SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! Chapter 301: Immunity Forged In Ice

The beasts were without eyes, but it was their mouths that made the air feel wrong.

Their snouts curved forward like warped seahorses, elongated and narrow, ending in spiraled openings lined with vibrating cartilage ridges. The ridges quivered even before sound erged, as if the creatures were tuning instrunts rather than preparing to attack.

They took a deep loud breath inhaling.

The sound of that inhale alone prickled against Bruce’s skin.

Then they scread.

The noise didn’t travel like ordinary sound. It pulsed, compressing the air into visible concentric distortions, the sky itself seeming to vibrate like struck glass. Rings of warped atmosphere expanded outward in layered waves, overlapping, stacking upon one another in perfect synchronization.

It wasn’t chaos. It was harmony.

A weaponized chorus.

The first wave struck Duke and Isolde, and parted. The two SSS-tier figures moved through the sky like sovereigns untouched by natural law, the invisible pressure of their existence bending the sonic assault away from them before it arrived. The Pale Screechers instinctively veered aside, the layered shriek fracturing as it neared the two apex beings.

But Bruce had hidden his aura.

To the Labyrinth, he was rely another powerful intruder. And the full force of the scream hit him without rcy.

Pain detonated behind his eyes. His ears rang violently, twin explosions inside his skull. The visible sound waves slamd into his body like invisible hamrs, distorting the air around him. His balance wavered, inner equilibrium shattered in an instant.

A thin line of blood trickled from one ear.

He frowned faintly.

The second wave hit harder. The harmonics adjusted, targeting disorientation specifically, his vision tilted, the world skewing as nausea rippled through his senses. Snow below fractured outward in spiderweb cracks from the sheer acoustic pressure, ice formations shuddering as the air itself seed to scream.

"These ones are a bit strange," he muttered, calm despite the violent ringing in his skull.

Another synchronized shriek followed imdiately, frequencies stacking higher and sharper.

Bruce raised a hand casually.

’Heal.’

A warm light threaded through his inner ear in an instant, sealing ruptured mbranes, stabilizing damaged neural pathways, recalibrating his sense of balance with surgical precision. The dizziness vanished as quickly as it had co.

[You’ve healed.]

[Immunity to sonic disruption acquired.]

The third wave struck.

And did nothing.

Bruce blinked once, head tilting slightly as the rippling air passed over him like wind over stone.

"Oh."

The Pale Screechers faltered mid-harmony, their coordination breaking for a fraction of a second as their primary weapon failed to yield its expected result. Confusion rippled through the swarm, thousands of eyeless heads angling toward the figure that should have been convulsing but was instead standing perfectly still.

Bruce didn’t waste that opening.

Vitality Sovereign expanded upward.

The invisible field climbed into the sky like an unseen do, spreading through the layered formations of screaming bodies. It didn’t burn. Didn’t crush with spectacle. It pressed, and every Pale Screecher within range felt their vitality compress inward as if an invisible hand had closed around their cores.

Wings stuttered. The harmonized shriek fractured into scattered, broken notes, a symphony collapsing mid-performance.

One by one, thousands of pale forms dropped from the sky like snowfall made of bone.

Bodies struck the frozen earth in dull, heavy thuds. The synchronized chorus collapsed into silence as their strength withered to a faint flicker. The snowfield beca littered with gaunt shapes twitching weakly, their terrifying coordination rendered aningless in seconds.

Bruce didn’t even glance upward again.

To any A-Rank party, that swarm would have been annihilation. To him, it was calibration.

He accelerated, wind slicing past as the terrain shifted yet again. The open ice plains narrowed into jagged valleys carved by ancient glaciers, towering walls of blue-white ice rising on either side, their surfaces etched with frozen ti. Snow mist drifted low to the ground, swirling around his boots like restless spirits.

Then he felt it.

Pressure. Not environntal. Predatory.

The air shimred faintly against the endless white backdrop. For a mont it seed as though the snow itself was bending, light refracting where it shouldn’t, shadows falling at wrong angles.

Then they stepped out of it.

Ri Stalkers.

Lupine shapes materialized as though erging from the snow’s own reflection, their fur refracting light, bending the whiteness around them so completely that they were nearly invisible until motion betrayed them. Massive bodies the size of warhorses moved with unsettling silence, muscle rippling beneath crystalline coats that glittered faintly like hoarfrost.

Their eyes glowed silver. They didn’t howl.

They circled.

Five to his left. Three behind. Two ahead.

Perfect spacing. Perfect angles. A kill-box assembled in seconds with the quiet efficiency of professionals.

Bruce felt the faint subsonic vibration through the ice beneath his boots, communication pulses traveling through the frozen ground. They weren’t coordinating through sound alone. They were speaking through tremors.

"Clever," he murmured.

The largest among them, the alpha, exhaled. Its breath condensed into a dense plu that flash-froze the surrounding air, and a blinding fog of crystallized frost erupted outward, swallowing Bruce’s vision in white.

And then they struck.

Three from behind. Two from the flank. The alpha from the front.

Bruce didn’t dodge the first bite.

He slowed intentionally.

The alpha’s jaws clamped down on his shoulder, ice-crystalline fangs piercing cloth and skin. Cold venom flooded instantly into his bloodstream, and he felt it as a biting, invasive chill racing through his veins. His blood began to crystallize. Veins along his arm turned pale blue, frost creeping beneath his skin as the venom attempted to convert liquid life into brittle structure.

Bruce exhaled softly.

’Heal.’

The progression froze mid-course. Reversed. The crystallizing venom shattered into harmless motes within his bloodstream, purged and analyzed in the sa breath.

[You’ve healed.]

[Immunity to crystallizing venom acquired.]

The alpha’s silver eyes widened as the expected convulsion never ca.

Bruce’s hand shot up and seized its jaw mid-bite. "Nice," he said quietly.

The thrill of acquisition pulsed faintly in his chest, not from pain, but from adaptation. Another weapon rendered harmless. Another immunity added to a growing arsenal.

He twisted and flung the massive wolf sideways. The Ri Stalker tumbled across the ice like a thrown boulder, carving deep trenches before skidding to a halt. It rose again, shaking, alive, furious, but no longer dominant.