SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! Chapter 341: Calm Monster

The person targeting him during the actual trial had been Ozai.

But the movie had altered everything.

The character’s face was different.

His hairstyle had changed completely.

Even his height, build, and clothing looked unfamiliar.

The editors had gone to extraordinary lengths to disguise his identity. The character on screen looked like an entirely different person.

Bruce almost admired the effort.

It was impossible to recognize him.

No one watching this film would ever connect the figure on screen to Ozai Thorne.

Bruce folded his arms calmly as he continued watching.

Soon the character’s inner thoughts were revealed through the narration, his quiet monologue layered beneath the tense music.

His na.

Dave.

Bruce blinked slowly.

’Dave?’

He exhaled quietly.

’Well... That was certainly one way to handle things.’

The narrator continued guiding the tension masterfully as the two storylines slowly began to converge.

Bruce clearing the cave.

Dave tracking his movents.

Back and forth the cara moved between them.

The music built gradually.

The audience leaned forward in their seats without even realizing it.

Even Lily’s posture straightened slightly as the tension thickened.

Finally. The mont arrived.

Dave appeared behind Bruce.

Blade raised.

The theater grew completely silent.

The music slowed.

The cara zood in.

Dave swung.

Lily gasped.

Without even realizing it, she grabbed Bruce’s hand tightly.

Her fingers wrapped around his instinctively, squeezing with surprising strength as she stared at the screen with wide frightened eyes.

Bruce glanced down at her briefly.

She was completely focused on the screen, her expression tense with fear.

He didn’t pull away.

Instead, he simply let her hold his hand as the scene unfolded.

On the screen. Bruce who was still sleeping suddenly reacted.

At the very last mont, sothing in his instincts stirred.

His body twisted aside.

The blade sliced through empty air, missing his throat by less than an inch, Dave blocked Bruce’s attack with his...

CLANG!

Gasps erupted across the theater.

"That was close!"

"How did he sense that?!"

The admiration spread quickly through the crowd.

Dave attacked again.

But what followed shocked many viewers.

Bruce didn’t simply defeat him.

He played with him.

The fight beca a strange dance.

Dave launched powerful attacks with fiery abilities, flas erupting from his weapon as he pressed forward aggressively. Each strike carried clear killing intent, bursts of fire lighting the cave walls as molten sparks scattered across the stone floor.

But Bruce moved calmly through every exchange.

His Heal ability flickered repeatedly throughout the battle.

Sotis repairing injuries the instant they appeared.

Sotis enhancing his own stamina.

Sotis used in strange experintal ways that left even the audience confused.

At one mont he deliberately allowed a shallow cut to form across his arm, only to imdiately trigger Heal and observe the regeneration mid combat.

He was testing things.

Learning.

Adapting.

The fight stretched longer than anyone expected.

At tis Dave nearly killed him.

A blade barely grazing his throat.

A violent burst of fla forcing him to retreat deeper into the cave.

Monts where Bruce looked dangerously close to losing.

The audience shifted uneasily in their seats as the tension rose again and again.

But every ti.

Bruce recovered.

And pushed forward.

Slowly.

thodically.

Eventually the battle reached its end.

Dave fell.

The cave grew quiet.

Bruce stood alone.

The screen lingered on the image for several seconds.

A few people in the audience slowly exhaled, only now realizing they had been holding their breath.

The fight had left a powerful impression.

So viewers whispered among themselves.

"That guy’s dangerous..."

"He’s kind of scary..."

Yet many of them still liked him.

There was sothing strangely compelling about the way Bruce fought.

Calm.

Confident.

Almost playful.

Bruce glanced briefly at Lily and Lucy sitting beside him.

He had expected them to react strongly.

But they didn’t.

They were simply watching.

Quiet.

Focused.

Lily’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, admiration shining clearly in them.

Lucy’s expression was more thoughtful, her gaze calm as she studied the version of her son displayed before the entire theater.

They trusted him.

The movie continued.

More battles.

More encounters.

More strategies.

Ti passed quickly within the story.

Thirty minutes into the film.

Nearly two full days had passed inside the trial.

And Bruce was dominating the rankings.

Every ti his na appeared on the glowing leaderboard, murmurs rippled through the audience.

People began anticipating his next appearance.

Whenever the cara returned to Bruce.

The theater grew just a little more attentive.

The audience had found their most interesting player.

And they were eager to see what he would do next.

The film did not linger on Bruce for long.

Instead, the screen slowly faded to black as the narrator’s voice returned once more, calm and steady as it guided the audience deeper into the unfolding trial.

[Day Three.]

[By the third day, the trial had changed.]

The screen lit up again.

What followed was a montage of shifting scenes across the forest, each clip showing a different recruit navigating the increasingly hostile environnt.

The narrator continued.

[The monsters were no longer the greatest threat.]

[By now, most of the creatures in the outer areas had been hunted down.]

[Food was scarce.]

[Mana was limited.]

[And the rankings.]

The leaderboard appeared briefly on the screen.

Nas shifting.

Points climbing.

Positions changing.

[The rankings had begun to matter.]

The audience could feel the tone changing.

The early excitent of the hunt had faded.

What remained was competition.

Survival.

And the growing realization that the easiest way to gain points was no longer through beasts.

It was through each other.

Scenes followed of several recruits confronting one another across ruined clearings and forest paths. So fights were quick and decisive. Others were tense stand offs where neither side dared to make the first move.

Even the audience in the theater seed to sense the darker shift.

A quiet tension spread through the hall.

Then.

A new figure appeared on screen.

The cara opened on a snow dusted clearing.

The wind stirred gently through the branches above.

At the center of it all stood a young woman.

Jean Frost.