SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 227: Straight Into Hell!

Chapter 227: Straight Into Hell!

Sophie felt the shift, felt the power settled on her shadow, but she did not resist. She knew those beasts belonged to him. And she knew he was doing this for her.

Bruce tightened his grip around her and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

“Ossyrix,” he said calmly, his will brushing against the Labyrinth’s loyal consciousness, “teleport us out.”

Space folded.

The ruined boss area vanished.

In the next instant, they were outside, standing at the edge of the Labyrinth’s exit as chaos still raged across Reignland in the distance. Bruce did not slow down. He leaned forward and sprinted, carrying Sophie as if she weighed nothing, his speed tearing through the air, already moving toward the next battlefield.

“The rest of the dungeons are most likely Labyrinths like this one,” Bruce said calmly as the world blurred around them. “We handle the S and SS labyrinth first…”

His eyes hardened, focused, predatory.

“…before we go help your father.”

A distortion in space formed ahead of them as the Labyrinth gateway materialized, a portal of warped light pulsing with dense necrotic mana. Bruce didn’t slow.

He stepped straight through with Sophie still in his arms, reality bending around them as the Labyrinth’s layers peeled away. The world twisted, stretched, then snapped back into place as they emerged inside the next domain of death.

Bruce immediately released Sophie, lowering her carefully to her feet instead of simply setting her down. The last thing he needed was to appear before Reign family forces carrying her like some romantic spectacle.

Even now, the atmosphere inside the Labyrinth was suffocating, thick with mana pressure, bloodlust, and the lingering stench of decay. Battle was already raging.

This Labyrinth was different. Like the one before, it was filled with undead, but these were not humanoid skeletons. These were beasts, monstrous skeletal predators prowling across fractured terrain.

Massive tiger-like forms stalked through the rubble, their elongated frames radiating faint necrotic light as hollow eyes tracked movement with predatory intent. Others were far larger, towering undead that rivaled mutant elephants in size, their ribcages wide enough to form cages, their horned skulls massive and brutal, each step shaking the Labyrinth floor as if the world itself recoiled from their presence. And worse, every one of them carried Zorvak’s undying curse.

Even when shattered, even when reduced to scattered bone, their bodies crawled back together, reforging themselves in defiance of death.

Ahead of them, Reign family forces were already engaged, led by a powerful S Ranked Awakened. Lines of elite fighters held the front, carving through waves of undead beasts while mana cannons and skill bombardments lit the battlefield in violent bursts of blue, red, and gold.

It was organized, disciplined, and deadly, but the curse made it a slow, grinding war of attrition where every victory was temporary and every kill was undone moments later.

Bruce exhaled softly. “Go.”

At his command, Shadow Wolves peeled away from his and Sophie’s shadows, streaking forward in blurs of darkness. They plunged straight into the undead horde, ripping through cursed bone beasts with brutal efficiency, tearing cores apart, crushing skulls, pinning regeneration points before the curse could restore them.

The battlefield shifted almost instantly. Reign family soldiers tensed as new entities erupted into the Labyrinth, some raising weapons out of instinct until they realized something was wrong.

The Shadow Wolves weren’t attacking them. They were annihilating the undead faster than anything they had seen since entering this place.

Only then did the raiders notice the two figures standing calmly behind their lines. One was Sophie Reign. The other was an unfamiliar man, powerful, unnervingly calm, and standing far too close to her.

A ripple of silent tension passed through the formation. Very few people had ever seen Sophie and Bruce together.

Outside of Bane Reign and a handful of elite guards, almost no one even knew the connection existed, and now here they were, side by side in the heart of a cursed Labyrinth.

Sophie stepped forward, her presence cutting through the noise of battle. “Where’s the rest of the squad?”

The S Ranked commander hesitated, then answered quickly. “They’re engaging the boss ahead. We’re holding the line to keep the fodder from overwhelming the main force.”

Sophie nodded once.

“Bruce and I are going in.”

There was no hesitation in her voice. The soldiers felt it immediately, the weight behind her words, the quiet authority of the Reign heiress standing on the front lines. Bruce’s presence at her back made it heavier, colder, more absolute. Sophie did not wait for confirmation. She turned and moved forward, and Bruce followed at her side as they went deeper into the Dungeon, leaving the stunned Reign forces behind.

The Labyrinth grew darker the farther they went. Necrotic mist clung to the ground, and the air itself carried the stench of undeath. Soon, they reached another battlefield where three S Ranked Awakeneds were locked in brutal combat against two towering Bone Kings. The sight was unexpected. This Labyrinth’s fodder was made of mutated bone beasts rather than humanoid skeletons, so the bosses should have been different as well, but none of that mattered now.

Their goal had not changed.

Sophie did not waste time. She stepped forward and quickly briefed the S Rankers, explaining that with Bruce’s help, they could bypass the undying trait of the undead and finally kill these monsters for good. The Awakeneds exchanged looks. They had no way to counter the curse themselves. Every strike they landed was undone moments later. In the end, they had no choice but to trust the Reign heiress.

With that settled, Bruce and Sophie moved past them, accelerating together as they slipped through the chaos and pushed deeper into the Labyrinth. Shadow Wolves tore ahead of them, clearing a path through bone and curse alike, while Bruce released his aura, scanning the horizon of the Labyrinth itself.

He was searching for the Rune Stone.

It did not take long.

A hidden chamber revealed itself beneath layers of spatial distortion and necrotic mana, and at its center stood the Labyrinth’s core, an ancient Rune Stone pulsing with dull, corrupted light. Bruce approached it without hesitation.