Damned Healer

The next day, almost two hundred of General Remira's followers gathered in her territory. Darian looked them over with satisfaction; every single one of them radiated a sharp, determined aura.

In just one year, they had completely transformed. Hirel's battalion had absorbed Darian's principles and teachings, passed down by those he had personally trained. Even though their levels hadn't gone up, they had all mastered using the stellar physique and learned to fight as a unit with incredible efficiency.

The excitement among them was unmatched. That was because Remira had told them Darian was going to teach something big—something powerful enough to shake both heaven and earth. To their eyes, Darian seemed like an almighty existence.

"I'm going to pass on to you a new assimilation technique. With it, you'll all be able to level up and evolve faster. And also… I'll give you a unique new attack method. With it, you'll officially become half-disciples of God Chromaraic."

Hearing that, everyone froze, their minds blank, unable to process the weight of his words.

In the sect's library, during the final stage, there was plenty of knowledge about the universes, and of course, the name of God Chromaraic was something known to all.

His legends were terrifying and overblown. They said he was an invincible hero who shook the world, personally taught by Heaven's Will. Only a few chosen directly by him ever learned his techniques, and each one became a figure remembered forever.

Those stories weren't entirely wrong—just exaggerated. But… little did they know that the stellar physique of the sect was itself a creation of God Chromaraic. And even more shocking: their own General was his daughter. If they knew that, they'd probably be scared to death.

According to Remira, the Chromaraic Cataclysm was a terrifying art created by her father, capable of multiplying the offensive power of their entire race. It could only be used together with the stellar physique, because no ordinary body could withstand it. The stellar physique served as the foundation, representing defense; while the Chromaraic Cataclysm was the attack, turning all Chromaraics into unstoppable beings.

She had only ever learned the stellar physique and had always longed for the other half. But… her father had refused to teach it to her until she truly deserved it. Remira was frustrated, but not too bothered—after all, she had inherited her mother's incredibly powerful techniques.

...

A few days later, everyone was gathered in a plaza, training together. Suddenly, one disciple coughed up blood. Darian immediately pressed his hand against the disciple's back, quickly steadying him.

"Don't be afraid. Keep going. You just drifted off a bit; you need to connect your stars properly," Darian reassured him.

The disciple nodded and refocused. Everyone was giving their all, day and night, to master it. In theory, the technique wasn't too difficult, as long as someone belonged to that race and had the stellar physique.

The real challenge… was that everyone needed absurd mental endurance. The technique demanded that they connect the seven stars and their Bloodline, which required immense willpower.

An unbearable physical pain, combined with soul-deep agony and hallucinations gnawing at their minds, haunted everyone who attempted it. But… once someone succeeded, they'd never have to endure it again.

At that moment, a multicolored light suddenly flared.

"I did it!" a disciple shouted, overjoyed.

He was radiating a terrifying aura, all seven elements fused and perfectly connected. When he attacked, those elements would merge in flawless harmony, unleashing a true Cataclysm.

Feeling the power flowing from him, the others were deeply moved. If someone like them had succeeded, then eventually they would too. It felt like they were dreaming—and they feared waking up at any moment.

...

Two months later.

"Congratulations. You all passed the test and learned it correctly. From today on, you're officially half-disciples of God Chromaraic," Darian said to them.

"All thanks to Boss!"

Almost two hundred soldiers suddenly knelt before Darian and shouted in unison, their eyes shining with gratitude.

Not only had he completely transformed them, but now that unmatched technique had been personally taught by him. Essentially, he had handed them the key to changing their destinies—a new chance at life.

Darian made them stand up quickly. Then he reminded them never to repeat similar behaviors. According to him, he hadn't done anything extraordinary; he'd only taught simple things and, by chance, handed them something useless to himself.

Everyone smiled at that. No one dared to argue, realizing he truly believed it. It only strengthened their trust in him.

Then Darian turned to Remira…

She was the only one who hadn't been able to use the technique. Her face showed extreme disappointment.

"Everyone has their own path; maybe this isn't yours. I can't use it either, so don't take it too seriously," Darian tried to comfort her.

"Fuck this shit," she spat coldly. "I don't need it. I'll create something myself, something just as good as his. That way my father won't look down on me."

Darian nodded. You'd expect someone spoiled like Remira to be full of anger and frustration, but it seemed she had actually grown. In the end, she understood her limits and realized she wasn't as exceptional as she thought.

Spending the year with Darian, she'd seen how flawed and arrogant she'd been. He was possibly as strong as her at her peak, yet he had achieved it all on his own.

Now, in her mind, she only wanted recognition for her own merits. Being born with privileges had made her feel superior, but in reality, she saw herself as empty—nothing she'd had before was truly hers.

On top of that, she was connecting more and more with the battalion members. Hirel had always felt Remira wasn't bad, so he tried to get closer. Now, the two seemed to have formed a genuine friendship. Gradually, the others started getting closer to her too.

In the future, Remira would likely stop acting irrationally and causing disasters for innocents. She would think twice before taking any action that could harm someone—and avoid acting if there was even a minimal chance of that happening.

Once all the soldiers had mastered the technique, Darian and Remira helped them assimilate the new method of incorporating the power of chaos. With everything they'd learned combined, the army now had nearly infinite potential.

…

The next day, a city outside the sect sent an urgent request for help.

It was a very important city, located on the border of the sect's territory, very close to a clan allied with the enemy.

Remira received the message from the Sect Leader and ran to Darian.

It was early; the Leader had no hope of saving the city now, so he asked Darian what he thought. In response, Darian summoned the two battalions.

"The moment you've all been waiting for has arrived. Let's show these brutes that we won't be cornered anymore. Let's crush them and launch our first counterattack!"

Everyone roared in excitement. Without hesitation, they advanced toward the city in their flying ships.