SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP!

Chapter 263: CARNAGE…

“You won’t be alone,” Bale added. “Even if it might seem you walk alone, I don’t know if traveler will support your cause, but expect feedback from me soon.”

Bruce nodded once.

The meeting continued after that, details layered atop details. Contingencies. Fallback plans. Names of discreet contacts in other kingdoms. Quiet warnings about where to tread carefully and where not to tread at all. Nothing flashy was decided. No declarations. No banners raised.

But something far more important had been set in motion.

A coordinated response. A silent one.

And when Bruce finally rose from his seat, a single truth lingered in every mind present.

If war came to Velmora, it would not catch them unprepared.

The meeting ended on that note.

For a brief moment afterward, no one spoke. The open chamber seemed to hold its breath, wind curling lazily through the towering pillars as the city sprawled far below. Then one of the women rose from her seat. She didn’t offer parting words, nor did she seek permission. Her gaze met Bruce’s for a single heartbeat, and she gave him a subtle nod, not respect born of rank or obligation, but acknowledgment earned through resolve.

And then, she stepped forward and leapt from the open edge of the tower.

The drop stretched thousands of meters into open air. For a normal person, it would have meant certain death. For her, it meant nothing at all. Her aura flared softly, wrapping around her body like a second skin, lifting her as naturally as breathing. Instead of falling, she simply flew, her figure gliding effortlessly into the open sky before shrinking into the distance.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’SSS-ranked beings. I should reach that level soon…’

At that level, flight was no longer a function of skills or class abilities. Aura alone was enough. By exerting it with perfect control, they could deny gravity entirely, moving as freely as thought itself. It was the same principle Bane had used, silently hovering during the raid on the SSS-ranked Labyrinth. Bruce was yet to forget the promise he made to Sophie to surprise her with flight.

Meanwhile, one by one, the others followed.

Some leapt without hesitation, bodies vanishing in controlled arcs of motion. Some stepped forward calmly, as though the sky itself were solid ground beneath their feet. Others blurred from sight, movement so precise it bordered on teleportation. Only then did Bruce realize.

None of them had arrived here the same way he had. He had used the elevator, but they had probably flown directly to the top of the tower.

Soon, the vast open chamber fell quiet once more, the echoes of power dispersing into the wind. Only four figures remained.

Bruce. Bale. And two men who now approached him directly.

Unlike the others, these two did not leave immediately. One of them stepped forward first, extending his hand with an easy confidence. Bruce accepted it without hesitation.

“You can call me Carnage,” the man said, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips.

Bruce raised an eyebrow slightly. “Is that your birth name?”

He kept his tone light, mirroring the man’s obvious attempt to establish rapport. To his mild surprise, Carnage nodded.

“It is,” he said. “Unusual, I know. My parents had… interesting tastes.”

Bruce laughed softly. “That’s a unique name.”

“Indeed,” Carnage replied with a chuckle. “Weird, maybe, but I’ve grown to like it. To me, there’s no better name.”

He cleared his throat and gestured toward the man beside him. “This is David. We’ll be your primary informant. Between the two of us, we’ll make sure you get everything the Adventurer Guild wants you to know.”

Bruce nodded in acknowledgment.

“We already have your ID,” David added calmly. “We’ve sent you a direct message through V-Net’s SmartChat. That’ll be our main channel of communication.”

Bruce glanced down and activated his bracelet. The interface shimmered to life, and there it was, SmartChat. The same method Varek had used back then, when the Reign family’s head guard had sent him the coordinates to the Labyrinth portal.

Efficient. Secure. Familiar, like almost similar to the WhatsApp app he used back on earth with smart phones of Earth.

The two men shook his hand once more before stepping back.

David gave him a firm nod. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You have the full support of the Adventurer Guild. Through our methods, every branch across all twelve kingdoms of Velmora will back you.”

With that, they turned.

And like the others before them, stepped off the open, balcony-like edge of the tower.

Aura flared. Bodies lifted. And then they were gone.

Bruce remained where he was, the wind brushing past him as the city stretched endlessly below, streets and districts layered like a living organism. Bale stood beside him, watching the last traces of aura fade into the distance.

“…Looks like things are finally moving,” Bale said quietly.

Bruce didn’t answer right away.

His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where sky met land and possibilities bled into one another.

“Yes.” …

They were moving.

And this time, the world was moving with him.

“I’ll contact the Traveler,” Bale said as they stood near the open edge of the balcony, wind tugging faintly at his coat. “I’ll send you his ID once I’ve spoken to him. Expect feedback from me soon.”

“Okay,” Bruce replied simply.

There was nothing more to say. He turned away from the open sky and headed for the elevator. He could have jumped, taken the same path the others had, descended in a single effortless motion and landed without a scratch, but that would draw far too much attention. The pub below was already loud, already chaotic. Bruce had no intention of announcing his departure to half the city.

The elevator doors slid shut with a muted hum, sealing him inside as the platform began its descent.

Silent.

Controlled.

Just the way he preferred it.

After Bruce left, the wind swept across the open chamber once more, carrying away the last traces of his presence. Bale remained standing near the balcony for a few seconds longer before finally exhaling, a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the tension seeping out of him now that the pressure was gone.