SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 225: A Sovereign Acknowledges Fear...
Chapter 225: A Sovereign Acknowledges Fear…
“I-I’ll make sure… your will… comes to pass…”
The moment the words left his mouth, something shifted.
Zorvak heard him. The killing intent within Zorvak faltered.
Zorvak inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, dragging control back over himself with visible effort. His aura retracted inward in jagged waves, the suffocating pressure easing just enough for the dungeon world to breathe again.
Vexor collapsed forward onto one hand, gasping violently, lungs burning as he dragged in air like a drowning man hauled back to the surface. His entire body shook, but he was alive.
Barely.
“I’ve lost my will,” Zorvak said quietly now, his voice cold and stripped of chaos. “To an inhabitant of an SSS world.”
A soft laugh escaped him. There was no humor in it.
“I performed even worse than my brother.”
Vexor stiffened but remained silent.
“You were right,” Zorvak continued. “This world is definitely not normal. We underestimated it.”
His eyes burned with renewed clarity, no longer wild, but far more dangerous. “We will take it seriously,” he said slowly. “But do not seek eldest brother’s help yet. Not now.”
Vexor nodded faintly, still struggling to steady his breathing.
“I can still handle this,” Zorvak said, authority settling back into his tone. “We will conquer this world, just like the one before it.”
His lips curled slightly.
“But unlike every other world… we will erase every existence living in it.”
The words were calm. Final.
“Their existence is an insult to me,” Zorvak continued, eyes narrowing as the memory of that quiet lake resurfaced in his mind. “They will forever remind me of this failure.”
His gaze turned icy. “It is better for them not to exist.”
Vexor bowed deeply. “As you command, Lord Zorvak.”
Zorvak lifted his head, gaze locking onto a distant presence tearing through the Labyrinth at terrifying speed. Even from here, he could feel it clearly now, heavy, controlled, sharp.
Bane Reign.
Despite the speed at which Bane moved, he was still far. Zorvak didn’t sneer. He didn’t scoff. After what he had experienced, his arrogance was gone. He no longer underestimated anything connected to this world.
Not anymore.
His eyes narrowed, calculating.
“This one…” Zorvak murmured. “We deal with carefully.”
The Labyrinth trembled softly as two monsters from different worlds closed in on the same battlefield, each carrying histories soaked in blood, loss, and vengeance.
And this time.
Zorvak was watching Bane closely as he let out a low sigh.
“I have no memory of what happened in the clash of will,” Zorvak said quietly, eyes still fixed on the distant figure tearing through the Labyrinth. “Had I not had lesser wills linked to other Labyrinths, then this body would have already become a hollow shell.”
His jaw tightened.
“As of right now, with my main will completely devoured, I cannot take the risk of partaking in any clash of will anytime soon.”
The admission carried more weight than any roar of rage. It was the voice of a Sovereign who had just learned that even he was not untouchable.
Vexor straightened beside him, the last remnants of strain still faintly visible in his posture. He bowed slightly, respectful, careful with his words.
“Your caution is wise, Lord Zorvak,” Vexor said evenly. “Even a blade that has cut a thousand worlds must be sheathed when it is chipped. What happened here was no accident. That being was not normal.”
Zorvak’s eyes narrowed.
“No,” he replied. “He is not.”
Then Vexor continued.
His voice was calm, deep, and unhurried, yet laced with something rare for a being like him, respect.
“…To lose one’s core will and still stand is no small feat, Zorvak. Most entities at your level would have shattered entirely. The fact that you remain, even fragmented, means that thing did not merely overpower you… it defied the very laws that govern will itself, But you taking caution such being won’t be able to defeat you a second time.”
Zorvak’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening.
“Defied…” he repeated softly. “Yes. That is exactly what it felt like. As if my authority meant nothing. As if my existence was just… something it could consume, I felt the main will’s emotions during the clash, and what I felt was really absurd… From feeling like everything was under control to shifting to absolute despair.”
Vexor sighed inwardly, he couldn’t come to imagine how strong was the will of such being is for it to defeat Zorvak.
“This world is not what it pretends to be,” he said. “Nor are the beings within it. A will capable of devouring yours is not something born from normal laws. It is something that stands outside them.”
Zorvak let out a bitter, humorless laugh.
“I have ruled over countless domains. I have crushed Labyrinths, enslaved worlds, and bent realities to my design. And yet… here, in this insignificant realm, I was nearly erased.”
Silence fell again, heavier this time.
At this point, they both understood.
This world was not to be underestimated. Not its champions. And certainly not the one who had devoured a will that should have been untouchable for people of this world.
Vexor’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“If we act carelessly here,” he said quietly, “we will not merely fail… we will be undone.”
Zorvak’s fingers curled into a slow, trembling fist.
“…And I do not intend to become a hollow anytime soon.”
Meanwhile, at that moment.
A notification appeared before Bruce’s eyes.
[You’ve won the Clash of Wills.]
[You’ve claimed the Skeletal Labyrinth Ossyrix.]
[Skeletal Labyrinth Ossyrix has formed a new loyal will.]
[Do you wish to change the name of the Labyrinth?]
[Y / N]
Bruce barely even blinked.
“No.”
The name was fine.
And in the end… it wouldn’t matter anyway.
He planned to feed the entire thing to Axiom sooner or later. A name was just a temporary label for something already condemned to be consumed.
The interface dissolved.
And the Labyrinth responded.
The air in front of Bruce twisted, congealing into a crimson spectral form. Bone and light folded together, shaping a tall skeletal figure made of scarlet will and fading soul flame. It was not fully physical, not fully spiritual, something born from the Labyrinth’s consciousness itself.
The figure stepped forward.
Then it dropped to one knee.
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