The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]
Chapter 71: If you run to cross it (TW!)

Chapter 71: If you run to cross it (TW!)

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This Chapter contains sensitive themes that may be distressing to some readers, including references to trauma and emotionally heavy subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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His eyes boredly looked around the area as the town’s population slowly, one by one, began to stir. Figures emerged from behind doors, alleys, and corners, shuffling toward the center of the town square. Without uttering a word, the townspeople—regardless of age, gender, or apparent deformity—lined up in synchronization. Their postures were stiff, movements robotic like an assembly summoned for ritual. The entire town square slowly brimmed with the dungeon’s population, leaving not a patch of cobblestone untouched. And at the very front, standing still as a statue with unmistakable power, was the dungeon’s boss, the little boy.

Cheon Areum had summoned every last person-monster into plain sight, including the boss. Now, he just needed the knives.

His hands moved methodically, pointing toward each house. One by one, from open windows, half-closed doors, and darkened kitchens, the gleam of sharpened metal answered his call.

Household knives—cleavers, paring knives, rusted old blades—all began to gather, lifting into the air like obedient soldiers. They cut through the wind in a low hum, spinning and glinting under the sun. By the time he lowered his hand, the sky above the town square shimmered with an overwhelming swarm of knives, each one hovering with deadly patience, awaiting his command.

"Areum, what are you doing?"

Forcibly turning Cheon Areum by his arm, Yoon Seoyul spoke with a rare urgency. Lee Nari, standing nearby, glanced up. Her expression shifted—first in awe, then unease—as her eyes scanned the sky now smothered with hovering knives. The sheer number of them blotted out most of the sunlight, casting a cold, silver shadow over the town square. The faint beams that managed to slip through glinted off the blades, scattering flecks of light onto the silent, unmoving crowd below.

"Using my energy to do what I should be doing."

Cheon Areum replied emotionlessly, staring Yoon Seoyul right in the eyes when he heard a loud shout coming from the front of the assembly—the closest part of the town square.

"Hyung!"

Knowing full well who it was, Cheon Areum still couldn’t stop himself from glancing in the direction of Rian’s voice. The kid, who had seemed to be under his control, cleanly walked ahead, calling out to him. Cheon Areum had no idea when the kid had broken free from his control—or if he was ever under his control at all.

"Hyung! Look!"

The kid made sure he was watching, locking eyes with him as a single household knife detached from the sky and dropped down, embedding itself neatly at the child’s feet. The next moment unraveled in slow motion for Cheon Areum. The kid changed his appearance to be distinctly close to Rian, his dark hair turning light gray as he picked up the knife, slitting his wrist without hesitation. The knife fell from his hand as a rush of blood came from the open wrist.

"Don’t look, Areum!!"

Yoon Seoyul quickly turned Cheon Areum’s head away, forcing him to face him instead of the child. But it was too late—he had already seen it. All of it. Everything he should never have. Cheon Areum didn’t move.

He stood there, paralyzed, as if even the act of breathing had been abandoned. His limbs hung slack, his heartbeat was nowhere to be felt, his eyes wide and unblinking, stared blankly—unseeing. He completely froze, but then the earth beneath them began to tremble uneasily.

"What’s wrong? Cheon Areum, are you doing this?" _{fre/ew.ebnovel.c om}

Lee Nari crouched down behind Yoon Seoyul as he was suddenly pulled into an embrace. Yoon Seoyul pressed Cheon Areum’s face against his shoulder, shielding his eyes.

"Don’t look."

"You don’t have to look."

A sticky, sickening sound, like something tearing through meat, came in thunders from the town square on Cheon Areum’s side—like rough blades cutting into bodies with difficulty, repeatedly. A mass massacre was happening according to his will, but he saw none of it. He could control everything except his own body.

By the time he could move his numb body again, the sun was setting and the sound of knives stabbing into fleshy bodies stopped. With empty eyes and a face drained of all expression, Cheon Areum listlessly pushed Yoon Seoyul aside, not sparing him even a glance. His hand found the low wall of the rooftop, fingers curling around it as he pulled himself up and over. He dropped down into the town square, landing into a puddle of blood. It looked as if blood had poured from the heavens—every inch soaked, every surface smeared. Mangled body parts lay scattered across the cobblestones, unrecognizable—a bloody mosaic of their recognizable selves.

Cheon Areum bent down, his fingers closing around the handle of a dull, blood-slicked knife resting in the thick crimson pool beneath his feet. Rising slowly, he walked forward toward the single standing man beside the fountain. The once-clear waters now ran red, spilling over the edges like veins splitting open. As Cheon Areum closed the distance, gripping the middle-aged man by his shoulder, he put the knife on his neck, cutting his neck off with sheer force—not the sharpness of the knife.

The blade tore through skin and sinew with a sickening crunch—not clean, but jagged and slow. Blood sprayed in bursts, warm and thick, painting Cheon Areum’s arm as he pushed through until the man’s head finally fell, landing with a wet thud near the fountain’s base.

[Mind Corruption has been deactivated due to extremely low energy levels.]

[To use any of the skills, please bring your energy levels back to normal.]

"Drop the knife, Cheon Areum."

Yoon Seoyul spoke sternly, holding the hand that held the knife. Cheon Areum quietly dropped the knife. More blood splattered onto his shoes and the hem of his pants.

"These things will mess with your head. The fact that these people aren’t humans won’t change much if you repeat something like this."