“Here! Hunter Kang Yi Hyeon! Over here!”

“Yes, I’m coming!”

Kang Yi Hyeon, wiping the sweat from his forehead, rushed into the auditorium of the annex. Although the annex wasn’t within the gate’s range, it was shrouded in a purple mist caused by the poison exhaled by the rescued students.

Medical staff in protective suits and national healers were examining each student lying unconscious.

On seeing the condition of the students, Kang Yi Hyeon grimaced. It was much worse than he had thought. The students’ veins were swollen and purple, visible through their skin, with some areas severely inflated.

“The poison is rapidly spreading throughout their bodies. Despite numerous skilled healers, we can’t contain it; it’s too fast,” a medical professional with a gas mask approached and explained. Kang Yi Hyeon, after examining the students’ faces one by one, slapped his cheeks a couple of times and focused.

“We can’t even transport them to a hospital in this condition.”

“Yes, the students are emitting poison from the infected areas, so we need to treat that first, and also administer emergency care.”

The medical professional explained that although they had contacted nearby hospitals, taking the students in this state was impossible, as the poison emanating from them could affect other patients.

“And we’re in no position to even provide emergency care right now.”

Kang Yi Hyeon looked around the auditorium. The dispatched healers were shaking while praying over the students. They looked utterly exhausted, having already poured out so much divine power.

“Oh no… please, no… no, no, please!”

A healer, thinking the treatment was complete, lowered their hands, but when the student’s hand started swelling up with purple poison again, they began praying once more, looking utterly dismayed. The medical professional sighed deeply and said, “The poison is so potent that if you even slightly reduce the divine power, it immediately resurfaces.”

The healer, resuming the prayer, started trembling as if wringing out every bit of their divine power.

Moreover…

“Second-year, Class 3 students are coming in!”

More students poured out of the warp gate Lud had opened. Lud was continuously rescuing students from inside the school.

Having done his part in safely transporting them, it was now up to the healers and medical staff to save them. However, the situation seemed hopeless due to the strength of the poison.

That seemed to be the case. The divine power wasn’t manifesting its full potential. The medical team was already exhausted. At this rate, they wouldn’t even be able to treat half of the students before running out of divine power.

“…Let’s start with purifying the surroundings!”

Kang Yi Hyeon stood up abruptly and made a decision. They first needed to clear the air of the toxic mist.

Then, they had to perform a mass healing to give the students enough resilience against the poison, buying them some time. Similar to sterilization before surgery. Purification had to start first.

“Turn on the air conditioning in the hall and get ready to transfer them immediately after. Please!”

Quickly, a medical staff member near the door grabbed the remote and turned on the air conditioning. As soon as Kang Yi Hyeon saw it working, he pulled out a dagger from his inventory, its handle engraved with a fish motif.

In the annex, filled with purple poison, Kang Yi Hyeon rolled up his sleeve, bit the cloth of his shirt, and took a deep breath. With determination in his eyes, he closed them tightly and…

“Ugh…!”

He stabbed the dagger into the palm of his other hand. His brows furrowed, and a muffled groan escaped through the fabric in his mouth. Drops of blood from the punctured hand dripped onto the floor.

“Phew…”

After a deep breath, he grimaced and swiftly pulled out the dagger. A significant amount of blood fell to the ground, and drops trickled down from the tip of the dagger.
As the wound on his palm began to heal rapidly, Kang Yi Hyeon experienced the privilege granted to the avatar of a great archangel responsible for healing.

Despite the pain not subsiding completely, he clenched and unclenched his hand a few times, then, looking at the bloodstains, he brought his hands together and knelt down.

Amidst the groans of the sick and the fog filled with poison, the man with bloodied hands began to pray.

“Our Father in heaven, we acknowledge your name to be hallowed. We know that Your kingdom is coming.”

As he prayed, the blood around the auditorium began to slowly burn into a golden holy fire. As he continued his recitation, the sparks of the holy fire mixed into the air, and the healers, realizing what was happening, held their breath.

It was a variation of the typical large-scale healing spell, infused with his own unique incantation.