside her.

'Oh? You're pretty hyped, huh, I can tell. I remember telling you to trust me... did you think I wasn't coming back?' Darian muttered, feeling super weird about all this.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, then replied, 'Looks like we both are. You really are comfy in there, huh? I guess I'll need to find better clothes for the both of us.'

Darian froze.

His eyes twitched, and he couldn't come up with anything to say. For a brief moment, the two locked eyes — or, at least, whatever counted as that in this weird situation — and then a soft, unexpectedly beautiful smile appeared on Niara's lips.

Darian was still pretty young and had lived most of his life isolated, with almost no contact with people — much less women.

And suddenly, here he was, in the middle of this whole situation, way too close to this gorgeous Dragoness. He tried to act like it didn't bother him. She, on the other hand, always stayed cool, like he was just a cute little creature — not a man.

But right then, Darian got a better glimpse of who Niara really was. Behind that cold exterior, she totally enjoyed his awkwardness. And she did it on purpose.

It all happened in just a few seconds. The light finally faded away, bringing the scenery back into a shadowy gloom.

Darian let out a breath. 'Guess we're pretty far from the academy, huh?'

'Yeah. I'm at the southern border of the galaxy. Some... things happened. Now, the ones protecting this sector are the natives, not the Summoners anymore. That's why I was fighting, holding the place down.' Niara's answer came quick, full of exhaustion.

In front of them, the giant Risen reappeared, his eyes burning with silent rage. The black energy around his body pulsed and flared up at full strength.

Niara clenched her fists, ready for a tough fight. She wasn't alone anymore — and now, she had her full confidence back.

Darian stopped her with a calm tone: 'I healed your body, but your Bloodline is worn out, and your life force's unstable. Just watch.'

She frowned, confused. But then, something changed.

Two presences emerged from within Darian, moving out of him, completely hidden from sight or sense. Niara could feel them thanks to her connection with him.

The Risen didn't even notice the danger, which surprised her.

'I've learned a bit more about my power. I'm not the same as before.' Darian murmured, closing his eyes — settling in naturally, like he was right at home in that soft and cozy place.

*Rhaaagh!*

The Risen roared, his body exploding with full power.

Darian could feel his karma and strength flaring up. The creature was way stronger than any regular Risen — strong enough to crush Niara or any Mannaz in this universe easily. But still, he was far weaker than that Primitive Beast they'd faced on that mission.

If this had happened back then, could the two of them have won? Probably not.

Even if he gave all his power to Niara again, like before, their chances of victory would still be tiny. But now... none of that was needed.

Darian took a deep breath. A faint glow spread around the Risen.

Niara's eyes widened as she felt it — then saw it. Colorful dots began to appear in the air — tiny, almost invisible, like light particles floating in the dark.

The laws of this planet... is he manipulating them?

The Risen noticed too late. With a roar, he lunged forward with a massive punch — like a black lightning bolt ripping through space.

Darian opened his eyes, firm: "Now!"

The points of light moved all at once. Like a coordinated rainstorm, they struck the Risen from every angle.

He sensed the danger and stopped. Tried to defend himself, compressing all his black energy into his skin to block the hits.

But there were no explosions.

It sounded like needles piercing into a wall of steel.

Then, behind the Risen, a white, sacred light appeared like the first ray of dawn.

Niara saw the light taking shape, floating a few meters behind the enemy's back. It was a glowing female silhouette. The first thing to fully appear was a pair of golden wings, spreading wide.

Her golden, flowing hair gave her a heavenly look — beautiful, calm, merciless. But... her grayish-blue eyes were fierce.

She flapped her wings once.

**CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!**

Golden feathers shot out like bullets, slicing through the air with deadly precision. They pierced the Risen's body with supernatural ease — like blades forged from light.

He screamed, mouth wide open in pain, but didn't even have time to react.

A mass of darkness took shape in front of him. It was like his own shadow had risen up to fight.

The shadowy figure rose, gaining form and presence — nearly as tall as the Risen himself. From within the darkness, two violet eyes lit up with intensity.

The dark creature raised one claw.

**Slash!**

A single strike.

Simple. Clean. Lethal.

The Risen's body was cut in half. No resistance. No chance to escape. He collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut — along with all the energy that had been keeping him alive.