SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 365: Fenrari!

Chapter 365: Fenrari!

“This…” Ozai said quietly, “…is our latest build.”

A brief pause.

Not for effect.

For weight.

“I call it, Fenrari.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed just slightly. ’Fenrari. Not Ferrari?!’

Being from earth and having know this from earth Bryce found the resemblance was… almost absurdly close.

A fleeting thought passed through his mind before fading just as quickly.

Ozai continued, unaware, or unconcerned.

“The name comes from Fenrir. The mythical son of Loki.”

His hand traced along the surface, fingers gliding over the seamless structure.

“Built for speed. Power. And dominance.”

He stepped aside, giving them a clearer view. “Traditional mana mobiles have a limitation.”

His tone shifted, sharper now. Focused.

“You can’t fight properly while using them.”

A brief pause.

“Fenrari removes that limitation.”

At his words, The vehicle responded.

Panels along its sides shifted open with precise, controlled motion, revealing the internal systems beneath. Sleek. Compact. Deadly.

“Integrated dual element offensive system.”

Ozai’s voice carried quiet confidence now.

“Frost missiles. Designed to freeze targets from within, disrupting mana flow and locking them completely.”

A low hum pulsed as one of the launch ports adjusted.

“And flame missiles.”

A faint smile touched his lips.

“High density ignition payloads. Detonation on contact.”

He glanced between them.

“Forward launch.”

A beat.

“Rear launch.”

Another.

“No blind spots.”

The panels slid shut as smoothly as they had opened, sealing the systems back beneath the flawless exterior.

“Whether advancing or retreating…” Ozai continued, stepping back, “…you maintain full combat capability.”

The hum beneath the vehicle deepened, subtle, but present. Alive.

“The hover system runs on layered mana arrays. Anti magnetic propulsion eliminates friction entirely.”

A slight pause.

“Terrain doesn’t matter.”

His gaze sharpened.

“Speed isn’t just high.”

“It’s consistent, it can go for 2000km per hour to for avery long time it’s multiple times better than other mana mobiles”

The air around the Fenrari seemed to vibrate faintly, as though responding to the claim.

“And control…” Ozai added, voice lowering just a fraction,

“…is absolute.”

Silence followed. But this time, It wasn’t empty. It was filled with potential, Bruce was already considering buying it… ….

With that, Bruce bought it.

There was no hesitation. No prolonged consideration.

The decision came as naturally as everything else he did, like a breath taken without thought, like a step forward that had already been decided long before the moment arrived. Even with the scale of the purchase, even with the number attached to it, one that would have made most people pause, reconsider, maybe even second guess,

His expression didn’t change. Not even slightly.

With the discount Ozai had given, the final price settled at just a little over five million.

A number that could shake foundations.

A number that could build futures, or ruin them.

But for Bruce, It was simply… acceptable.

Moments later, The Fenrari responded.

As if acknowledging its new owner.

Its frame adjusted with quiet precision, lowering just enough for entry. The sleek black body shifted, side panels sliding open in a smooth, seamless motion that felt less mechanical and more… alive.

There was no harsh sound. No grinding of parts.

Just a soft, controlled glide.

Bruce stepped forward first. No hesitation. No pause to admire. No need.

His movements were natural, fluid, as if he had already stepped into this moment a hundred times before.

He entered.

Sophie followed from the other side, her steps just as composed, her presence aligning effortlessly with his. The doors closed behind them in perfect sync.

Sealed. A faint hum followed. Low. Steady. Alive.

Inside, The world changed.

The interior was dark, refined, almost intimate in its design. Sleek surfaces curved naturally around them, the architecture of the cockpit feeling less like something built, and more like something grown to fit its occupants.

Beneath the control panel, faint mana circuits pulsed.

Soft. Rhythmic. Responding. Syncing.

It wasn’t just a machine. It was listening.

Outside, The black Fenrari hovered just slightly above the ground, its polished frame reflecting light like the edge of a blade held under the sun.

Sharp. Clean. Unforgiving. It fit them. Perfectly.

The window lowered slightly. And Ozai stepped closer.

One hand came to rest casually against the edge of the frame as he leaned in just enough to meet them halfway. There was ease in his posture, but his eyes carried something else.

A faint smirk curved along his lips.

“You know,” he began lightly, voice smooth, almost conversational, “for someone like you, I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually…”

A small pause followed. Measured.

“But you might want to practice a little before taking it out on a long ride.”

His gaze flicked briefly across the interior, then back to Bruce.

There was teasing in his tone. But not entirely.

“This isn’t exactly a beginner friendly build.”

Inside, Bruce didn’t react.

If anything, There was the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Try me.”

The words came easily. Casually.

As if he was agreeing to something trivial. A small smile followed. Unhurried. Unbothered.

Then, Without another word,

His hand moved. Reached to the side. Picked up the manual.

And began reading. Just like that. Ozai blinked. Once.

“…You’re serious?”

No answer came. Bruce’s gaze moved across the pages. Fast. But not rushed.

There was no urgency in him, only efficiency. His eyes traced each line with quiet precision, absorbing rather than scanning, understanding rather than memorizing.

System breakdowns. Control architecture. Combat integration modules.

Acceleration curves calibrated through layered mana output. Synchronization protocols between driver and core.

With his photographic memory, every detail was taken in. Processed. Stored.

Three minutes passed.

Then, He closed it.

“Done.”

The sound was soft. Final. There was no pause after. No lingering thought. No sign of uncertainty.

Inside the car, Bruce’s hand settled lightly against the control interface. Calm. Relaxed.

As if what lay before him wasn’t something new,

But something already mastered. Outside, Ozai stared at him.

For a second longer than necessary. Then slowly, He turned his head. Looking at Sophie.

“What do you think?”

His tone shifted. Lower. More grounded.

“Has he ever driven a mana mobile before?”

A brief pause followed, his brows drawing together slightly as his gaze flicked back to the vehicle.

“This isn’t just any vehicle. It’s a masterpiece.”

There was weight in his voice now. Not pride alone, But attachment.

“…The materials are reinforced, yes. But it would still be a shame if it gets scratched.”