The Owner of the Healing Therapy Shop Is Ranked 0th in the World - Chapter 33

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The Owner of the Healing Therapy Shop is World Rank 0

 

Chapter 33

 

^[‘Memory’s Edge’ skill is activated]^

 

“Mom!”

 

A voice that was unfamiliar yet familiar burst from my mouth.

 

As soon as I heard my childhood voice, I immediately realized it. The skill had activated properly.

 

This was the Namsan Gate where I first fell, and where I lost my parents.

 

It was that gate where I gained the trauma that tormented me until this age.

 

‘Huff, huff.’

 

Even though I had the same dream countless times from age 8 until now, I couldn’t get used to this scene and sensation at all, making me breathless.

 

The heat felt when blazing flames brushed against my skin, the acrid smoke, the blurred vision.

 

All the sensations were vivid as if I was actually experiencing them. Damn it all.

 

The fortunate thing was that unlike when I had nightmares, I was aware that I had entered the nightmare.

 

Thanks to that, I could avoid breaking down.

 

Once I could maintain my composure, I thought I might be able to see things I couldn’t see in the dream.

 

I slowly tried to move my legs. I couldn’t pick up speed due to the crazy trembling, but I could move forward by my own will.

 

“Mom! Dad!”

 

I shouted once more loudly.

 

In the park that had become a scene of chaos with countless victims and hunters tangled together, I was walking alone.

 

I know what happens next.

 

A monster that suddenly appeared blocked my path, and I squeezed my eyes shut and curled up my body.

 

“Kraaak!”

 

Then the monster screams and collapses with a thud. Because some hunter saved me.

 

I was so terrified that I couldn’t see this hunter’s face.

 

I thought that if my memory ever returned, I would definitely repay this person’s kindness.

 

I struggled to lift my head and looked up at the hunter’s face.

 

It was a middle-aged man with a thick beard. Blood was flowing from a vertical scar on his left eye, so the man was squeezing one eye shut.

 

I opened my eyes wide. It was surprising that I could see this hunter’s face by my own will, but what was even more surprising was that this hunter who saved me was someone I knew well.

 

“Bichna! Yebichnna!”

 

Ah, my parents are calling me.

 

I reflexively turned my head.

 

Having nightmares was always painful, but this moment was good.

 

Because it was the only time I could see Mom and Dad’s faces.

 

“Mom!”

 

I ran over and hugged Mom.

 

I wish the dream would stop right at this scene.

 

Since I knew what would happen next, I gripped Mom’s clothes tightly.

 

Avoiding the middle-aged man who was defeating monsters flying around me, one small monster flew like an arrow toward our family.

 

The middle-aged man discovered it belatedly, but with his abilities, he would have been able to defeat the monster sufficiently.

 

But.

 

“It’s dangerous!”

 

A young hunter who suddenly appeared pushed the middle-aged man hard.

 

I had seen this scene hundreds of times, but I could never get used to it.

 

I held my breath and didn’t look at the faces of my parents who were hugging me tightly.

 

I couldn’t look.

 

The moment I raised my head, I would have to accept the despair that befell our family.

 

But I had to raise my eyes and face this past that tormented me.

 

When I lifted my stiffly rigid neck and looked ahead.

 

“Bichna, are you… all right?”

 

There was a huge hole in my parents’ chests.

 

The hunter who had pushed the middle-aged man was sprawled on the ground, lifeless.

 

“No!!!”

 

The middle-aged man looked back and forth between his fallen colleague and our parents, screaming in anguish.

 

At that moment, another hunter appeared.

 

“This isn’t the time to worry about such things! Go support Central Park right now!”

 

That hunter forcibly lifted up the middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground in despair.

 

‘…Such things?’

 

In that hunter’s eyes, my parents who became victims of the monster must have seemed like beings not worth caring about.

 

My teeth ground together.

 

That hunter dragged the middle-aged man away and disappeared into the distance.

 

I stared wide-eyed in the direction they headed.

 

‘What could have happened there…!’

 

The view was chaotic in the midst of the pandemonium.

 

It seemed like hunters scattered here and there were gathering in one place, surrounding someone.

 

I narrowed my eyes and tried hard to identify whoever was among the hunters.

 

At that moment, someone in the center was pierced through the waist by something long.

 

“Bich… na…”

 

Then, Dad’s last voice called me.

 

I didn’t want to turn my head, but regardless of my will, I had no choice but to look at Dad.

 

‘I didn’t want to see this.’

 

You must live, please just you survive.

 

I really didn’t want to see Dad dying while pleading like that.

 

“Gasp!”

 

The moment I saw Dad’s appearance, my heart pounded so hard it felt like it would shatter, and I was forcibly awakened from the dream.

 

“Haa, haa.”

 

To calm my breath that wouldn’t settle properly, I desperately tried the deep breathing I learned at the hospital. Only after hugging myself with both arms and repeating over and over that it was okay, that this was a dream, could I completely wake up from the dream.

 

I looked at the cup I had drunk from in an exhausted state.

 

My first thought was ‘Did this really help treat the trauma?’

 

I broke out in a cold sweat and saw that horrific past even more vividly – how is this supposed to be helpful?

 

Did I fail to make the item? While I was having such concerns, my thinking changed.

 

I had trauma from losing my parents before my eyes, but at the same time, I also harbored resentment toward the gate that killed my parents, the monsters that rampaged inside it, and the hunters who couldn’t save our family.

 

I know it’s meaningless and misplaced resentment.

 

Falling into a gate was a natural disaster, nothing more or less, and the hunters there were already heroes who threw themselves into the gate for us.

 

If I were to blame anyone, I should blame myself. The thoughtless me who begged my parents to go play at Namsan that day.

 

But no matter how many times I repeated that they were innocent and it was already past and couldn’t be undone, the huge hole created in my heart couldn’t be filled with anything.

 

So, my thinking had to change.

 

If I continue to peek into dreams with this tea bag, if I think from the perspective of the hunters in that situation…

 

Then maybe 8-year-old Yebichnna could break free from the past and truly become an adult now.

 

I lifted my chin and looked at the ceiling.

 

“It’s about time to stop crying, Yebichnna.”

 

Because tears were welling up.

 

* * *

 

^[Conquer the Maze Gates that threaten Earth’s safety! (20/22)

 

^[Time Limit: 119 hours 55 minutes 58 seconds]^

 

^[‘Hunter Gangjinseong’ Mana Addiction Progress: 81% (High Risk Group)]^

 

Madrid, Spain Gate Exit. Gangjinseong, who had been called humanity’s hope, collapsed to the ground.

 

The world was shocked.

 

The nightmare curse that started in France, the reckless Gate conquests, and mana addiction had finally brought him down.

 

[Breaking News: Hunter Gangjinseong unconscious immediately after Spain conquest]

 

[Only two Gates remain. Is humanity at the crossroads of extinction?]

 

The entire world was turned upside down by the devastating news.

 

With China and the United States—two massive continental Gates—ahead, the only conqueror had fallen.

 

“Transport him to Korea immediately!”

 

The Korean Hunter Association went into emergency mode. The airplane was converted into a massive flying hospital ward. Top-tier Healers and specialists attended to him, but Jinseong’s condition continued to deteriorate.

 

Mana addiction. Black veins crawled up along his blood vessels like snakes. The remnants of the nightmare that devoured the mind had burrowed deep into the depths of his consciousness.

 

Incheon Airport’s runway was closed. Korea’s finest Hunters, including S-ranks, went into defensive positions.

 

Under tight security, Jinseong was carried on a stretcher and transported to the top floor of the Korean Hunter Association.

 

Throughout the transport, Jinseong suffered intermittent seizures.

 

“Kugh, heuuk…!”

 

Rough breathing burst through the oxygen mask. Every time he drew breath, the monitoring machines screamed frantically.

 

Jinseong was laid in the top floor of the Association building, in his own special isolation ward.

 

Outside the building, candlelight processions of citizens who had gathered in worry for him could be seen, but inside the hospital room, only cold silence lingered.

 

Jinseong’s unfocused pupils trembled slightly. His mind was still lost in an endless fog with no exit.

 

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-!

 

The heart rate sensor began fluctuating wildly.

 

“Mana levels are going berserk! Bring more holy water!”

 

“We can’t! We’re already at maximum! If we add more, his life will be in danger!”

 

“We have to do something!”

 

“Healer! What are you doing! What about the nightmare?!”

 

“The invasion is already complete, so to completely extract it, we need a mental-type specialist Healer!”

 

Amid the medical staff’s desperate cries, Jinseong’s breathing gradually grew shallow.

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