The strong wind swept through the sparse trees on the plains, while the grass blades swayed wildly in the wind, producing waves of rustling sounds.
Driven by the wind, the clouds kept rolling and sinking lower.
A heavy rainstorm was about to arrive.
Amid the howling wind, Lanchi's coat fluttered loudly, but he himself remained unmoved.
"Phew—I told you, we make a pretty good combination."
Lanchi let out a sigh of relief, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
Hughberlian had drawn away most of Ferrat's attention, leaving him no time to spare for the support in the rear. It had gone much better than Lanchi had expected.
That meant he could cast his spells without worrying about repositioning.
"Next, it's my turn to heal you."
Lanchi chuckled softly, and another Magic Card appeared in his palm.
As mana poured into it, the spell formation engraved on the Magic Card activated layer by layer like a scroll, triggering!
A faint and gentle healing power swept across the plains like a spring breeze, enveloping the distant figure.
This was a pure healing spell.
Everyone watching from the Shadow World and the rear Conference Room was somewhat surprised.
At this moment, Lanchi had not shown any other functional Magic Cards.
Instead, he had cautiously used the healing spell specialized for his own profession.
"Counterattacking from a defensive position was a bad move."
At the edge of the Conference Room, a burly professor with his arms folded stared at the screen and spoke grimly.
Lanchi's current teammate was Hughberlian, as sharp as a blade. He should not have chosen to engage in a battle of attrition with Ferrat, a positional mage.
It was a mistake in decision-making and team coordination.
The teachers in the Sage Institute's Conference Room had been hoping that the two new students would create a miracle. Now, they could not help feeling deeply disappointed.
However, in the next second.
Every teacher who witnessed Lanchi's actions froze.
Their expressions turned strange as they struggled to find the words, as if they had just witnessed a suffocating blunder.
Lanchi had selected the wrong target for his spell!
His healing spell had not only failed to reach Hughberlian—it had instead landed on the enemy, Ferrat.
"What the hell..."
"He can even miss with a healing spell?"
A wave of puzzled voices gradually rose.
"Could he have deliberately cast it on Ferrat?"
"No, that's not right. It's a pure healing spell without any functional effects. It isn't the poisonous healing unique to the priest system, either. Ferrat clearly received the healing effect."
The teachers seated around the treatment group's round table furrowed their brows and spoke with certainty.
They were extremely familiar with this kind of spell that Lanchi had used.
It was a basic Tier 2 healing spell called Slow Heal.
Its effect was to apply a status that continuously restored the target's health.
Healing spells were generally directional.
Even the most inexperienced White Mage would have difficulty casting one on the wrong target.
If they were Hughberlian, their blood pressure would probably have exploded by now.
Only now did they realize that Lanchi was the real actor.
The expectations Lanchi had painstakingly built up were instantly shattered.
"Wait."
Along with Vice Principal Ron's puzzled voice.
Soon.
Some teachers began to notice that Ferrat was gritting his teeth on the screen. He seemed to be trying to roar something, but no sound came out.
At the same time.
The terminal's background system successfully identified the attributes of the healing spell Lanchi had just used—
Erroneous Slow Heal Category: Spell Card Rarity: Purple Rare Attribute: Healing Tier: 2 Effect: Continuously restores the target's health. Greatly increases healing range, weakens healing effects, and carries a negative effect that causes intense pain whenever health is restored. Note: An abandoned failed product.
"Is this... an enhanced card made from the Blue Precious-quality Slow Heal?"
A teacher muttered as he read its effects.
This kind of enhanced card was not particularly rare.
It was a typical failed product.
While greatly increasing the casting range, it also carried a negative effect that rendered it useless as a price.
There were often similar discarded cards on the market, all sold at the lowest price among cards of the same quality.
They were practically bought by Card Makers to be broken down and used as materials.
"Oh, right. Lanchi's mana affinity is low to begin with, and these discarded cards all carry negative effects that weaken healing..."
Seeing the faint healing effect Ferrat had received.
The watching teachers finally somewhat understood why Lanchi could boldly heal the enemy without worry: the spell was basically ineffective.
"Then what use does this card actually have?"
At last, a teacher hesitated for a long while before asking the biggest question.
What kind of strategy was it to use such a discarded healing card on an opponent? What was the point?
Vice Principal Ron: "...The point is to torture him."
All the teachers: "..."
"And he can keep his opponent in pain. His healing spells already have a long range, so there's nowhere to hide."
"Even the continuous healing he applies is a buff. You can't remove it through purification."
"As long as you can't kill him, he can torture you forever."
Just as Vice Principal Ron commented on this healing spell of unclear purpose.
On the Magic Screen.
Lanchi pulled out several more failed healing cards of different types and stacked them all on Ferrat.
Ferrat, who was fighting at that moment.
His eyes were bulging from the pain caused by the negative effects of several different healing spells!
In midair, Ferrat trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot. His voice was hoarse, and he could only produce low moans of agony.
He wanted to roar and curse.
Yet he could not even make a sound.
Meanwhile, in the distance, on the grass.
Lanchi gazed at Ferrat from afar.
"Ehehe."
Lanchi smiled smugly.
This was the charm of Friendly Exchange.
As a little pioneer of anti-Zuan, I absolutely won't let you swear!
"..."
After an unusually long silence filled the Conference Room.
They finally understood why Lanchi was a White Mage!
There had never before been such a new-concept White Mage in this world—
Instead of healing teammates, he "healed" his opponents.
Thus achieving stable mental pollution and interference.
That Sword Mound bastard was purely messing with people's heads!
To some extent, the teachers gradually realized it as well.
Lanchi Wilford was a man who possessed a unique and powerful talent for provoking others.
He had not even used a taunt skill.
Yet he could effortlessly drive people into a frenzy.
They would even disregard everything to kill him.
Artificial Shadow World, Ilyavin Great Plains.
In the sky, the clouds kept rolling and transforming under the force of the wind.
The thunder in the distance gradually drew closer. Flashes of lightning occasionally streaked across the sky, illuminating the three flickering figures at once on the grassland beneath the dark clouds.
Amid heavy rumbling, it seemed as if torrential rain could pour down at any moment.
Ferrat was like an enraged beast, no longer retaining even a trace of his former elegance.
His teeth were clenched tightly, his expression twisted with madness and fury. The anger in his chest was like a blocked volcanic vent, unable to erupt and only growing hotter.
Enduring excruciating pain, he wished he could skin Lanchi alive!
Tomorrow will be the most Netherworld chapter of all—and it will also be updated at midnight!
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