SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 314: Divinity in Decline...

Chapter 314: Divinity in Decline…

But Bruce was not ordinary.

Every time fatigue clawed at his consciousness, Heal flowed through his mind as well. Cleansing microfractures in focus. Restoring clarity. He burned through cognitive strain and rebuilt it instantly, a closed loop of destruction and restoration that no other living being could sustain. No one else could maintain Sovereign pressure while being pulverized inside a god crafted prison.

The Turtles were too blinded by triumph to notice.

They saw only a creature refusing to die. An anomaly. An irritation that persisted beyond reason. They did not see their own vitality destabilizing in increments too small for pride to measure.

The hammer fell again. This time he caught it, not to stop it, but to let it drive him downward while his Authority surged upward in counterpressure. The staff smashed into his back simultaneously. The shield crushed into his side.

He became the epicenter of contained devastation.

Golden light blazed brighter than before, illuminating the interior of the four shell domes in radiant arcs. His body reformed faster now. Denser. More resistant. The adaptive loop was accelerating, each heal building on the last, each recovery slightly more efficient than the one before.

The next hammer strike did not sink as deeply.

The next staff blow did not fracture as cleanly.

The next shield bash moved him less distance.

They noticed.

Their red eyes sharpened. More force.

They stepped in tighter, forms nearly touching as they encircled him completely. The Domain compressed further. Air thickened. The ice beneath them compacted into something closer to diamond.

They roared again in unified exhilaration, the sound of gods reasserting dominion over an insect that had forgotten its place.

Bruce wiped blood from his chin with the back of his hand. Breath ragged but steady.

His smile widened.

Heal pulsed. Vitality Sovereign pressed deeper.

He could feel it clearly now. Their vitality, vast, layered, ancient, was no longer perfectly stable. Micro fluctuations rippled beneath their reinforced shells. The thread he had sensed before was no longer singular.

It was becoming a weave.

“Not yet,” he whispered as another hammer slammed into his ribs and forced him to one knee.

Golden light surged again.

He rose.

“Soon.”

They struck him harder. Poured more hatred, more law, more amplification into every blow. They pressed their Domains tighter, convinced that pressure would end him, that enough force, enough repetition, enough certainty would finally break the thing that refused to stay broken.

He endured.

Heal after Heal. Adaptation stacking. Vitality siphoning unseen.

Inside the sealed Domain of four supreme Aegisshell Turtles, the gods believed they were crushing a mortal.

And the mortal, smiling faintly through blood and shattered ice, was slowly draining their divinity.

Hammer. Staff. Shield. The rhythm continued like a war drum inside the suffocating shell of their Domain, a relentless cadence that turned the enclosed battlefield into a crucible of force and fury. Bruce stood at the center of it, golden light flickering across skin layered with dried blood and freshly torn wounds, his breath slow despite the violence, his eyes steady despite the oppression pressing against his will. Vitality Sovereign spread invisibly from him like mist across a battlefield no one else could perceive, brushing against titanic life forces that believed themselves untouchable.

They were hitting harder now. He could feel the escalation in the density of each strike, in the way the Domain pulsed in rhythm with their aggression. The first humanoid Aegishell turtle stepped in with deliberate weight, warhammer rising high above its armored head. The red glow in its eyes intensified, and the Bastion Pulse stored within the hammerhead hummed like a restrained avalanche waiting for release. The blow came down with catastrophic intent. Bruce braced and took it head on. The impact crushed him downward, compressing the ice beneath him into a dense crater as if the world itself had been forced to bow. His ribs bent inward; his shoulder joint nearly dislocated under the sheer pressure. For a fraction of a second, his vision turned white and silent.

Heal answered.

Golden light erupted through torn muscle and fractured bone, snapping everything back into alignment before collapse could complete. He rose from the crater even as the shield bearer slammed into his side, driving him sideways into the sealing curvature of the Domain. Space rejected him, rebounding him forward like prey tossed back into a predator’s jaws. The staff user was already there, the weapon cutting through thickened air and striking across his thigh with enough force to split mountains. His femur cracked with a sickening vibration that echoed through his body.

Heal.

He planted his foot again as if nothing had happened, golden veins pulsing faintly beneath his skin. Pain existed, but it was fleeting. Damage occurred, but it did not remain. All the while, Vitality Sovereign did not stop. It pressed deeper, feeling the resistance like dense stone beneath water. These were SSS beings, their existence layered and massive, reinforced by Bastion Pulse and unified Domain law. But erosion was erosion. With every exchange, every collision of flesh and weapon, he siphoned a thread. Tiny. Almost insignificant. But accumulating.

Then he felt it clearly. The first flicker.

The hammer turtle’s vitality wavered a fraction longer than before. Its next step was just slightly heavier. The red glow in its eyes did not dim, but it stuttered so briefly it would have gone unnoticed by any lesser perception. The staff user’s breathing pattern shifted by a hair’s breadth. The shield bearer’s movements lost a sliver of crispness. They did not understand it. They only felt irritation, a faint drag beneath the surface of their supremacy. They responded the only way beings like them knew how, with more force.

They tightened their circle, compressing the Domain inward until even Bruce’s smallest movements felt like wading through hardened resin.

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A/N:

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