The All-Time Best Talent was F-Class Purification - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99 – An Elite Talent Awakened as an F-Rank Purifier
‘If I yield, it’s over.’
I clenched my teeth hard. Blood seeped from my gums, filling my mouth with a metallic taste, but I didn’t have the luxury to spit it out. Through synchronization, Han Su-jin’s sensations were striking my brain directly. The horrific pressure of my joints threatening to dislocate, the bloating sensation as if blood vessels beneath my skin were about to rupture.
If I was suffering this much, what must Han Su-jin be enduring as the conduit channeling all this destruction?
“Nngh… uuugh…”
Screams she couldn’t suppress leaked between Han Su-jin’s lips. Her body trembled like an aspen, yet the grip of her two hands holding mine never loosened even slightly.
Instead, she forcibly pulled my sweat-slicked hand toward her, amplifying the output of the Substitution skill even further.
She was trusting me. She was placing her entire life in my hands based on that single promise—that I would erase every trace of damage without leaving a single scar.
In that moment, something extraordinary was unfolding.
It was Park Jae-jung on the operating table. As Han Su-jin’s Substitution skill increased its output, the destructive energy crouching within Park Jae-jung’s body was being rapidly drained away.
As that dark crimson, murky energy flowed toward Han Su-jin, subtle changes began occurring in Park Jae-jung’s devastated lower body.
As the weight of destruction lifted, the suppressed flesh seemed to begin breathing again.
Faint tremors rippled beneath Park Jae-jung’s skin. The bone fragments scattered in disarray were moving, ever so slightly yet unmistakably, toward their proper positions.
“Seo Eun-ha. Look at Park Jae-jung’s legs.”
At my quiet words, Seo Eun-ha turned her gaze toward the operating table.
“What… what is this…?”
Seo Eun-ha held her breath. Han Ae-ri also stared at the operating table with a rigid expression. Dr. Junk lifted his eyes from the monitor and leaned his body directly toward the table.
This was the principle of the Substitution skill. To transfer the damage another person suffered onto oneself. As the destructive energy left Park Jae-jung’s body, his flesh was gradually being liberated from that destruction.
It wasn’t forcible suturing with a healer’s mana. By eliminating the source of the wound itself, the body was made to restore itself.
The problem was that all of it was pouring into Han Su-jin.
“Hold on just a bit longer. We’re almost there.”
I whispered with a fractured voice, scraping together the depths of my Dantian, the very bottom of my mana core. The reserves of energy I’d accumulated during rest flowed through my veins like molten lava.
Ssssshhhhh—!
The light of purification grew even more intense. The destructive energy, writhing dark crimson and rising toward Han Su-jin’s thighs, came to an abrupt halt as if striking a massive wall, and from the point where it touched the light, white smoke began rising as it dissipated.
From one corner of the bunker, Dr. Junk’s mouth released a sound like air escaping.
“This is insane… it’s impossible. The damage is evaporating at the critical stress point right before the bone fractures. The laws of physics are being shattered!”
Simultaneously, changes continued unfolding on the operating table.
As the destructive energy drained from Park Jae-jung’s body, the bone fragments that had been shattered into pieces were gradually pulled back toward their proper places. Blood vessels reconnected across the torn muscle. Severed nerves reached toward one another.
It wasn’t forced healing. As the weight of destruction lifted, Park Jae-jung’s body was reclaiming its original form through its own power.
Seo Eun-ha, too, couldn’t tear her eyes from Park Jae-jung’s legs, murmuring to herself.
“It’s healing… it’s really healing…”
Han Ae-ri said nothing. She simply gripped the edge of the operating table with both hands, watching the bruises fade from Park Jae-jung’s legs. Her eyes were reddening.
But it was too early to feel relief.
The volume of destructive energy pouring into Han Su-jin was intermittently exceeding my purification speed. The waves weren’t coming at a constant rate. Each time they surged in massive quantities, momentary gaps appeared in Han Su-jin’s body.
I was losing ground.
Once, a wave of destructive energy moved faster than my purification, scratching across Han Su-jin’s left knee. A scream escaped her lips, and through our synchronization, a burning pain flashed across my left knee as well.
“Tae-hyun!”
Seo Eun-ha urgently leaned her body forward. Han Ae-ri reflexively grabbed Seo Eun-ha’s arm to stop her.
“You can’t touch them. The connection will break.”
Han Ae-ri’s low, cold voice cut through the air. Seo Eun-ha’s fists clenched as she froze in place. Dr. Junk’s fingers accelerated across the monitor.
“His heartbeat’s becoming irregular!”
‘Deeper. Go deeper. Leave not a single trace behind.’
As long as I felt what Han Su-jin felt, this connection could not be severed. With each fragment of mana consumed, I concentrated deeper still. If the destructive energy was a crashing wave, I had to evaporate it before it reached the shore.
The cyan bruise spreading across Han Su-jin’s left knee began to fade as the purifying light intensified. I incinerated everything the moment it transferred. Before cracks could form in Han Su-jin’s bones, I erased the very concept of destruction from existence.
On the operating table, Park Jae-jung’s breathing deepened. With each pulse of destructive energy that fled, his condition stabilized further. The collapsed muscles found their place and hardened, while the torn skin knitted together smoothly from within.
“Han Su-jin! Don’t you dare let go of my hand!”
“I… I won’t let go…!”
Even as tears streamed down her face, Han Su-jin gripped my hand tighter. The trembling strength in that grip, the unwavering determination not to release me—it transmitted through her entire body.
And finally.
Whoosh!
The moment the last destructive energy erupted from Park Jae-jung’s body, the light that had filled the bunker blazed one final time before vanishing as if it had never been.
It was the signal that the destructive energy had been completely annihilated.
“Ah…”
The moment our synchronization severed, Han Su-jin collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. I quickly reached out and caught her small shoulders in my arms.
“Are you alright? Does anything hurt?”
At my urgent question, Han Su-jin opened her eyes slowly, breathing heavily. Her hair, drenched in sweat, clung to her pale forehead, but her eyes shone with clear relief.
Han Su-jin carefully examined both her legs. No fractures, no bruises, not even a single scratch. Everything was perfectly intact.
“It doesn’t hurt… Guild Master, it really doesn’t hurt at all.”
Han Su-jin’s lips trembled, and then she broke down like a child, tears pouring freely. They were tears of relief. I gently patted her back.
“I promised you, didn’t I? That you wouldn’t feel any pain. You endured well.”
I helped Han Su-jin to her feet and away from the cold floor, then laid her down on an old sofa nearby. Released from the extreme tension, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
“Ha, haha… you crazy bastards.”
In the silence that settled over the bunker, Dr. Junk pulled a cigarette from his blood-stained coat pocket and let out a hollow laugh. His hands trembled like aspen leaves as he tried to light it.
“The body regenerates on its own as the destructive energy leaves? That’s what Atonement does? But how the hell did the healer survive absorbing all of that with her entire body?”
“Because I incinerated it beside her so she wouldn’t die.”
“That’s easier said than done. You maintained the circuit while incinerating an endless stream of destructive energy in real time? What exactly are you?”
I didn’t answer his question. It was the result of wringing out my own limits, and my head was throbbing with unbearable pain. I dragged my unsteady legs toward the operating table. Seo Eun-ha and Han Ae-ri followed me as if entranced.
On the operating table lay the massive man who had stood at death’s threshold, breathing in steady, regular rhythm. When I carefully removed the blood-soaked cloth covering Park Jae-jung’s lower body, a sight too miraculous to believe was revealed.
There was no trace of destruction anywhere. The muscle density was far greater than before, and a heavy wave of mana flowed beneath his skin.
“Oppa… you’re really completely fine?”
Han Ae-ri reached out with trembling hands and poked Park Jae-jung’s thigh lightly. It was solid. The weight was like touching a rocky mountain. Han Ae-ri’s eyes reddened. Without a word, she gripped Park Jae-jung’s hand tightly.
Seo Eun-ha sniffled and gazed at Park Jae-jung’s shoulder.
“All the bones are healed? Really?”
“Yes. The bones and muscles are perfectly restored. As Atonement eliminated the very source of destruction, your body healed itself.”
With those words, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the cold concrete floor.
Seo Eun-ha released the breath she’d been holding and sank down beside me. She covered her face with both hands, swallowing silent sobs. Her shoulders trembled finely.
I didn’t need to ask how much he had suffered to protect us for those twelve hours—I already knew.
For the first time, relief and hope seeped into the underground pump room that had been filled only with despair.
“Mmm…”
At that moment, Park Jae-jung’s eyes opened slowly on the operating table, accompanied by a heavy groan.
His vacant gaze fixed on the bunker’s ceiling before drifting across the faces surrounding him. His eyes wandered through empty space, then descended to his lower body.
Without a word, he reached down and pressed his knee. The firmness didn’t yield even under pressure—the very same knee that had been shattered into fragments just twelve hours ago.
“Brother, be careful! You can’t push yourself yet!”
Han Ae-ri urged him frantically, but Park Jae-jung didn’t stop. He raised his upper body from the operating table, then slowly lowered both legs. The table creaked as his bare feet touched the cold concrete floor.
He pushed himself upright. A flawless stance, unwavering and perfect.
No one spoke. We simply watched.
Park Jae-jung stomped once against the floor with a heavy thud, and a subtle tremor rippled through the entire bunker. He clenched and unclenched his fists, slowly savoring the sensation of power coursing through his veins.
Then his gaze swept across the room. He confirmed Han Su-jin sleeping on the sofa, saw Seo Eun-ha with her head raised and tears still wet on her cheeks, and observed Han Ae-ri still gripping his hand.
Finally, our eyes met as I sat collapsed on the floor.
Something burning intensely blazed within Park Jae-jung’s pupils.
“You’ve brought me back to life, Guild Master.”
“You brought yourself back to life. Not me.”
I answered with a faint smile. Park Jae-jung bowed deeply toward me, then slowly straightened.
Moonglade’s colossal shield—now far more formidable than before—had achieved perfect resurrection from the very depths of hell.
But we had no time to luxuriate in the aftermath of victory.
Whirrrrr—! Beep! Beep!
Suddenly, a sharp alarm blared from the terminal sitting on Dr. Junk’s workbench. The bunker’s atmosphere froze instantly.
“What’s happening, Doctor?”
I stood up and asked. Dr. Junk irritably stubbed out his cigarette on the floor and stared at the monitor. His face had gone pale again.
“Damn it. They won’t give me a moment’s rest. Those bastards who were backtracking my hacking signal have finally pinpointed this pump room’s location.”
Dr. Junk tapped at the keyboard, pulling up external camera footage on the main monitor.
On the screen, dozens of black armored vehicles swarmed toward the ground entrance of this closed zone. Those emerging from the vehicles weren’t just remnants of Blue Tower’s Cleaners. Soldiers clad in silver-gray reinforced suits, armed with heavy weapons.
The Steel Alliance’s regular security forces.
“It seems Kang Chang-gyung’s money reaches even there.”
Seo Eun-ha gritted her teeth and stood up. Crimson flames ignited sharply at her fingertips once more.
“What should we do, Guild Master? Run again?”
I shook my head quietly. Twelve hours ago, running would have been the right choice. But the situation is different now. My mana is fully restored, Han Ae-ri has awakened, and above all.
“We have no reason to run.”
I looked at the massive man standing beside the operating table.
Park Jae-jung nodded silently and picked up the Gigas Shield that had been leaning in the corner. The shield resonated with Park Jae-jung’s newfound power, radiating a magnificent blue light.
“Since they’re digging their own graves and descending toward us, shouldn’t we greet them properly?”
I gripped the handle of Shadow’s Fang, which hung from my thigh.
It was time to hunt.

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