SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 211: Vitality Sovereign!
Chapter 211: Vitality Sovereign!
The countdown reached zero.
And the world broke.
Space folded inward, not violently, but decisively, like reality itself was being shut and reopened somewhere else. There was a brief, suffocating compression, followed by the sensation of being dragged through a narrow point that refused to stretch, refused to accommodate.
Then as Bruce’s boots struck solid ground.
The teleportation circle beneath his feet flared once, ancient runes blazing to life before dimming into nothingness. Residual light scattered outward like dying embers, lingering for a heartbeat longer before fading completely.
Velmora.
He was back.
Bruce inhaled sharply as gravity asserted itself in full. Heavier. Denser. The world pressed down on him in a way the Nether never had. Mana saturated the air here, thick, abundant, aggressive, pressing against his skin, flooding his lungs, vibrating through his bones. It was loud. Alive. Relentless.
For half a second, his balance wavered.
Then he steadied.
The forest of the Axiom’s Labyrinth resolved around him, roots twisting through ancient stone, towering trees looming overhead, the distant hum of mana threading through everything.
Real. Unmistakably real.
Bruce didn’t move. He stayed where he was, letting the aftershock of teleportation pass through his body. Something felt… different. Not injured. Not strained, but settled. It was a strange feeling…
As if something fundamental had been anchored deep within him during the transition.
He flexed his fingers and drew on the mana within himself.
It answered instantly. It answered Fully and unrestricted.
Feeling the full force of his SS Rank power respond without delay, Bruce couldn’t help but smile. The lingering sense of suppression he had grown accustomed to in the Nether was gone, stripped away completely. In its absence, a strange euphoria swelled in his chest, quiet, steady, intoxicating.
’This is how it’s supposed to be’
Without hesitation, he reached into his spatial ring and summoned every bottle, vial, and sealed container of poison he had collected in the Nether. One by one, they hovered before him. Bruce removed the caps and drank them all.
Even Violetbane extract was no exception.
These poisons had been born and refined in the Nether’s environment, their toxicity enhanced by Nether energy itself. As he swallowed the last vial, Bruce couldn’t help but wonder if someone infused with Nether energy would be suppressed in this world the same way he had been suppressed there.
The answer came immediately.
System prompts erupted before his eyes.
[You’ve been poisoned by Violetbane poison.]
[You’ve been poisoned by.]
[You’ve been poisoned by.]
The list kept going.
Notification after notification flooded in, climbing past ten, past twenty, past fifty different toxins, every poison Bruce had managed to acquire in the Nether Realm.
With poison in such overwhelming quantities, even an SS Rank existence with natural resistance would be crippled within seconds.
But Bruce didn’t care.
Then his expression shifted.
One notification stood apart from the rest.
[You’ve been poisoned by Nether Energy. Cure Nether poisoning at once or your mana will be corrupted.]
Just as the combined effects of the poisons slammed into his body, Bruce smiled. ’Heal.’
The world responded.
[You’ve gained immunity to Violetbane poison.]
[Your resistance to poisons has increased.]
[You’ve gained immunity to.]
[You’ve been cured of Nether poisoning.]
[You’ve gained immunity to Nether poisoning.]
The notifications cascaded endlessly, overlapping, stacking, resolving one after another as the system processed the result.
In the next second, every poisoned status vanished.
Bruce stood there, unharmed, untainted, his mana flowing clean and stable within him. He looked over the fading prompts, eyes calm, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.
’After heal and Immunity notifications. It had been so long.’
And as the forest of Velmora breathed around him once more, Bruce Ackerman felt it clearly, unmistakably.
’It’s good to be back.’
Bruce’s gaze shifted, settling on a tree beside him.
Tall. Thick-barked. Brimming with life.
Now to test my Authority.
Based on the description alone, and the fact that it directly targeted vitality, Bruce already had a general understanding of how it should function. Theory was one thing, but he needed confirmation.
In the next instant, he flexed his will.
Vitality Sovereign descended upon the tree.
There was no explosion. No violent backlash. No visible wave of energy. And yet, the change was immediate. The tree’s abundant vitality was seized and pressed down under the full weight of Bruce’s Authority. Life itself recoiled. Leaves curled inward as their color drained, bark dulling as the flow sustaining it was throttled mercilessly.
Bruce suppressed the vitality to the bare minimum.
By the time he released his hold, the tree stood dry and brittle, its branches stripped bare, every leaf scattered lifelessly across the forest floor. It looked no different from a dead tree abandoned by time.
No skill had been activated. No conscious command issued. No mana spent.
He hadn’t even tried.
Bruce smiled faintly as he studied the withered trunk. Though it appeared dead, he could still perceive its vitality clearly, reduced to a fragile ember, barely clinging to existence. After all, he was the one who had forced it to that state.
Then he shifted his will again.
This time, he boosted it.
Vitality surged, not forced, not violent, but enhanced and guided. The ember flared. Slowly at first, then faster. Cracks in the bark sealed. Green returned to brown. Buds formed, unfurled, and blossomed. Leaves spread outward in layers as life reclaimed every branch.
Within moments, the tree stood whole again.
Thriving.
Bruce’s smile deepened.
Before, healing required mana. Precision. Cost. Expenditure.
Now, with direct control over vitality itself, he could heal without mana if he wished.
Now?
Order was imposed simply by existing.
This Authority wasn’t just powerful, it was fundamental. Elegant. Absolute in a way that defied conventional mechanics. For the first time since the trial began, Bruce felt it clearly.
It had been worth it.
He straightened slowly, gaze lifting as memory caught up with him.
Seven days.
A different world. Different rules. Lives saved through persistence rather than overwhelming force.
No miracles.
Only skill. Only knowledge. Only himself.
“…Good,” Bruce murmured quietly. “That answers that.”
He rolled his shoulders once, grounding himself.
He exhaled slowly and deliberately suppressed his presence.
His own vitality obeyed.
The ambient pressure receded at once, the forest settling back into its natural rhythm as though nothing extraordinary had occurred. Only then did Bruce allow himself to relax, just a fraction.
He looked down at his hands and closed them into fists.
He was full of excitement
