The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 23: Not S-Class?

Chapter 23: Not S-Class?

[Class Upgrade: (F) > (S+)]

[New Class Type: Healer > Enchanter]

[All your skills will be related to your class type.]

[To view your new skills, please open the information panel.]

[You are currently not using any skills.]

As soon as Cheon Areum’s body vanished from sight, the abyss-like crack pulsed violently—and from its depths, a storm of black butterflies erupted. Thousands of them burst forth in a chaotic spiral, their wings shimmering with eerie iridescence that reflected no light. The fluttering swarm surged upward, filling the air with a haunting rustle as they climbed the staircase in a thick, twisting column.

Within moments, the entire staircase leading up to the ringleader’s ornate throne was cloaked in them. The butterflies covered every inch of stone, writhing and shifting as if alive with a single, hive-minded purpose. The ringleader, seated high upon the throne under the spotlight, leaned forward ever so slightly—his smile faltering for the first time.

The butterflies swarmed around the throne, a living veil of black wings that blotted out the world in their wake. They spun and twisted violently, obscuring the ringleader entirely in a cocoon of darkness. Then—like the stilling of a storm—they suddenly froze midair, folding inward in unison.

When the darkness dissolved, Cheon Areum appeared gracefully on the ringleader’s lap, knees folded beneath him. He tilted his head slightly, a serene yet creepy smile tugging on his lips as he met the ringleader’s wide, unblinking eyes. Gently, Cheon Areum reached up and caressed the ringleader’s cheek—his touch tender but chilling, like frost against fevered skin.

"You didn’t expect that, did you?" he whispered, voice sweet and laced with venom.

"Cheon Areum! Behind you!"

Yoon Seoyul’s yell was loud enough to reach him, snapping his attention for a split second. Cheon Areum arched his neck backward, flipping his vision upside down to peer behind him.

A monstrous mouth, grotesquely wide, loomed above him—its gaping maw large enough to swallow him whole. Dozens of jagged white teeth gleamed in the dim circus light, each one dripping with thick, syrupy saliva that sizzled as it hit the floor. The tongue slithered within, eager. The breath from its throat was hot and rancid, soaked in the stench of raw hunger. It was inches away from his face as he blinked at it in surprise.

Cheon Areum twisted his body, narrowly evading the descending jaws just in time. In the same motion, he reached out and gripped the ringleader by the collar of his red coat, yanking him with brutal strength and flinging him down the steps of the stage. The ringleader tumbled with a graceless thud, his limbs flailing like a broken marionette.

Only then, as Cheon Areum landed on the platform with a soft tap, did he notice that the monstrous mouth hadn’t come from above or behind.

It was part of the ringleader.

The stitched-up coat had torn at the spine during the fall, revealing a horrid seam of flesh splitting open. From it, the maw stretched outward, the gums writhing and pulsating like a fish out of water, stitched to his body with coarse black thread. A fleshy extension of the ringleader himself.

Cheon Areum remained kneeling atop the stage, one knee pressing into the velvet-lined platform as his fingers lazily trailed along its surface. His expression didn’t change—calm, detached, almost bored. But his eyes, gleaming with that familiar violet hue, didn’t stray from the ringleader for even a moment.

The ringleader, on the other hand, had risen with a jerking twitch of his limbs. His spine cracked unnaturally as he straightened, the monstrous mouth on his back quivering with anticipation. His top hat had fallen off during the tumble, revealing a bald head slick with sweat and marked with arcane ink-like veins spreading from his nape. His glare was vicious—as if he had already chosen his target.

So he won’t even give me time to check my skills?

Instead of waiting, Cheon Areum surged forward, a blur of dark energy and intent. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer on the platform but directly in front of the ringleader—his sudden presence like a gust of wind that rattled the very fabric of the tent.

Without hesitation, he slammed his palm into the ringleader’s chest, sending a pulse of force through his body. But unlike before, the ringleader held his ground this time. His boots scraped against the steps, knees bending slightly from the impact, but he didn’t fall. Instead, his lips peeled back into a wide, vile grin.

A clawed hand, veined with shadow and malice, shot upward with frightening speed. Long, black nails extended from his fingers—razor-sharp and glistening under the crimson circus lights—as he reached for Cheon Areum’s throat with every intention of ripping it out.

Their eyes met—Cheon Areum’s cold, violet gaze versus the ringleader’s maddened, bloodshot stare.

"You might be an S-Class boss, but I just awakened as S+ Class."

Without warning, Cheon Areum’s hand shot up and gripped the ringleader’s head with terrifying strength, his fingers digging into the skull like iron claws. Then, with a brutal lurch, he slammed his forehead into the ringleader’s with a deafening crack—bone meeting bone in a sickening collision.

Before the enemy could recover, Cheon Areum’s mouth twisted into a savage snarl. His lips parted just enough for his tongue to slither past the ringleader’s twitching eyelid. The orb beneath twitched violently in its socket, but Cheon Areum didn’t stop. He forced the eye out with his tongue, the muscles tense and invasive, until it popped free with a horrid squelch.

With his teeth bared, he bit down hard on the glistening sphere, fangs piercing through it like jelly. A burst of thick, reddish blood sprayed from the ruined socket, splattering across Cheon Areum’s face in a gruesome wash. Nonchalantly, he spat the mangled eyeball from his mouth, letting it tumble wetly down the bloodstained stairs, leaving a slimy crimson trail in its wake.

If you can’t see me, how will you control the surroundings and attack me?

The ringleader let out a chilling, high-pitched shriek—a sound twisted with rage and agony—as his clawed hands flew to cover the gaping hole where his eye had once been. Blood oozed through his fingers. Before he could regain his footing, Cheon Areum gave him another vicious shove.

This time, the ringleader’s body thudded down several steps, his limbs flailing helplessly before he landed sprawled and broken across the cold staircase. But something changed—his skin began to bubble foully, like boiling tar beneath stretched flesh, threatening to erupt into something far worse.

Cheon Areum immediately appeared atop the ringleader, straddling his writhing body to pin him down against the slick, blood-stained steps. Without a flicker of hesitation, he gripped the remaining eye with cold fingers. The ringleader thrashed, a snarl breaking through his lips, but Cheon Areum’s grip was unyielding. He yanked the second eyeball from its socket in one smooth, ruthless pull. Blood splattered up his arm as the now-blinded creature shrieked in a frenzy, his cries echoing through the cursed tent like a siren of despair.

This should do it!

Cheon Areum gritted his teeth as he pressed his palm against the ringleader’s chest, flooding his energy into the twisted body beneath him. His black tendrils of power slithered like ink through the ringleader’s veins, trying to invade every corner, every nerve. But the resistance was immense—too dense, too chaotic. He could feel his energy draining rapidly, like water slipping through fractured glass.

With a sharp breath, he yanked his hand back and severed the connection.

The second he pulled away, the ringleader convulsed. His head snapped back, his body arching inhumanly. The mouth on his back—gaping and monstrous—twitched violently before twitching again, and again. Then it happened.

Dozens of identical mouths began to bloom across his flesh like unsightly flowers, sprouting from his limbs, his chest, his neck, even the underside of his jaw. Each one opened wide, rows upon rows of jagged teeth glistening with saliva, snapping hungrily at the air. Hundreds of mouths layered over him like armor, encasing him in a sphere. From every angle, a thick wall of mouths closed in—an ever-churning barrier of devouring maws, sealing Cheon Areum in with no exit, and no escape.

System! Can I use Soul Bind?!

[New Skill: Soul Bind (S)]

[Availability: Can be used one time due to limited energy.]

Not wasting another second, Cheon Areum reached into the inside pocket of his half-unbuttoned suit, fingers trembling with urgency as they clasped around the smooth surface of a jet-black spade card. The mouths were closing in fast, too many, too loud—their wet, fleshy slaps against the floor echoing like a thousand footsteps of something demonic.

He couldn’t stall them any longer.

With a sharp inhale, he yanked the card out, black as midnight. He raised it high, just as one of the gross mouths lunged for his throat—and slammed it down on the ringleader’s exposed forehead.

"Soul Bind!!"

The writhing body beneath him jerked violently, every mouth screeching in unison before freezing mid-snap. A sharp ping! rang out in the air as a message flared across his eyes.

[Skill: Soul Bind — Success]

[The card now holds the very essence of the Ringleader’s being.]

The mouths all around him slackened. The chaos collapsed into silence.

Without missing a beat, Cheon Areum bit into the edge of the card with his teeth. The dark, glossy surface tore like enchanted paper—smoke spilling out of the rip as the body beneath him disappeared at the same time. As the card disintegrated between his lips, he swallowed the essence within.

Hold it, Cheon Areum... You can’t lose control... Don’t... Think of Rian...

With his knees and head on the stairs, he clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms. The energy swirling inside his body clashed violently with his own, threatening to corrupt him. Refusing to back down, Cheon Areum shattered the foreign energy into a million pieces, forcing it to merge with his own.

I did it.

Cheon Areum lifted himself from the stairs, turning to glance down at Yoon Seoyul. He laughed heartily, shouting from the top of the steps:

"Yoon Seoyul!!"

"Let me join your guild!"

*THUD*

Falling face-first onto the steps.

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