Lanchi's Healing Spell

The strong wind rustled the sparse trees on the grassland, and the grass blades swayed wildly in the wind, making rustling sounds.

Driven by the wind, the clouds continuously rolled and sank.

A heavy rain was approaching.

In the strong wind, Lanchi's outer coat flapped loudly, but his figure remained unmoved.

"Phew—I told you we have good compatibility."

Lanchi let out a breath, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Hughberlian being able to attract most of Ferrat's attention, leaving Ferrat no time to worry about the backline support in the distance, was much better than Lanchi had expected.

Then he could cast spells without moving with peace of mind.

"Next, it's my turn to heal you."

Lanchi chuckled softly, and a new Magic Card appeared in his palm again.

Along with the injection of magic power, the spell formula inscribed on the Magic Card was also activated layer by layer like a scroll, triggering!

A faint and gentle healing power swept across the grassland like a spring breeze, enveloping the figure in the distance.

This was a pure healing magic.

Everyone watching the battle in the Shadow World and the back conference room was slightly surprised.

Lanchi did not display other functional Magic Cards at this time.

Instead, he conservatively used the healing spell he specialized in for his main role.

"Defensive counterattack is a bad move."

At the edge of the conference room, a strong professor with his arms crossed looked at the screen and said with a serious expression.

Lanchi's teammate at this moment was the sharp blade-like Hughberlian; he should not have chosen to fight a war of attrition with the positional mage Ferrat.

A mistake in decision-making and team coordination.

This couldn't help but make the teachers in the Sage Institute conference room who were hoping for the two new students to create a miracle feel deeply disappointed.

However, the next second.

All the teachers who witnessed Lanchi's operation were stunned.

Their expressions were strange, and they were organizing their words, as if they had witnessed a suffocating operation.

Lanchi had chosen the wrong target for his spell!

His healing spell not only didn't land on Hughberlian, but instead landed on the enemy Ferrat.

"What the hell..."

"He can even miss with a healing spell?"

Waves of questioning voices gradually rose.

"Could he have intentionally given it to Ferrat?"

"No, that's not right. It was a pure healing magic, with no functional aspect, and not the unique poisonous milk of the Priest class. Ferrat clearly received the healing effect."

The teachers at the round table for the healing group frowned, stating with certainty.

They were all too familiar with the spell Lanchi used.

It was a basic Tier 2 healing magic called Slow Heal.

Its effect was to apply a state of continuous health recovery to the target.

Healing spells were generally targeted.

Even the newest White Mage would find it difficult to miscast a healing spell.

If they were Hughberlian, their blood pressure would probably be through the roof right now.

Only now did they realize that Lanchi was the true actor.

The anticipation that Lanchi had finally built up was instantly shattered.

"Wait."

Accompanied by Vice Dean Ron's voice full of doubt.

Soon.

Teachers began to notice Ferrat on the screen gritting his teeth, wanting to roar something, but unable to make a sound.

At the same time.

The terminal backend also successfully identified the attributes of the healing magic Lanchi had just used—

Erroneous Slow Heal

Category: Spell Card

Grade: Purple Rare

Attribute: Healing

Tier: 2

Effect: Continuously restores the target's health. Healing range is greatly increased, healing effect is weakened, and it carries a negative effect of intense pain accompanying health recovery.

Notes: A discarded failure.

"This is a... reinforced card based on the Blue Precious quality Slow Heal?"

The teacher reading its effect murmured.

This kind of reinforced card wasn't that rare.

It was a typical failure.

While greatly strengthening the casting range, it also came with a negative effect that essentially rendered it useless as a cost.

There were often similar waste cards on the market, which were the lowest priced cards of the same quality.

They were almost certainly bought by Card Makers to be broken down for materials.

"Oh right, Lanchi's magic attribute is inherently low, and these scrap cards all have the negative effect of weakening healing..."

Seeing the faint healing effect Ferrat received, the watching teachers finally understood why Lanchi could confidently and boldly heal his enemies – because there was basically no healing effect at all.

"Then, what exactly is the use of this card?"

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, a teacher raised the biggest question.

What kind of strategy was it to use these discarded healing cards to heal an opponent? What was the point?

The Vice Dean said, "...Its purpose is torture."

The teachers were speechless.

"Moreover, he can keep his opponent in constant pain. His healing spells have long range, so you can't even dodge them."

"He even applies continuous healing as a buff, which you can't dispel through purification."

"As long as you can't kill him, he will keep torturing you."

Just as the Vice Dean commented on this inexplicable healing magic, on the Magic Screen, Lanchi took out several more types of failed healing cards and stacked them all on Ferrat.

Ferrat, who was currently fighting, was already in excruciating pain from the negative effects of the different types of healing!

In mid-air, Ferrat trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot. His voice was hoarse, only able to emit a low moan.

He wanted to roar and curse, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Meanwhile, in the distance on the grass, Lanchi looked at Ferrat from afar.

"Hehe."

Lanchi smiled smugly.

This was the charm of [Friendly Exchange].

As the vanguard against the Netherworld, I will absolutely not let you curse!

After an unusual silence in the conference room, they finally understood why Lanchi was a White Mage!

There had never been a White Mage with this new concept in the world before—

Not healing teammates, but "healing" opponents.

Thus achieving stable mental pollution and interference.

This guy is purely messing with people's minds!

To some extent, the teachers were also gradually realizing.

Lanchi Wilford, this guy himself possessed a unique and powerful taunt talent.

He clearly hadn't even used a taunt skill.

Yet he could easily drive people crazy.

Even make them desperate to kill him.

Artificial Shadow World, Ilyavin Great Plains.

The clouds in the sky rolled and changed constantly, pushed by the wind.

The distant thunder gradually approached, and occasional flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating three flickering figures simultaneously on the grassland under the oppressive dark clouds.

With bursts of heavy rumbling, it seemed as if a torrential downpour could fall at any moment.

Ferrat was like an enraged beast, without a trace of his previous elegance.

His teeth were clenched, his expression twisted, full of madness and anger. The rage in his chest was like a blocked volcano, unable to erupt, only heating up further.

Enduring extreme pain, he wished he could skin Lanchi alive!

Tomorrow will be the most Netherworld-like chapter, also updated at midnight!