Chapter 48: Chapter 46: Heisha’s Death Training, Hell’s Vanguard

“Do you have any wishes you want to come true? Why don’t you try making a wish?”

Well, ain’t that something.

This sentence just short of saying, “You give me a wish, and I’ll find a way to make it happen.”

What brand of Extraordinary wishing machine is this?

But after pondering for a moment, Chloe said:

“Then I’ll save this wish for later. I’m quite greedy, you see.”

He blinked.

The initial major crisis had passed, and for now, he didn’t have any particular wants.

The man nodded.

Heisha chimed in:

“Although your life has been saved, you’ll probably need some time to recuperate. But the things to come don’t concern you, Charles.”

The middle-aged man glanced at her and said:

“If money can solve the problem, then there is no problem.”

“Damn rich people.”

“Please, call me a benefactor!”

The person was safe, and the atmosphere at the scene was much more relaxed.

At this point, the elderly man from the Church of Glory stood before him, speaking softly:

“Child, would you consider joining the Church of Glory? I can baptize you.”

Chloe struggled to keep a straight face.

Well, well, well.

I, the Filthy Moon Demon King, join the Church of Glory?

If I remember correctly, the force that later organized under the anti-Demon King banner was the Church of Glory, right?

Even the Saintess who joined the Hero Squad in the latter part came from the Church of Glory.

Alright, alright, alright.

So, we’re planning to infiltrate the church headquarters, eh?

He cautiously said:

“I’m not the kind of person with devout faith. I chose to save people, which has nothing to do with faith.”

However, those old, withered hands patted his head and said:

“Just having that thought is enough. The Church of Glory opens its doors to you.”

When the old man’s hand left, Chloe found that his body, muddled from losing the vibrant vitality gift, seemed to have been injected with a large amount of life energy.

The abundance of that life energy far surpassed his understanding.

Purely in terms of volume, the life energy granted by vibrant vitality, at the Sequence Nine stage, was not even a hair’s breadth of this batch of life energy.

Clearly, it wasn’t that the healers were lacking in skill.

It’s just that the quality of the Red Moon Power was too high, rendering their conventional methods ineffective.

“Whether you come or not, you’ll receive the baptism of glory.”

The old man winked playfully.

A voice echoed in his heart: “Don’t tell anyone that it’s the highest-level baptism, or the kids will come and bother me again.”

Chloe nodded.

He didn’t expect that a treatment session could yield so much gain.

…

Leaving the treatment center.

Chloe placed a stack of cards into his space backpack.

All were business cards given to him by the healers this time around.

Recorded on them were their contact details, urging Chloe to keep in touch when he had time.

Clearly, his performance and character had caught the eye of certain people.

Of course, not everyone gave him a card.

For example, Heisha.

Now she was hooking her arm around his shoulder:

“Alright, kid, you’ve made it. This year’s students daring to choose me are rare, but you’ve got potential.”

Chloe was taken aback.

He tentatively asked:

“Master Heisha, are you saying…”

“You don’t need a test. You’re qualified.”

“Huh?”

Heisha turned her head with mock annoyance and said:

“What, you’re not happy to be told you’re qualified?”

“Ah, no, it’s just I heard that Master Heisha’s assessments are tough.”

“Purely by healing methods, most battlefields wouldn’t be harder than this; your technical skill surpasses the current standards.”

“Indeed.”

“What a battlefield healer needs most is the determination to face adversity, and you don’t lack that.”

“Yes.”

“So what you lack is just one thing.”

Heisha stopped, turned to him, and said:

“You lack full utilization of your body to ensure survival on the battlefield, which is the first element of sustained healing.”

Chloe finally got excited.

This was the answer he most wanted to hear.

“Please be sure to drill me well.”

Heisha, upon hearing this, displayed a cruel smile: “You’re the first to request this of me.”

“But I don’t think you’ll be the last.”

Then there’s Rephya.

Probably soon Xiaolu will manage to sway Teresa and then push it to his own aunt.

What would Rephya call him by then?

Senior brother?

Eh hey.

Thinking of that scene, he found it amusing.

“Remember to hide away your Red Moon’s Cage Hand. Although Charles guarantees it, the high-ups won’t have any ideas, but who knows what those clueless guys below might think.”

Heisha suddenly reminded him.

No burden from the higher-ups, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be trouble.

A backstab from a classmate or a partner is not impossible.

Even if you claim this treasure is only usable by you, you have to consider whether certain people will believe you.

Chloe nodded.

He wasn’t exactly a saint.

If someone really gets noisy… just beat them to death.

If it’s inconvenient to kill them on the spot, then find an opportunity and do it in private.

…

A while later.

Back in his dorm, Chloe didn’t even lie on his bed. He filled a bathtub with hot water and just plopped right in.

He felt like he was about to fall apart.

Yes.

He personally experienced a round of Heisha’s hellish training.

Now he had the urge to die.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What did I do?

Oh, I got wrecked by Master Heisha.

Shattered, to be precise.

“I’m really stupid, really.

I only knew that Master Heisha had deep research in body techniques, thinking that with experience, it wouldn’t be so tough at least initially.

But how did I forget, she’s the hell instructor Heisha!”

In the game, Heisha’s medical team was also a small bug.

Members taken for treatment by Heisha after frontline injuries had such an astonishing recovery speed that even Rephya, who never lacked healing personnel, praised it as ’unprecedented.’

Have you ever seen the gameplay style of passive health regeneration in an FPS changed?

With Heisha’s medical team, it’s like having a real-life passive health regeneration buff.

But Heisha’s squad actually had another name.

Rumor has it, on the Underground City front line, there’s a mysterious squad.

They possess physical qualities far beyond the conventional understanding of Extraordinary individuals, as well as incredibly powerful body techniques.

When the battle line is shattered, they quietly don black robes and engage in battle.

People call that squad the [Hell’s Vanguard].

Others didn’t know, but Chloe knew, Hell’s Vanguard was actually Heisha’s medical team.

There was no Hell’s Vanguard, just a bunch of medics rushing onto the battlefield because they couldn’t save lives in time.

Even with some experience in the simulation, Chloe still suffered under Heisha’s training.

Having simulated experience, does it make one suffer less?

Don’t be funny.

Heisha’s training is tailored to push you to your current limits.

Expand your limits, and she’ll keep adding until you reach your current limit.

All who’ve been overworked understand what “saturated work” means.

No matter how quickly you complete tasks, the workload keeps increasing until you can’t bear it anymore.

Heisha is the same.

Now Chloe just felt like he was going to fall apart.

Even if he stripped Fufu naked and tossed her in the tub, he wouldn’t have the energy.

But fortunately, he had a backup plan.

“Vibrant vitality, synthesize!”

“Recovery!”

The light flashed, his exhaustion washed away like rain and wind, dissipating completely.

He could finally enjoy a proper bath.

But when he got out of the tub and looked into the mirror, his pupils abruptly contracted.

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