Damned Healer-Chapter 707: Young Master

On an ordinary planet, in the ascending region of a universe, the first rays of sunlight lit up a small clan of cultivators, who lived surrounded by a dense forest.

At the center of this clan stood a gigantic building, with two dozen floors and countless rooms, most of them bedrooms where the main members of the clan lived.

At that moment, along the corridors, a cart nearly two meters long moved slowly. On top of it were countless plates filled with food, their hot steam and smell spreading through the entire place.

Behind the cart, a little girl who didn't even look ten years old pushed it by herself, struggling.

The young girl had a serene beauty, with delicate oriental features framed by black hair carefully tied into three high buns that resembled mystical horns. She wore a violet maid robe with golden details, giving her an air of nobility.

Sweat ran down her forehead from the physical effort. It took several minutes for her to reach a specific door in that building.

She took a deep breath, and her expression shifted to apprehension and fear.

After carefully adjusting her clothes, she knocked softly on the door.

"Lord Denil, the food is ready."

Her voice carried a polite and calm tone. Despite her age, there wasn't a trace of childishness in it. She made a great effort to fulfill her role as the personal maid of this Young Master named Denil. That was because… she had no choice.

Either she worked and lived at least a little like this, or she would be forced to remain locked in a room, with nothing but her books for company, until she reached adulthood. After that… her fate would be worse than death.

She couldn't escape it. So at least she could feel a little alive through this work.

"Come in."

A rough voice sounded from inside.

The little maid swallowed hard and clenched her fists, gathering courage. With a faint snort, she slowly opened the door, then carefully pulled the cart inside.

Sitting on the bed in the luxurious room…

Was a round and imposing figure. He was massive, even though he was only seventeen years old.

His eyes shone with a strange light. His expression was somewhat twisted, sending chills down the young maid's spine.

She wasted no time and moved the table in front of him, quickly placing the dishes before him as politely as possible.

Without another word exchanged, the figure began eating voraciously. It looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks; he was like a monster biting and swallowing rapidly. In less than a minute, a huge plate of meat was gone.

The little maid kept placing dishes in front of him, one by one.

But in mere minutes, the plates ran out.

Her breath caught in her throat. Without looking into his eyes, she began to remove the last plate…

"Wait!" His voice rang out, full of anger. "Why is there only this much?! I'm sure there was more food yesterday! Are you stealing from me behind my back?!"

The young maid trembled.

Her eyes grew moist, but under the gaze of that colossal and malicious figure, she stammered, "N-no… p-please, Lord Denil… the Patriarch asked me to bring only the food the maids prepared…"

"YOU'RE LYING!"

He roared, completely overtaken by frenzy.

At the same time, from inside his body, a wave of Qi burst outward violently, completely out of his control.

*BANG!*

The young maid was sent flying several meters and rolled harshly across the floor.

The figure's eyes were narrowed, emitting a violent light. When he saw what he had just done, his expression didn't change. In fact, the only reason he didn't move physically was that he knew that if he did, the clan's Patriarch would punish him in the worst possible way.

Unfortunately, that little girl was someone special to the clan, and for that very reason, she had been assigned to serve him. He, who had already killed more than one maid before, didn't dare to seriously injure her.

The little maid didn't cry or make a sound.

Still trembling, she slowly pushed herself up. A thin line of blood ran down from her brow. She glanced at her shoulder and saw her clothes in that area turning scarlet.

It was a previous wound that had reopened. Two days ago, this Young Master's reaction had been a little harsher, and she had crashed into a wall, injuring herself. Yes, this situation had happened far more than twice… but she couldn't complain.

In fact, she took a deep breath, somewhat relieved, because what this young master had done to the other maids was far, far worse than death itself. A little pain and a few wounds were nothing to her anymore. Her life and fate were much more painful than something so small.

"GO BACK AND BRING MORE! THAT'S AN ORDER!" His voice rang out, loud and full of power.

She trembled and lowered her head, still on her knees. "Lord Denil… I can't… please forgive me…"

Suddenly, she remembered something and perked up.

"The Patriarch left you a message!"

That Young Master's eyes changed completely. The little maid felt the entire room's atmosphere become suffocating. When she subtly raised her gaze… she saw a smile…

Her heart pounded wildly, and a primitive fear made her choke. That smile was like that of an extremely happy demon, imagining what he would do with his new toys.

"SPEAK!!!" he roared.

The little girl flinched and spoke quickly, "You are authorized to go to the commercial city. You can collect your allowance from the Elder. But… he asked me to make it clear that what happened before cannot happen again. You must keep the honor of the entire clan in mind…"

"Shut up!" he cut her off coldly, rising from the bed and making the floor tremble.

Without waiting or saying anything else, he moved to the door and left. He was clearly euphoric about going to the city and wouldn't wait even a single second.

...

Several hours later, in the middle of the afternoon.

The little maid was in the kitchen, helping the others carefully prepare dinner for that Young Master.

At that moment, another maid rushed in.

Her gaze swept across the kitchen until she found the little girl. When she saw her, she let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Ruri… thank goodness…"

The little girl looked confused for a moment. Soon after, she remembered that her Young Master had gone to the city, and she hadn't received any news of his return until now.

"Has Lord Denil returned?" asked the little girl named Ruri softly.

The maid snorted and nodded. But her face twisted in extreme disgust.

"He… it seems he came back to his room a few hours ago, secretly. But… he didn't come back alone."

When the maid said that, all the women in the kitchen tensed for a second. Soon, their faces turned dark and filled with hatred.

Ruri lowered her head, feeling a cold sweat run down her spine.

"But the Patriarch found out everything and caught him in the act. He was very, very furious and now he's…"

**BANG!!**

Suddenly, a tremor was felt throughout the building. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Everyone was startled, but no one dared to move, because they felt it had come from one of the highest rooms. In other words… it could only be related to someone important.

As for the maids in the kitchen, their faces were filled with subtle joy. They were certain that bastard Young Master was now with a rope around his neck.

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Going back a few seconds.

Inside the luxurious room that looked like a hall, cups were scattered and arranged along the walls. The atmosphere looked like a scene created by a 21st-century serial killer from Earth.

At the center of it all was a kneeling, corpulent young man. In front of him stood a middle-aged man with an expression of extreme disgust and rage.

Darian had been watching everything for a long time. Because that Young Master… was himself.

He saw everything, from his birth, his complete distortion, and unfortunately… the terrible and utterly unforgivable things he himself had done during that life.

But this time, Darian felt that something was about to change. He felt that this movie, which he had been watching, unable to alter anything, was reaching its final moments.

That middle-aged man was the clan's Patriarch, and he spat his words in extreme fury. It was no wonder; Denil had done similar things many times. Most of the time, he did them within the clan, but now he had dared to capture people from outside.

Then…

Darian's eyes widened at a sudden change.

The Patriarch noticed nothing.

But suddenly, a sharp and terrible pain was felt directly in that Young Master's soul. It lasted a single second, and he didn't even have time to change his expression.

Then…

For a single microsecond, Darian saw through Denil's eyes.

There were two terrifying figures, both connected by a thread. One wore black robes and exuded a darkness capable of corrupting the world. The other radiated a sacred white light.

The two appeared inside the body and mental sea in a very strange way, as if… they were fighting.

As soon as they appeared, and without any hesitation, one of them gestured toward Denil's soul. Then… everything went completely dark.

***

When Darian's consciousness awakened again, he found himself in another movie. But this time…

He was in the arms of a woman with a smile full of love. Beside her was a man with an excited expression. Both were very young and radiated expectation and happiness.

The woman murmured softly, "How about the name Darian?"

"Hmm… isn't that too similar to my name? My son with that name will sound a bit cliché," the man replied lightly.

The woman smiled. "I like that. That way, he'll always want to look up to his father. I want him to learn everything from you."

The man sighed softly, but nodded. And so, the name of their first child was decided.

But… that initial wish of theirs would never be fulfilled…

***

Back to the present.

Inside that underground cave, mere seconds had passed.

At that moment, Darian opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was that small and beautiful woman in front of him, staring at him with an expression of extreme concern.

His memories were somewhat messy. But after taking a deep breath, he remembered who he was and also…

"Ruri…" he murmured with wide eyes.

"Call me mother, brat." She replied quickly with dry words. But her expression and aura were the opposite.

She could no longer feel any anger toward him, because she sensed that he had completely changed. After that incarnation as Denil, he lived many others and paid for his karma. She had lived long enough to know: there wasn't a single saint in the world; everyone, at some point, had done terrible things.

Darian froze for a second. That little girl who had been his personal maid, the same one he had mistreated so many times…

"That life of yours ended a long time ago; don't cling to it."

Suddenly, the calm and deep voice sounded beside him.

Darian turned…

His heart started beating even faster.

That figure, even though a thousand times more imposing and terrifying now… was exactly the same.

In that second, the memories of the original Darian merged perfectly with him.

He remembered that book that told the entire story of that figure.

Everything fell into place in an instant.

The connection Darian had with those two was this: Darian was Denil, the bastard Young Master who deserved to die in the worst possible way.

Nothing justified his actions in the past, but all of it had a trigger. Inside that body, there was an extremely dense and terrifying primordial Bloodline, coming from a Celestial Behemoth.

At the age of ten, it awakened, and the young Denil couldn't endure or control that Bloodline. When you show fear and weakness, it becomes even more savage and oppressive. As a result, Denil lived being tormented by that power. It helped turn him into a monster in that life. (Chapter 281)

Years later, at the beginning of the journey of the current Heaven's Will, he arrived in that universe and planet. He needed a new body. So, after a clash between the two divided souls, they ended up taking Denil's body and killing him.

That was the end of Denil's life.

And also…

Darian turned to look at Meru.

Technically, they didn't have such great karma between them. But Darian was Denil; he was born with that body, and that was connected to him. Since she had been generated as the biological daughter of that body, it ended up creating an indirect connection with Darian.

It was a strange and complicated relationship. But in the end, that couple were his parents. Darian had nothing to truly do with it, aside from that body having once been his.

"How do you feel?" Meru asked softly.

"M…" Darian almost said Master, but stopped when he saw her gaze shift to anger.

The past, when they were disciple and master, was already gone. Darian remembered perfectly how his older sister, mother, and father had raised and cared for him with the utmost attention.

Now, inside him, there was only familial love for those three. They were his family now, but…

Darian's eyes changed.

That wasn't his only family.

"I died… fuck…"