The All-Time Best Talent was F-Class Purification - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60 – An Elite Talent Awakened as an F-Rank Purifier
Finally, I spotted our target. A four-story building that had once been a sprawling shopping complex—a hybrid of department store and supermarket. Now it was a fortress: iron plates bolted over every window, and a massive barricade constructed from sandbags and razor wire blocking the entrance.
“There it is.”
Hidden in the shadow of an abandoned building across the way, we gazed up at the shopping mall. On the 2nd Floor Terrace railing, rough-looking men smoked cigarettes and laughed crudely. Beside them sat the water containers and supply boxes we’d left at our base.
“That’s… ours.”
Han Su-jin swallowed hard, her frustration evident.
“Security is tight. Six men at the Ground Level entrance, two snipers on the 2nd Floor Terrace.”
Lee Ji-young briefed us on their forces with clinical precision.
“What do we do? Should we circle around through the cargo elevator in back?”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“I’m not sneaking in. Did we commit a crime?”
I glanced at Seo Eun-ha standing beside me. She’d already read my intent in my eyes. Her lips curved into a fierce grin. In her palm, a baseball-sized fireball churned with savage intensity.
“Eun-ha.”
“Yeah, talk.”
“You said on the Ground Level you felt suffocated because of the gas, couldn’t use your flames freely?”
“Yeah. I thought I’d die from the frustration.”
“This is the Lower District. We’ve sealed the Fissure and the air is clean now.”
Her pupils blazed like a predator’s at my words.
“So?”
I gestured with my chin toward their fortress, that sealed Main Gate.
“That shopping mall entrance. The barricade. Blow it apart spectacularly. A polite knock—the loudest one possible.”
“Ha! Should’ve done this from the start.”
Seo Eun-ha surged forward. With each step, the air around her ignited with heat. This was the moment her S-rank power—suppressed on the Ground Level—broke free.
Whoooosh—!
Colossal flames erupted behind her like wings, devouring the darkness. The sentries on the terrace saw that light and shrieked in terror.
“What, what is that?! Fire?!”
“Enemy! Enemy contact—!”
Too late.
“Moonglade’s here, you bastards.”
Seo Eun-ha extended her right arm like a cannon.
[Flame Cannon]
Kaboom—!
A deafening explosion tore through the Lower District. The Main Gate barricade that Iron Fist had boasted about—the razor wire, the sandbags, the iron door behind them—crumpled like paper and detonated.
Crimson flames consumed the entire First Floor Lobby, and screams erupted from within.
It had begun.
The blast wave passed, leaving only the acrid stench of gunpowder and smoke. The shopping mall’s First Floor Lobby was chaos incarnate. Shattered barricade fragments littered the floor, and flame-scorched sentries crawled across it.
“Aaaaagh! Fire! Put out the fire!”
“M-my legs… my legs…!”
Screams echoed through the Lobby, but none of us flinched. Compared to the cries of mutated monsters we’d heard on the Ground Level, this barely qualified as noise pollution.
Thud. Thud.
We pushed through the smoke and entered the Lobby.
Park Jae-jung led the way. His massive Gigas Shield had turned black with soot, but the eyes behind it gleamed colder than ever.
“What, what are those things!”
Iron Fist members hiding behind an intact pillar inside the Lobby burst out. About a dozen of them. They wielded baseball bats, modified steel pipes, and machetes—crude weapons in their hands.
“Kill them. Kill everyone who comes in.”
One of the members shouted, and they all roared and charged at us. It was the typical pattern of cowardly thugs—terrified but relying on numbers to overwhelm.
“Park Jae-jung.”
I called out in a low voice.
“Yes.”
“Push them back.”
Before my words even finished, Park Jae-jung kicked off the ground and charged forward.
Boom!
A massive-framed tank surged ahead with his shield raised. He was like a runaway locomotive.
“Get out of the way, you bastards!”
Park Jae-jung’s roar accompanied his Tower Shield as it slammed directly into the two members at the front.
Crack! Crash!
“Ugh!”
With the sound of breaking bones, the men flew through the air like bowling pins. A normal tank would have focused on defense, but Park Jae-jung was different. The rage of an older brother who’d lost the younger sibling he’d sworn to protect was channeled through his shield. He didn’t stop—he plunged into the heart of their formation and shattered it.
“You pig bastard!”
One of the members who’d darted from the side swung a machete at Park Jae-jung’s exposed flank.
Whoosh—
In that instant, Han Su-jin’s fingers moved from the rear. Blue threads of mana streamed from her mana battery ring, wrapping around Park Jae-jung’s body.
[Mana Barrier]
Clang! The machete bounced off an invisible barrier. Han Su-jin wasn’t trembling in fear. She clenched her jaw, glaring at them while maintaining her mana supply. As if to make them pay for touching my patients, her support was flawless and relentless.
“Get that woman first! The healer in back!”
They changed targets and rushed toward Han Su-jin and me. But they overlooked something crucial—the woman with the worst temper in our party hadn’t even lifted a finger yet.
“Ugh, it’s so hot.”
Beside me, Seo Eun-ha brushed her hair back irritably. Her crimson eyes swept over the charging enemies like they were insects.
“Don’t touch me. You’ll make me sweat.”
She opened her palm lightly.
Whoosh!
A ring of crimson flames rippled outward from beneath her feet like a shockwave.
[Flame Ring]
“Ahhhhh!”
The charging members were swept back by the wave of fire. Seo Eun-ha didn’t burn them—precisely, she burned only their clothes and weapons. As the steel pipes in their hands heated to a glowing red, they screamed and dropped them.
“It’s hot. My hands. My hands.”
“Shut up. Who told you to wield weapons?”
Seo Eun-ha walked leisurely, firing small sparks at the fleeing enemies’ backsides. The precise mana control of an S-rank Hunter. It was less a battle than a one-sided disciplining. She was venting the stress she’d suppressed on the Ground Level through their screams.
As the situation settled, Ji-young tapped my shoulder.
“Boss. Above the 2nd Floor Escalator.”
She pushed her glasses up and pinpointed the exact coordinates.
“Two snipers. And a mage casting. They’re targeting us.”
“You can see them?”
“Yes. I can see the flow of mana. They’ll fire in about three seconds.”
Her Eye of Truth pierced through every variable on the battlefield. Thanks to her ability to detect enemies even in blind spots, we would never fall victim to an ambush.
“Eun-ha. Second floor.”
“Got it. Those little rats hiding up there.”
Seo Eun-ha pointed her finger guns at the ceiling.
[Flame Bullet – Rapid Fire]
Rat-a-tat-tat—
Explosions erupted in succession, not gunshots. The snipers hiding behind the second-floor railing screamed as their rifles shattered and fell below. The mage who had been casting was blown backward as his spell backfired with a thunderous boom.
The lobby situation was resolved in less than three minutes. A dozen or so gang members writhed on the floor groaning, and only our five stood.
I approached the one among the fallen who appeared to have the highest rank. A large man wearing a badge that read “Action Commander” on his chest.
I grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to his feet.
“Gack… hack….”
I concentrated white mana into my hands. The light of purification. Most people only think of it as a sacred healing force. But twist the concept slightly, and it becomes the most horrifying torture technique in the world.
The human nervous system instinctively forms defensive barriers to endure pain. Thanks to this, we can withstand minor stimuli without screaming. But my purification treats even those pain-defense mechanisms as impurities and washes them away completely.
It’s like forcibly stripping away the sheath of nerve cells, leaving them raw like newborn skin. In this state, even a breeze feels like flesh being torn away—an excruciating, searing agony.
Zzzzzzz—
“U, our guild… you won’t escape unscathed… KYAAAHHH!”
The moment I injected a fingernail’s worth of mana, his entire body convulsed as if electrocuted, foam frothing from his mouth. His bones weren’t broken, his flesh wasn’t torn. His nerves had simply become so clean that even the sensation of my hand touching him had transformed into the pain of being stabbed by a blade.
“I’ll ask again. Where are they?”
My voice was devoid of emotion. His screams were nothing but information to me. My teammates watched my back. No one tried to stop me.
“U, underground! Underground Freezer Storage.”
He wailed, his face smeared with snot and tears.
“Th, they’re locked there… said they’d sell them to merchants tonight… please, spare me.”
“Freezer Storage….”
I threw him to the ground like garbage. For the Lower District poor, cold is poison. Locking people in a place with no heating?
“Let’s go. Underground.”
I looked toward the staircase.
“Park Jae-jung, take the lead. If anyone tries to stop us, crush them.”
“Understood. I’ll reduce them to dust.”
Park Jae-jung stepped forward, crushing a dented can beneath his foot. Behind him, Han Su-jin cast another mana buff, while Ji-young began scanning the underground structure. Seo Eun-ha hummed a tune as she rotated her wrists.
We stepped onto the escalator descending underground. All five of Moonglade. Not a single one of us was anything less than furious from head to toe. Whoever was down there would spend the rest of their lives regretting this night.
We faced the thick iron door of Basement Level 2, the Freezer Storage. Instead of cold air, an ominous purple haze seeped through the cracks.
“Park Jae-jung. Smash it.”
“Hah!”
Crash—
Park Jae-jung brought his mace down on the lock mechanism. The iron door groaned and buckled inward. We rushed inside.
“…What is all this?”
Seo Eun-ha’s mouth fell open. The freezer storage wasn’t filled with meat—it was stacked with boxes containing purple-glowing stone fragments. Mutated mana stones, the kind that only spawned in contaminated zones.
But what caught my eye first wasn’t the stones. It was the people collapsed on the cold floor, scattered among those piles of rock.
“Seung-ryong!”
“Min-ji. Ae-ri.”
Park Jae-jung and Han Su-jin called out loudly and rushed forward. Lee Seung-ryong, Ju Mi-sung, Lee Chung-hyung, Choi Min-ji, and Han Ae-ri. All five lay unconscious on the ground.
Their condition was dire. It wasn’t frostbite. Their hands and arms were blackened and necrotic, as if burned.
“They’ve been poisoned by contaminated mana stones.”
Lee Ji-young trembled as she examined Lee Seung-ryong’s arm.
I picked up a fallen mana stone with my purification tweezers. Ssshhh. The moment the tips touched it, black smoke billowed up.
“Extremely toxic.”
I clenched my teeth. This mutated mana stone possessed high energy, but it harbored a deadly poison that caused necrosis the instant it made contact with skin. Ordinary D-rank or E-rank Hunters couldn’t even touch it.
“So… that’s why they kidnapped them.”
These bastards needed to move these expensive mana stones. But if they used their own subordinates, they’d all die. So they captured the Lee Seung-ryong Party—who had the tolerance to survive three days in toxic gas—and used them as disposable porters. They made them carry these poison chunks with bare hands, no gloves.
“Ugh…”
Lee Seung-ryong, collapsed in the corner, groaned. Park Jae-jung pulled him into his arms.
“Seung-ryong! Snap out of it. It’s me, Jae-jung.”
“…Hyung…? Run… away…”
Lee Seung-ryong’s eyes were unfocused. Both his hands were mangled beyond recognition.
“Su-jin. Is there any way?”
“Move aside. Let me see.”
Han Su-jin pushed past Park Jae-jung and approached. Her usual gentle, timid gaze was gone. Standing before her patient, she possessed the eyes of an S-rank Healer who commanded life itself.
She clasped her hands together and placed them over Lee Seung-ryong’s chest.
[Skill: Breath of Sanctuary]
Paaaaaah!
A brilliant golden light so radiant it nearly blinded filled the freezer storage. Its density was worlds apart from the healing magic wielded by mere D-rank or C-rank Healers. The moment that light touched Lee Seung-ryong’s necrotic skin, new flesh sprouted forth, and severed blood vessels and nerves reconnected in real time—a miracle unfolding before our eyes.
“Gasp!”
Lee Seung-ryong drew a sharp breath and regained consciousness.
But.
“…It’s not working. Why won’t it disappear?”
Han Su-jin bit her lip. The skin had regenerated, but the dark purple toxin that had infiltrated the blood vessels remained. Instead, it clashed with the golden healing power and raged more viciously. The regenerated flesh was beginning to blacken and rot again.
“This is… almost like a curse. I can’t purge this poison!”
Her S-rank healing was supreme at regeneration, but breaking down such alien mutated toxins was a different domain entirely. And she couldn’t transfer the wounds to herself as substitution for all five victims.
“That’s enough, Su-jin.”
I stepped forward. The lifeline Han Su-jin was forcibly maintaining—piercing through that gap to remove the contamination was my role.
“Keep infusing life force, Su-jin. I’ll handle the poison.”
I grasped Lee Seung-ryong’s arm.
[Skill: Purification]
Ssshhhhk!
As my white mana infiltrated the wound, it refused to mingle with Han Su-jin’s golden mana, instead pinpointing and incinerating only the toxin like a surgical instrument. She preserved life; I cleansed it away. A perfect division of labor.
“Hurry with the others!”

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