The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 31: It can’t be...

Chapter 31: It can’t be...

Cheon Areum wobbled to a clear ground and plopped down, still occasionally choking on the dirt. For how long was he out? He hadn’t checked the time since entering the gate and storing his phone in the inventory.

Is this their way of restricting me from using my abilities?

The last time he used his abilities, he had no such effects. The only reason he passed out was because of the merging of the essence with his energy, but when he was using his abilities, he hadn’t felt any discomfort at all.

Just who are they to try to—restrict me? An S+ Class?

No matter how much they tried to stop him, he had to use his abilities for them to clear the gate. As he was aware, Cheon Areum was the only one who could dig out the hidden monsters. Facing the graveyard, he stared at the area—almost as big as the town itself. A ground this large was perfect. Unleashing a thousand of them in the town would be a disadvantage. They hadn’t memorized the town’s map, and since most of them had long-range abilities, the buildings would only hinder them—and the movements of close-range fighters like Yoon Seoyul.

The non-guild members could all use their abilities in close and long range, but getting too close without knowing what kind of monsters would appear would also be dangerous. The safest way would be to gather them in the center and attack until all of them were gone.

That was when he was jolted back from his thoughts by a low voice behind him.

"Where have you been all this time?"

Recognizing it immediately, Cheon Areum came face to face with Yoon Seoyul walking up to him slowly, seemingly unperturbed—but his hands and clothes were covered in a whitish dust.

Cheon Areum got up, sighing and patting the back of his legs. Inho and Hwan followed after, panting. Seeing Yoon Seoyul, they slowed down and caught their breath.

"Master, it’s hard to keep up with you. Please have mercy on us too..."

Inho begged, half-bent. Their clothes were the same, just not as covered as Yoon Seoyul’s.

"We don’t even have a healer after Jihyeon suddenly ghosted us... Should I at least bandage your hands, Master?"

Hwan wiped his forehead and took out a first-aid kit from his inventory as he spoke with a weak voice.

Cheon Areum closed the distance between them, grabbing his arm to look at his hands.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Hwan, treat him first—"

"Are you an idiot?"

"You actually tried to destroy the whole town by yourself?"

Hwan paused in his steps as he heard Cheon Areum’s grim tone. Yoon Seoyul didn’t deny anything and blinked once.

"You call me reckless while you’re the one doing stuff like this."

Cheon Areum clicked his tongue irritably and healed the hands covered in cuts and blood. Inho placed a hand on Hwan’s shoulder.

"You’re not needed here, Hwan. We have another healer."

Hwan solemnly put the first-aid kit back into his inventory.

Cheon Areum narrowed his eyes after healing them completely, clearing the dust with his hand.

"You need to have a bit more trust in me. I told you..."

"I can’t trust you if your safety is being compromised."

"No, I won’t."

Yoon Seoyul’s eyes didn’t waver for a second as he spoke, glancing down at him with an expressionless face. Cheon Areum shook his head in disbelief.

"You’re too kind for your own good..."

"That’s what you think, Areum."

Kim Ryung chuckled, walking toward them with the others. Their signal wasn’t that far off from his own, so they arrived at the location in only a few minutes. He could execute his plan now since everyone was where he needed them to be.

"Found anything?"

"Not really. We have a few guesses, but I don’t think the monsters are in the town—or at least not on the same level as us."

Cheon Areum nodded once, agreeing with Kim Ryung, who had also picked up on it.

"I know where they are. I’m going to force them to come out and gather them in the graveyard. Minjun, Seungkwan—I need you both to trap them. Make sure they can’t get out of the graveyard. Eunhyuk and Ryung will attack from a distance. The others will be on standby until needed. Any questions?"

Cheon Areum crouched down and placed his hands on the road as he asked.

"Can you really make them come out? Is that your ability?"

"The number is too big to gather them all at once and attack. What if we can’t do it?"

Minjun and Eunhyuk spoke one by one while positioning themselves beside him.

"Yes, and I’ll make them come out bit by bit so it’s easier. First, we need to make sure this will even work, so the number shouldn’t be too big."

Cheon Areum ignored the ability part and answered. Yoon Seoyul stood to the side with Yeongsu, watching them. He didn’t need any instructions—if things got out of control, he wouldn’t hesitate to tear them apart himself. Hwan and Inho, also used to it, got ready to help—Hwan standing next to Kim Ryung and Inho moving to the people who’d be trapping them in place.

Cheon Areum clenched his jaw, shaking off the migraine pounding relentlessly in his head. His fingers twitched before he pressed his palm to the earth, releasing a steady current of dark energy into the ground.

The silence of the graveyard shattered.

The soil trembled violently as a deep, guttural quake spread across the land. One by one—no, dozens at once—limbs tore through the dirt, clawing their way into the open air. Decayed hands, some skeletal, others disturbingly human-like, reached out to the sky. Within moments, the once-still graveyard swarmed with twisted, human-alike corpses. They piled out from the earth rapidly, eyes glazed, faces slack, movements jerky—yet undeniably alive.

"Now."

Cheon Areum muttered a low command under his breath, trying to limit the numbers pouring from the ground. Yet despite his restraint, more kept clawing their way to the surface, pulled by the irresistible lure of his energy. It was difficult to suppress them all—like trying to plug holes in a dam with his bare hands—but it was still within his control.

At his signal, the others moved in.

Seungkwan clenched his fists in the air. Instantly, the wild grass sprouting around the graves twisted and surged, stretching unnaturally to ensnare the undead. The strands wrapped tightly around their legs like thick cords, pulling them down and anchoring them to the ground. The corpses flailed, but the earth held fast.

Next to him, Minjun raised his arm slowly, and a ribbon of glowing white light began to trace along his skin, coalescing into a radiant rope. With a swift motion, he hurled it toward the heart of the graveyard. The rope stretched impossibly far, wrapping around the bodies in perfect precision—once, twice—until the undead were trapped in glowing coils, their jerking halted mid-motion.

As soon as the tide of undead was suppressed, Kim Ryung stepped forward, his expression sharp with focus. He raised his hands into the shape of a gun, thumbs cocked back, fingers steady. In a split-second flash, a volley of red lasers burst from his fingertips—clean, sharp, and searing through the air. The lasers pierced straight through the frontline of the corpses, blasting limbs apart with pinpoint precision. The sharp scent of scorched flesh mingled with the dust rising from the graveyard floor.

At the same time, Eunhyuk gripped the glowing white rope Minjun had conjured. A blue flame slithered up his arms like a living serpent, flickering until it met the rope. In an instant, the flame fused with the glowing binds, turning the rope into a conduit of pure fire.

The moment the blue fire touched the corpses, it ignited them where they stood. The flame was no ordinary blaze; it roared and crawled with a mind of its own, leaping from one creature to the next, feeding on their decay. Those tethered by the rope writhed as the fire devoured them, the heat pulsing out in waves, uncontrollable and furious. It didn’t just burn—it consumed.

No sooner had the last wisp of ash settled than the ground trembled once more—and more bodies erupted from the soil like a grotesque rebirth.

It was a sickening cycle.

For every one reduced to cinders, another clawed its way out. The earth split with wet cracks, limbs shooting upward, soil crumbling from sunken eyes and twisted mouths. The stench of charred death mixed with fresh rot filled the air.

The cycle repeated—ash to body, fire to ash.

For a full minute, the grim pattern continued, relentless and exact.

Until Cheon Areum couldn’t hold on anymore—his knees buckled slightly, vision blurring at the edges as a searing heat clawed its way through his veins. His chest heaved with effort, each breath like swallowing fire. The pressure in his head mounted, a deafening ring in his ears.