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Chapter 27: Lanchi's Healing Spell
Chapter 27: Lanchi's Healing Spell
The wind howled across the sparse trees on the grassland, causing the grass blades to sway wildly, rustling in the breeze. Clouds tumbled and sank under the push of the wind, heralding the approach of a storm.
Amid the howling gale, Lanchi's coat fluttered, but his stance remained unwavering.
"Whoosh—I knew we'd make a great team." Lanchi exhaled in relief, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Huberian's ability to draw Ferrat's attention and keep him occupied was even better than Lanchi had anticipated, allowing him to focus solely on casting spells without the need to reposition himself.
"Now, it's my turn to heal you." Lanchi chuckled softly as a new magic card appeared in his palm once more.
As he infused it with his magic, the rune-inscribed card unfurled like a scroll, triggering the spell! A gentle healing power, like a spring breeze, swept across the grassland and enveloped the distant figure.
This was a pure healing spell.
...
Everyone watching in the Shadow World and the rear conference room was slightly taken aback.
Instead of showcasing another utility-based magic card, Lanchi had opted for a conservative approach, using a healing spell, his specialty.
"Playing defense is a bad move." A sturdy professor with his arms folded observed the screen grimly from the edge of the conference room.
With Huberian as his current teammate, a blade-like force, Lanchi shouldn't have chosen to engage in a battle of attrition with Ferrat, a field mage.
A mistake in decision-making and team coordination.
This left the teachers in the Sage's Chamber, who had been hoping for the two newcomers to create a miracle, feeling disappointed.
But the next moment.
All the teachers witnessing Lanchi's actions were stunned.
Their expressions turned peculiar as they struggled to find the right words, as if they had just witnessed an astonishing maneuver.
Lanchi had cast his healing spell on the wrong target! Instead of healing Huberian, he had healed their opponent, Ferrat.
"What the...?"
"Did he just mess up a healing spell?"
A chorus of questioning voices rose.
"Could he have done that on purpose?"
"No, that's just a pure healing spell, with no additional functions. It's not a specialty of the cleric class to 'poison' someone, and Ferrat clearly received the healing effect."
The teachers seated at the round table for the healing group furrowed their brows, speaking with certainty.
They were all too familiar with the spell Lanchi had used.
It was a basic second-tier healing spell called [Slow Heal].
The effect was to grant the target a status of gradually recovering health.
Healing spells were usually directional.
Even the most novice white mage would find it difficult to misdirect their healing.
If they were in Huberian's position, their blood pressure would likely be through the roof by now.
It was only now that they realized the true actor among them was Lanchi.
The anticipation he had built up came crashing down just as quickly.
"Wait a moment."
The voice of Ron, the vice president, filled with confusion.
Soon.
Some teachers began to notice Ferrat's expression on the screen—his gritted teeth and the rage he seemed to be trying to shout out but couldn't.
At the same time.
The terminal backend successfully identified the attributes of the healing spell Lanchi had just used—
[Erroneous Slow Heal]
[Category: Spell Card]
[Grade: Purple Rare]
[Attribute: Healing]
[Class: 2]
[Effect: Continuously restore the target's health. Significantly enhances healing distance, weakens healing effect, and inflicts severe pain as a side effect during health recovery.]
[Note: A discarded failure.]
"This is a... strengthened card made from a blue rare-quality [Slow Heal]?" one of the teachers murmured as he read through the card's effects.
Such enhanced cards weren't particularly rare. They were typically failed creations, significantly boosting the casting distance at the cost of debilitating side effects that rendered them useless. These discarded cards often flooded the market as the lowest-priced options within their quality tier. Most ended up in the hands of card creators, who bought them solely for deconstruction and recycling into new materials.
"Ah, I see," the teachers nodded in understanding as they witnessed the meager healing effect on Ferrat. "Given Lanchi's inherently low magic attribute, these discarded healing cards further weaken the healing effect... He can confidently heal his opponent without any significant impact."
"Then, what's the point of this card?" one teacher finally asked, puzzled by Lanchi's strategy.
"The purpose... is to torture," the vice-principal replied after a moment of silence.
"...Torture?" the teachers echoed, their eyes widening in realization.
"And he can keep his opponent in constant pain. His long-range healing spells ensure there's no escape. Even if you manage to get close, his continuous healing will boost their status, and you can't dispel it with purification."
"As long as you can't kill him, he'll keep torturing you."
The vice-principal's commentary on this peculiar healing magic seemed to shed light on Lanchi's unusual strategy.
On the magic screen, Lanchi pulled out several more failed healing cards of different types and cast them all on Ferrat.
Ferrat, still engaged in battle, was now experiencing the agonizing side effects of various healing spells, his eyes bloodshot and his body trembling uncontrollably. He hung in the air, his entire being consumed by rage, unable to do more than let out a low, pained moan.
He wanted to roar and curse, but even his voice had abandoned him.
In the distance, on the grassy plain, Lanchi watched him with a smirk.
"Hehe," Lanchi chuckled, clearly proud of himself.
Such was the beauty of 'friendly exchanges.'
I, the vanguard of the Anti-Zuan, will never let you utter profanities!
...
An unusual silence filled the conference room as the teachers finally understood why Lanchi was a white magician!
Never before had they encountered such a unique concept of a white magician—one who chose not to heal his allies but instead inflicted 'healing' on his opponents, destabilizing them through relentless mental pollution and interference.
A true master of psychological warfare, Lanchi's talent for taunting was unparalleled. Without even employing taunt skills, he effortlessly pushed his opponents to the brink of madness, driving them to abandon all sense of self-preservation and focus solely on ending his life.
...
In the artificial Shadow World, on the vast plains of Eliven, the clouds churned and tumbled under the push of the wind. Thunder rumbled in the distance, drawing ever closer, and flashes of lightning occasionally lit up the sky, illuminating the three flickering figures beneath the looming clouds.
The deep rumble of an impending storm hung in the air, threatening to unleash a torrential downpour at any moment.
Ferrat, once elegant and composed, now resembled a wild beast, his face contorted with fury. His teeth were clenched tight, his eyes wild, and his chest heaved with suppressed rage, like a volcano on the brink of eruption.
Enduring excruciating pain, he wanted nothing more than to flay Lanchi alive...
Tomorrow, the darkest chapter yet will unfold at the stroke of midnight!
(End of Chapter)
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