Damned Healer-Chapter 90: Was He Insane?

Darian stood up from his seat. Under the uneasy stares of everyone from the Azure Haven Clan, he walked calmly to the center of the meeting room.

When he reached the front, standing by the bow, he turned to everyone and spoke gently, "When I got this reward, I didn't plan to sell it, so I didn't mention one detail. I received some important info about this bow from the array."

Everyone instantly perked up, curious. The only rule was to hand the item over for analysis, so technically, leaving out information wasn't really wrong.

"It was kinda weird... like the info got engraved directly in my mind," Darian went on, looking thoughtful.

He'd also received techniques as part of the reward, so he was sure that the array could grant not just items, but knowledge too. Probably no one else had gotten both knowledge and an item, but since the reward was so good, no one would question it.

"This bow was given to me because it matches my power. As you probably know, I'm a healing support. To use healing powers, you need a high level and high purity in the Yang life element. The name 'Solar Bow' isn't random — you need very pure Yang to use it. Otherwise, it's useless."

Everyone nodded. News of the fight between Darian and Raon was public — everyone knew about his abnormal healing power. And the idea that this bow ran on Yang kind of made sense... but it was obvious Darian had just come up with that explanation on the spot.

"Since I'm its rightful owner, my power connects with it perfectly. Watch." He spoke casually and touched the bow.

White power flowed lightly through his hands.

Instantly, everyone squinted — the small bow lit up with a brilliant, pure white glow. No one had ever seen anything like it, but everyone assumed it was due to the artifact's quality — not Darian's power.

While everyone was focused and surprised, Darian quietly slipped a bit of his black power into the bow. It was incredibly subtle — just enough that only someone analyzing it deeply might notice.

The white glow faded. Darian placed the bow back in the center.

"I propose a simple and fair test. Everyone tries to connect to the bow using their internal Yang. Whoever has the best compatibility keeps it. That way, it goes to the one who can actually make the most of its power," Darian said lightly, then turned to the officer leading the meeting. "Sound fair to you?"

The officer nodded in approval — it actually did sound like a good idea.

"Perfect. The one who's chosen will also pay you properly for the artifact."

Darian nodded with a small smile, then turned to the others. "Anyone can try, even a woman; what matters is having pure Yang. But... just a heads-up: if your Yang is too impure, this bow might reject you. The info I got said that if I didn't use my Yang, I could've exploded. It was basically a warning to whoever ends up with it, so they don't kill themselves for no reason."

Everyone nodded, hiding their excitement. Even the smaller clans, who had no hope of getting it before, now had a shot. It would all come down to their own capabilities.

As for the warning — everyone in that room was incredibly powerful, with multiple rings. No one was even slightly afraid of some artifact backlash. If it was being used in battle, sure, it might be dangerous. But just touching it and getting rejected? That wouldn't even leave a scratch.

Darian strolled calmly back to his chair. Rhea watched him closely and narrowed her eyes — she was sure he was up to something.

'That little bastard!' she cursed in her mind, worried, but she couldn't say anything right now.

Once he sat down again, the officer nodded. "Let's begin. Just test your natural body energy on the bow, and we'll all see the results. There's no way anything can go wrong."

The first to stand up was the leader of the Red River Pact Clan.

Instantly, the whole room went silent — like a bucket of cold water had been poured over everyone.

The man smiled and stepped forward. His eyes burned like fire.

He was a well-known figure — everyone in the room knew him... including Darian. His name was Anbon, a very famous and powerful High Human — his blessing let him fight using explosive flames.

Fire was the element closest to Yang. So, if anyone had a good chance of claiming that bow, it was him.

He touched the bow... and a faint, dark red aura formed around the artifact.

Everyone found it odd — it looked totally different from what happened with Darian. It was almost the opposite of that pure white glow.

Still, it was a reaction. Maybe no one else would even manage that. The man just snorted, said nothing, and walked back to his seat.

Darian watched calmly. The bow did react to Yang — that part wasn't a lie. It was actually pretty obvious. But his white power was impossible to replicate, so no one could match that. However...

The second to try was none other than Freon — and Darian's eyes lit up just a bit.

The vice-leader of the Empire's biggest clan walked to the center of the room with steady steps. He stopped in front of the bow, reached out, and touched it without hesitation.

The moment he did, Darian activated the hidden black power.

Everyone in the room instinctively felt that something had gone wrong.

A sudden wave burst out of the bow — a chaotic mix of black energy and a twisted golden glow.

Freon's eyes widened, but he was thrown like a rock into the wall, dragging a heavy chair with him.

*BANG!*

His body slammed hard. A silver armor appeared on him at the last second — an automatic defensive artifact. The wall was intact. He also looked unharmed at first glance.

But when he hit the ground...

The silence broke with a collective murmur.

From the corner of Freon's mouth, thick dark blood started dripping — nearly black. His eyes were wide, and shadowy lines spread across his skin and eyes like living cracks, drawing eerie patterns on his face.

That didn't come from the impact.

Darian just watched in silence. He had left a little gift inside, using his black power to trigger a bit of the bow's power, mixed with his own. It was just a simple activation — that wave didn't have any offensive force, more like a strong gust of wind.

He could control his black power remotely, without causing even the smallest ripple. He learned that trick in the Abyssal Nest — not even the powerful people here would realize it came from him.

When Freon tried to connect with the bow to send his Yang into it, he opened a door, linking the bow to his body. And what slipped through that door... was a black poison.

It was impossible to keep it inside him — these kinds of people were too strong, they'd notice it instantly. So Darian just forced it in and detonated it to do as much damage as possible.

Freon coughed up more blood. His body trembled. The military men rushed to help, one of them popping open a bottle of thick, expensive white liquid and forcing him to drink it.

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His skin started darkening bit by bit, like a curse was spreading from within. It was invisible, but relentless — devouring his vitality fast.

"Fuck..." Freon spat with effort, clutching his chest.

In a panic, he opened his spatial ring and pulled out several emergency vials — each one rarer than the last. Without thinking, he drank them one after another. More than twenty in total, until the advance of the black energy finally began to slow.

He only stopped then, his body still looking cursed and in terrible shape.

At last, breathing heavily, his eyes — now full of black, creepy lines — locked onto a distant figure in the room.

Everyone turned, seeing Darian staring at him with no emotion.

All eyes shifted to the young man.

"Wow... that was... unexpected. Maybe the bow's got refined taste, or maybe it just can't stand pathetic bastards like you. Either way... blaming me is pointless. I warned everyone before."

Freon listened, face twisted in rage, then roared, coughing more blood. "YOU! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"Me?" Darian replied flatly, pointing at himself. "You're not just pathetic, you're delusional. How could I, a beginner with one ring, pull off something like that in front of all of you? Quit spewing bullshit."

The muscular man suddenly stood up, breaking his chair. The whole room started heating up.

"Anbon, don't you dare act arrogant here!"

The high-ranking officer's voice boomed like thunder. Everyone turned to look at him.

"I'm in charge here. He didn't do anything, and he even warned everyone beforehand. If you make a move, don't blame me for being harsh."

The leader of the Red River Pact Clan, Anbon, snorted coldly. He stared at Darian from afar, his eyes like blades. Everyone from the Azure Haven Clan broke into cold sweat — especially Rhea. She was sure Darian had done something. Was he insane?