Damned Healer-Chapter 449: Lovely Gift

Darian turned calmly to the Elder. "Can you send a message to the Matriarch? She needs to know I’ve got a plan. I need her to help me and change the course of the battle suddenly — force a massive clash all focused in one single region."

"What are you planning with that?" the Elder asked seriously. "The consequences will be huge. The enemy might suspect a trap, and all their strongest will unite to block any chance of success. If this move doesn’t bring real gain, we’ll lose tons of soldiers at once, and the situation will get even worse."

Darian snorted. "I’m not planning to explain. If I tell you, my plan fails. Just tell the Matriarch my request; she’ll decide if she wants to go along or not."

The Elder narrowed his eyes at that answer. It was an incredibly reckless attitude — how many lives could be lost because of a plan from a young human?

No one in their right mind would agree to that without an explanation. Still, there was no harm in sending the message; after all, the Matriarch had told him to be notified once they returned. He took out a communication artifact to report their return, planning to add Darian’s ridiculous request at the end.

Darian turned to everyone else. "Get ready. When I give the signal to attack, if any of you hesitate even for a second, you’ll screw everything up. Everything has to be done fast and brutally."

"Brother Darian, don’t worry. We’re not those fools from before. We’ll follow your orders." Zelkov answered seriously, and everyone behind him clenched their fists in agreement.

Darian nodded and asked them to step back a little. Then, he started pulling out pills from his inventory...

The moment he took out the first dozen, the entire atmosphere in the hall changed. Everyone felt their pores open naturally; the air became thick with a pure, terrifying power.

There were so many — so many that everyone’s eyes widened.

Even the Elder, who was about to send the message, froze for a moment. A colossal pile started forming, reaching the ceiling of the underground hall: hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of pills. Darian stepped aside and kept taking out more, creating a second pile, then a third, a fourth... by the fifth, he stopped.

The number was beyond counting, but he looked at them all without emotion. Every one of them came from the Heavenly World, made from the treasures of that realm. Unfortunately, the people there never fully focused on alchemy and lacked knowledge from other universes, so they had to develop everything on their own — and their pills were low quality.

The base materials were insanely powerful, and even with mediocre alchemists, the pills worked. But Darian now had a ridiculous amount of treasures from that world. He’d give them all to Veyle for practice; soon, she’d be making pills hundreds of times better.

These low-tier pills had no long-term use. He didn’t want to hand them out to close allies — they held almost two-thirds impurities and would actually harm anyone who took them.

His own body, now free of impurities, was evolving at an absurd speed — proof enough of how bad those impurities were. For others, every pill like that would be damaging.

So, he didn’t feel the slightest pity using them all at once. And now, he’d found the perfect use for them.

Darian took a deep breath and focused completely.

He activated his entire domain — thankfully, he now controlled both Yin and Yang, and those pills had been made with primordial Yin and Yang.

In seconds, it felt like the underground hall had turned into the bottom of the ocean. The air became crushingly heavy; an immeasurable amount of energy flowed.

Darian drew all the energy from the pills and gathered it into three spheres, each about a meter wide: one white from Yang, one black from Yin, and the last one a weird mixed color — half purple, half green — exuding a thick, unpleasant odor. Those were the impurities.

He did all this carefully, taking several minutes.

The mountain of pills that had left everyone stunned was now completely gone; all the energy within them had been drawn out and perfectly controlled right before their eyes.

Darian sealed the energies into the three spheres and stored them in his inventory. Then, he turned toward the Elder, who was staring with his mouth open.

"Did you tell her?"

The Elder snapped out of his daze with a jolt.

"Y-yeah... I just did. She said...?" Only then did he process the Matriarch’s reply, "She just said: Alright."

Darian felt satisfied. Painita had placed her trust in him and started the battle earlier than planned; without a clear path to victory, she’d decided to trust his judgment and take the risk.

’If you’re betting on me, I’ll bet on you too,’ Darian thought, exhaling slowly.

What he was about to do had a potential thousands of times greater than Painita imagined. She had set everything up to purge the "virus" on her planet, but he was about to unleash chaos that would shake the entire universe.

For everything to work, he needed her to stay on his side till the end — even if she was shocked. Darian had been thinking through this plan for a while; he’d even sent Cyaos ahead as preparation. That had been a test — both for that human and for Painita.

Without delay, Darian pulled out a round object from his inventory, about the size of a fist. Everyone there recognized it — the most famous Supreme Artifact of Runedell, the one he had taken during the banquet earlier.

The Elder’s eyes went wide, and he spoke quickly: "Young Darian, that won’t work. The other half of that artifact is in Runedell, probably kept in the imperial castle. But they’re not idiots. Knowing we stole one half, they completely sealed the artifact and the channel. It’s impossible to use it now — not even the Matriarch could."

Darian smiled faintly.

That artifact had two halves and created a perfect, instant spatial channel between them, capable of transporting an entire army. Used right, it was ridiculously overpowered. It was probably one of the reasons the enemies had started this war in the first place — to recover the lost half.

Darian took a deep breath, holding the artifact in his hands.

Inside his primordial core, all the power of chaos he’d stored started to move. When that power touched the artifact, it invaded its interior with ease.

Focusing, Darian felt the connection leading to a distant place — like an invisible line. He could sense how far it stretched, but not the other artifact itself, since it really was sealed.

Snorting, Darian let the power of chaos travel down that link to the other side. The moment it touched the seal, he activated his domain. The enemy’s seal had been made using a spatial blessing from a Spiritual Guardian. Darian didn’t have mastery over space-time, but as always, he could brute-force that kind of power.

Besides, among the several chaos-related techniques he’d learned from Lian, one allowed chaos to control other energies. Combining that technique with his raw control, he had a good chance of...

"!"

In just one try, he did it.

The seal broke. The people in Runedell had probably used only a simple seal, not giving it much importance — after all, removing it was supposed to be nearly impossible. Maybe there were hidden Supreme Artifacts that could...

Still, it would be pure madness to invade a planet like that, dropping straight into the enemy’s heart.

Even if the Emperor of Vadise and everyone on the planet with nine rings went together, they wouldn’t accomplish anything meaningful. The moment they arrived, all the powerful ones in Runedell would feel the fluctuation of their rings and move instantly to stop any threat. It would literally be suicide.

But... no one expected someone with just four rings to try it. And because of that, they’d take longer to react.

After opening the channel, Darian turned to the thirty thousand behind him.

"Wait for me."

After saying that, he waved his hand — and suddenly, a circular spatial channel over five meters wide appeared in front of him.

Darian placed the artifact on the hall floor. He had only thirty seconds before the channel closed. His gaze hardened, and with a short snort, he jumped in alone.

Everyone in the hall stayed silent.

...

Almost instantly, Darian appeared on the other side.

He found himself in a dark, enclosed space. He quickly used his senses to scan the area and confirmed it — he was underground, inside a massive and powerful castle, just as grand as the royal castle of Vadise. Most likely, he had appeared inside the treasure vault beneath it.

He also sensed thousands of people and their karma above him. He let out a short snort — every one of them had a darker-than-average karma. Probably, no one remotely decent could live long in that place and had already left. So he didn’t need to show any mercy.

Without wasting time, Darian turned to the Supreme Artifact that was there, grabbed it, and shoved it into the ground with all his power, burying it as deep as he could. Then he sealed the opening, locking it more than forty meters below the surface.

Without hesitation, he took out the three spheres of power.

’Hmm... calling this Blinding Break sounds weird...’

He waved his hand, merging the three spheres into one.

*Buzz*

Suddenly, time and space around him began to tremble in anticipation. The sphere glowed and pulsed dangerously.

Darian smiled. "Hope you all enjoy this lovely gift. Complete my Starfall Break."

With a gesture, the sphere floated up slowly.

At the same moment, he turned and jumped back into the channel, which was about to close.

He appeared on the other side again — everything had happened fast enough for him to return in time.

As soon as he was back, Darian closed the spatial channel without hesitation, even though only a few seconds remained before it would close on its own.

Everyone turned to him, confused, but waited silently.

"..."

Without anyone knowing, at that exact second...

...an explosion of apocalyptic proportions erupted in the heart of planet Runedell.