Damned Healer-Chapter 451: All We Can Do

Right after Painita left the message and vanished, Emperor Morion froze, tense to his core. The Matriarch had ordered a full attack — but that was basically the same as sending everyone to their deaths.

The enemy had about the same number of soldiers, with nine and eight rings. But the Dragon-blooded Beasts were insanely tough and devastating in raw offense. On the other side, most were humanoids — not great at anything in particular, but with a huge range of abilities to make up for it.

In theory, the Beasts had the advantage in a direct fight, since there wasn’t much room for fancy tactics — it was kill or be killed. Still, a small group of just over a thousand humans with nine rings could completely turn the tide of battle.

They were members of the Wube family, known for their terrifying Spiritual Technique. Once they activated their curse, they’d be weakened for a short time — but their target would be hit a thousand times harder and easily finished off by another ally. After using the technique, they just needed to take a few pills to recover and jump back into the fight.

There was simply no defense against the Wube family’s curse. The only way to deal with them was through sacrifice — letting one Beast get cursed while hitting the human at the same time to kill them both. But obviously, those guys weren’t idiots. Since there were only about a thousand of them, all their allies protected them with everything they had.

In other words, taking them down was almost impossible. Those humans could pick off the most dangerous Beasts and take them out, completely shifting the course of the war.

Even knowing all that, the Matriarch had still ordered a full assault. Morion felt lost. Did she know something he didn’t? That seemed impossible — all the most secret and important information was shared between them.

’He really is abnormal for a kid with just four rings, but... does she seriously believe he can handle all of this? That’s insane.’ Morion thought, anxious, unable to give the order to attack.

’This world is pure chaos — ruled by immortals chasing nothing but power, while others try in vain to keep balance. In the end, it’s always us mortals who suffer...’

He let out a long sigh, staring at the army of brothers and sisters waiting for his command — waiting to die.

At that moment, Morion remembered a conversation he’d had with the Matriarch, just before officially being named the new Emperor of Vadise.

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It had been a starry night. They were both sitting on the top floor of the castle, alone.

Morion, still a Prince back then, was kneeling, full of energy and expectations. He’d been the most talented one since the Matriarch’s generation, carrying great hopes for the future.

Then Painita’s calm voice echoed:

"Young Morion, what is your ambition? To become an immortal like me? What do you think that would change — in the world, or in your home?"

Hearing that, Morion lifted his gaze toward the Dragoness sitting above him. He fell silent. Thanks to Painita’s teachings, he already had a decent understanding of the world.

All his life, he’d trained to become stronger, dreaming of breaking through the ninth ring. But... yeah, Painita alone wasn’t enough — even two or three immortals with her wouldn’t be able to change a thing. His ascension would mean nothing.

Seeing the look in the young man’s eyes shift as he realized the foolishness of his ambition, Painita chuckled softly.

"Young Morion, people’s karma is what decides their fate — not the immortals."

"B-But... what can we even do to survive then? I always thought we had to fight and get stronger..." Morion asked, troubled.

Painita looked straight into his eyes. "It’s easy to be a hero in peaceful times; the real challenge is staying righteous in times of chaos. We can’t do much besides standing our ground. We must resist and avoid being corrupted by others’ karma — no matter how tempting it is to act like them."

"B-But... things will never get better like that... The immortals keep raiding other universes and chasing more power. Eventually, they’ll destroy us too."

Morion’s tone was tense — few knew about the dark actions of some Spiritual Sovereigns. Painita had become an immortal, but she was the weakest among them — and she’d never rise higher, since she refused to act like the others.

Painita let out a faint sigh. "You think the laws of the world are chaos, and that the strongest make all the rules? Don’t be naïve, boy. Our power was granted by Heaven’s Will, and it’s always watching. Compared to it, even immortals are just ants."

"But Heaven won’t break its own rules to interfere in people’s karma. What’s sown will be reaped. It won’t be long before the karma of this entire universe reaches its breaking point. And when that happens... a Missionary will come to destroy everything."

"Missionary? Destroy everything? That’s not fair! We’ll be punished too?" Morion asked, frightened.

"That depends," Painita replied, looking at the starry sky with a melancholic expression. "A universe is like a ship sailing through the sea. If most people try to sink it, everyone gets dragged down and drowns together. That’s what we call collective karma."

Then she turned to the young Morion, her gaze firm and deep.

"But if there are those who resist evil and sow peace, then when the Missionary comes, they’ll be able to stand with him. The only thing we can do is build a solid foundation to support him. That way, he’ll see hope and grow alongside us — and, in the end, he’ll be able to turn the tide without sinking the ship. Only someone like a Missionary can break every rule and hierarchy, and restore true order."

Morion stayed silent.

All the Spiritual Guardians knew about Heaven’s Will — it had given them everything... and could also take it all away someday. For him, becoming immortal wasn’t the answer. There were levels between them, and not even sheer numbers could close that gap.

Could a single missionary really do all that? One thing was certain — he’d have to start from the bottom like everyone else, passing as a mortal. Otherwise, it would be a direct intervention of Heaven’s Will. Still, for him to reach the level needed to change everything, he’d need support.

"Will this Missionary really come?" Morion asked after a few minutes of silence.

Painita snorted. "I’ve been waiting for that for a long time... maybe he’s already among us, somewhere. But our karma has to connect to his naturally. All we can do is stand firm, avoid creating more karma, and wait for the right chance to meet him."

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Back to the present, Morion remembered that conversation from hundreds of years ago.

In the end, his expression slowly shifted, taking on a look of realization.

Niara was someone terrifyingly abnormal — and she wasn’t even a Spiritual Guardian. On Earth, that human had shaken the whole planet in just a few years, leaving behind seeds like his clan, which rose to the top fast and shook the universe later on.

And also...

...in the training universe, ten years ago, unbelievable changes had suddenly happened. Someone, practically alone, had conquered a galaxy and shaken the whole place.

All of those events are now connected back to Darian — after all, he had become a Spiritual Guardian around the same time everything started.

Now, ever since he arrived on this planet, everything Darian touched changed. Princess Tetoya, Prince Zelkov, the Celestial Foxes... all of them grew and revealed their true selves after meeting him — and worse, they seemed to admire him naturally.

’Darian... he... he’s the Missionary!’

Painita hadn’t said anything to Morion — he needed to realize it himself. Only immortals could sense Heaven’s Will’s barrier around Darian; to others, he just seemed abnormal, and they couldn’t be sure of his identity. That’s why she trusted Morion to figure it out by watching his actions now and remembering that young man’s past.

"EVERYONE! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

Morion didn’t hesitate anymore — he roared his orders at full force.

Less than five minutes had passed since Painita left, and everyone was still confused. When they heard the command, their hearts trembled. It was obvious to all of them — this sounded like suicide.

"All you need to do is fight! The Missionary of Heaven’s Will is on our side!"

Hearing his words, all the Beasts took a deep breath and raised their weapons.

Everything they had had been granted by Heaven’s Will and by the Matriarch. Their mindset was simple — if they had to fight, then they’d fight to the end.

"GO!"

At once, they all roared, pushing their draconic auras to the limit.

On the other side, the enemy army was just about to charge as well. The Immortal had already given the order, but because they fought strategically, they’d wasted precious minutes planning. When they saw the Beasts rushing forward, they were caught off guard.

"Brainless idiots. KILL THEM!" the enemy Emperor ordered coldly.

Then, the two armies — each with hundreds of thousands of soldiers — surged forward like two colossal waves of destruction colliding.

Nothing had changed. The Beasts knew they were probably going to die that day.

But Morion charged along with his army without a shred of hesitation. Ever since becoming Emperor, he’d given up on ego and the thirst for power. His life had been devoted to the people of his planet — and to building good karma.

Within the planet Vadise, many had been corrupted, but the "virus" had never managed to take everyone. There were always those who stayed pure. That was because Painita and Morion were constantly watching over them, protecting them, and nurturing the birth of new good seeds among their people.

Even if the Merchant Guild had millions of years to act freely, it would never grow beyond a certain point, because the royal family had also been raising and converting people to counter its influence.

Now, Morion was sure — his and the Matriarch’s work had borne fruit. Even in a seemingly hopeless battle, he chose to believe that the Missionary wouldn’t let them all die in vain.

"Die!"

Savage screams, blood, and violent explosions echoed across the battlefield.

In several nearby galaxies, beings from countless planets could see a golden, chaotic light twisting in the skies, fracturing space-time itself.

A few minutes passed.

Among the Beasts, after the first fierce clash, their momentum started to drop quickly. Their numbers were falling faster than the enemy’s — and that difference only grew with every passing second.

Anyone could see it clearly happening. Still, no one backed down. They all kept fighting without fear.

Until...

Suddenly, everyone felt something and turned around.

**BUZZ!**