SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! Chapter 409: The Anomaly’s Gift

Duke received the news the way Duke received most things, which was sitting down, with a cup of sothing warm, in a room filled with milfs, having fun like he always does...

He felt the domain settle over Velmora and he set his cup down with the particular deliberateness of a man who has just received information that requires his full attention.

He extended his perception carefully, asuring what he could reach of it, finding the sa absence of edges that everyone else with sufficient sensitivity had found.

Then he found the aura at the centre of it.

He sat with that for a mont.

Then he picked his cup back up.

"It’s him," he said, to the empty room. "Stronger again."

He shook his head slowly, but the expression on his face was not disappointnt. It was the expression of soone watching sothing unfold that they had suspected was possible but hadn’t been entirely sure they would live to see.

"The Anomaly of Velmora," he said quietly.

He took a sip of his drink.

"This new generation really is sothing else."

.....

anwhile, Bruce held the domain steady across Velmora and kept the heal running, this ti he has already completely cleared Velmora of all Invaders... Only invaders who might be in dungeons or labyrinth which is a completely different pocket space separated from Velmora, it’s only Invaders in such a place that where safe...

They should all co out sooner or later when they’re done with their various business... Bruce will make sure to scan Velmora for more invaders from ti to ti...

Anyways, why he was still keeping his domain active was because he now wants to do thesa thing he did on earth, which was boosting everyone base strength.

But his current circumstances was different from Earth. On Earth the people had been weak by any real standard, S Rank at the very ceiling, most of them far below that. The boost had moved through them quickly, the resistance low, the capacity open.

Velmora was different. Velmora had SSS Ranked beings walking around in it, people who had spent years or decades pushing their bodies to the absolute limit of what their rank allowed. The heal still worked on them. But it worked differently. Like trying to fill sothing that was already almost full.

He kept going anyway, moving through the domain, threading the heal into every corner of the realm.

Towns and cities and the spaces between them. Weak protected villages and border settlents and the quiet places where people lived without titles or guilds or any particular ambition beyond making it through the season. All of it.

He worked for a few hours.

And then, gradually, he started to feel it.

Not resistance from himself.

But resistance from the body he’s giving the boost. It ca from the people themselves, from their ranks, the invisible ceiling that every class carried inside it like a locked door. D Ranks hitting the wall of what a D Rank body could physically hold. C Ranks the sa.

All the way up through the letters to SSS, each one with its own boundary, its own limit on base strength and speed and vitality that the rank itself enforced regardless of what was being poured in from outside.

Bruce understood it imdiately.

Every rank had a floor and a ceiling. The heal could raise soone to the ceiling of where they already were. It couldn’t break the ceiling for them. That required sothing else. Trials. Evolution.

The individual work of pushing through a threshold with your own strength and your own will. No outside force could do that part. Not even his.

He pulled the heal back gradually and let the domain settle into a passive state.

Everyone in Velmora had reached the limit of what their current rank could hold.

What they did with that was up to them.

...

Bane noticed the difference the mont it finished.

He had been in the middle of reviewing supply ledgers for the wedding arrangents, which was exactly the kind of work he did not enjoy but handled personally because delegation had a way of producing results he then had to fix.

He had been reading the sa line for the third ti when the warmth arrived, and after that the ledger stopped mattering entirely.

He set it down.

He stood up slowly and turned away from the table and raised one hand, opening and closing it. Once. Twice.

He could feel sothing in the motion that hadn’t been there an hour ago. Not a new sensation exactly but an amplified one, like a sound that had always been present suddenly turned up to a volu where you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He made a fist.

The air around his knuckles shifted. A faint pressure, barely visible, the space around his hand compressing slightly under the force being contained in it.

He could feel sothing at the edges of his perception that he hadn’t been able to reach before. Space. The actual fabric of it, not as an abstract concept but as a physical thing, present and close and thinner than it had seed yesterday. Like a mbrane he could almost push his fingers through if he pressed hard enough.

He unclenched his fist carefully and took a slow breath.

He did not test it. He was standing in a room full of furniture and ledgers and the accumulated materials of wedding planning, and tearing space in an enclosed area was the kind of decision that had consequences he didn’t feel like explaining to anyone.

But the fact that he could feel it at all.

He looked at his hand for a long mont.

"I can feel it," he said quietly, to the empty room. The excitent in his voice was real but controlled, the way a man who has been doing this for a long ti expresses sothing that genuinely moves him. Quiet. Certain. "I’m closer to a million tons of force than I’ve ever been."

He closed his hand again, more slowly this ti.

"So this is what the legendary million feels like...."

The na arrived before the mory did.

Zorvak.

It surfaced the way unpleasant things surface, without being invited, carrying everything attached to it. Bane’s expression changed.

The excitent didn’t leave entirely but sothing harder moved in alongside it, settling in the set of his jaw and the stillness that ca over him.

He rembered the encounter the way you rember sothing that left a mark. With the particular clarity that cos from a mont where things could have gone a very different way.

Zorvak had not been loud about his power. That was what made it worse in so ways. He had been almost conversational. Standing there with that faint smile, that tilted head, like he was explaining sothing to a child who had asked a question above their level.

"This world has rules," he had said. "Crude ones. Simple ones. They bind you whether you acknowledge them or not."

Bane could still hear the exact tone. Instructional. Unhurried. The voice of soone who had already decided how the conversation ended before it began.

"As long as you are yet to reach one million tons of force, defeating or my subordinate is nothing more than a dream."

He had said it simply. Not cruelly, which sohow made it worse. Just as a fact being stated for the record. The way you tell soone the weather.

"You are strong," Zorvak had continued. "Stronger than most inhabitants of this SSS world. Strong enough to make the weak kneel."

Bane rembered the pause before the next part. The slight lean forward.

"But your class caps you. No matter how talented you are. No matter how refined your control. The ceiling is still there."

"I, however, am not."

Bane’s hand tightened at his side without him deciding to tighten it.

He rembered what helpless had felt like in that mont. Not the word. The actual sensation of it. Standing in front of sothing that was operating in a different category entirely and understanding with complete clarity that nothing in your current arsenal was going to change the outco. That was a feeling Bane did not carry often. He was not built for it. It sat in him wrong, like sothing that had never fully dissolved.

If Zorvak and Vexor had not left when they did. If Adoni’s situation hadn’t pulled them away at that mont.

He didn’t finish the thought. There was no point finishing it. It had gone the way it went. They had walked away. And Bane had still been standing when the encounter ended.

But standing wasn’t the sa as winning.

He exhaled slowly through his nose.

"One million tons," he said. The words were quiet but there was iron in them. "Whatever ceiling is sitting between and that number, I’ll break it."

He looked at his hand one more ti. The potential sitting in it now, the new density of strength the heal had given him, the closeness he could feel to a threshold he had been chasing for longer than he cared to asure.

"When you two co back," he said, and his voice dropped to sothing low and even, "you’ll find a different answer waiting."