Healing S-Class Beasts Made Me the Empire's Treasure

What a scene this was.

From tens of thousands of feet in the air, the levitating camera’s view looked down.

All that could be seen was a scene of utter devastation, stretching in all directions with Yu Lan at its center.

And there was Yu Lan, kneeling in the very middle of it all.

She was alive, but hadn’t her heart died right along with them?

If sorrow could take physical form,

Yu Lan would have already drowned in her own grief and pain.

The audience watching the livestream, even the most vitriolic and cynical among them, couldn’t bring themselves to say a single word of blame.

This tragedy was not something Yu Lan had wanted.

If anyone was to blame, it was the people of the Dark Planet, who were simply too cunning and detestable.

[Sigh!]

Someone sighed in the comment section.

[If only Yu Lan were a High Level female.]

[If she were a High Level female, with her powerful Healing Power, even with a Strong Male Induction Agent, so many special forces members wouldn’t have lost their minds and been unable to fight back.]

[What a shame.]

It was a shame that by a twist of fate, the only female to appear on the league battlefield was Yu Lan, who was known by all to possess no Healing Power.

Upon seeing this comment, someone immediately posted a rebuttal.

[That’s just wishful thinking. So what if she were a High Level female with Healing Power? Have you seen how many males are there? And they’re all High-level males, S-Class or higher.]

[I think even if the 2S-level Queen Belina were on the scene, it would be useless.]

[Unless...]

Unless it was the 3S-level female who existed only in theory but had never actually appeared.

But did 3S-level females truly exist in this world?

History had never recorded their presence.

Meanwhile, aboard the warship speeding toward the league competition site at full throttle,

Huo Zhanting and the others felt a sudden wave of relief after seeing Fu Chenhan block the final laser blast for Yu Lan.

But before they could fully exhale, they saw Yu Lan kneeling on the ground. She looked as if she’d lost her soul. With Fu Chenhan’s death, the last spark of life in her had dissipated into the air, leaving her face utterly numb and pale.

The hearts of the men clenched tight once more.

Their eyes overflowed with worry.

"Lanlan..."

The next second—

"AHHH!"

A heart-wrenching, utterly devastated cry erupted from her small, delicate body.

Kneeling on the ground, Yu Lan violently threw her head back, her eyes bloodshot and red as she stared at the sky.

Her voice, sharp and hoarse, carried a force that could tear the very air. It was a gut-wrenching sound that seemed to surge from the depths of her soul, wrapped in endless pain, grief, and resentment.

It was a sound that wounded all who heard it.

Suddenly, an immense light burst forth from the body of the usually fragile female.

A blinding Golden Light flashed.

A Golden Mist spread through the air.

With Yu Lan at its center,

the closer one was to her, the thicker the Golden Mist became.

The air grew humid, faintly coalescing into the form of raindrops that fell upon the blood-soaked earth.

As the golden rain scattered, all things began to revive.

When Yu Lan opened her eyes again, those amber eyes—more exquisite and clear than the finest gems—had turned a pure, shining gold.

One by one, golden tears slid from her eyes, tracing paths down her pale, soft cheeks before dripping onto the parched ground.

In an instant, a tender, vibrant green sprout pushed up from the soil.

The young shoot stretched out playfully, thriving in the Golden Mist.

But—

Yu Lan’s gaze shifted, looking at the males lying all around her, still showing no signs of change.

’Not enough, not enough, not enough.’

Even if it meant burning her own life, overdrafting all her energy.

’But it’s not enough, not enough, not enough.’

’It’s still not enough.’

’I’m still too weak right now.’

With slow, difficult movements, Yu Lan rose and searched the body of a fallen special forces member nearby, finding a small knife.

The sharp tip of the blade glinted coldly in the air.

The next second, the blade sliced unceremoniously through the skin of the soft female’s wrist.

This was the same beautiful little female who couldn’t bear the pain of a tiny scrape without her eyes turning red and welling with tears.

But now, this beautiful female didn’t even blink as she carved a huge gash into her own wrist.

The pain in her heart surpassed the pain in her body.

The moment she watched everyone die, Yu Lan’s heart had died with them.

’If the energy carried by my tears isn’t enough...’

’Then what about the blood of a High-level female?’

She did not fear death.

She was only tormented by the fact that one vibrant life after another had been sacrificed to save her—lives that should have had brighter futures.

So now—

’I’ll give it back to them.’

’I hope that from now on, you can all go wherever you wish to go.’

The blood from the soft female’s body was transferred, one by one, into all the males present.

She was clever.

She had truly found a way to save everyone.

But at the same time, she was also foolish.

Because there were too many males—far, far too many.

Any single one of them was a dominant presence in their own right.

Their High-level talents meant they required more Healing Power, and thus craved more blood.

And Yu Lan, she would only move on to the next male after ensuring that each one who drank her blood had truly come back to life, with a beating heart and drawing breath.

By the time she reached the last one, after feeding Jun Lin Yuan, Yu Lan’s face was ashen, completely drained of color. Waves of dizziness and darkness washed over her vision.

Holding on with her last ounce of strength, she watched the Red Flame Fierce Tiger’s heart begin to beat again—THUMP-THUMP—and finally felt a sense of relief.

"That’s good."

The last breath she’d been holding onto was released.

The next second, the female more beautiful than any flower collapsed backward, her eyes tightly shut as if she had passed away.

In the distance, the gut-wrenching, heartbroken cries of the males could be heard.

"Lanlan, no!"

Huo Zhanting and the others couldn’t even wait for the warship to stabilize. Using the superior vision granted by their supreme talents, they easily spotted Yu Lan collapsing within the Golden Mist, looking so fragile she might dissipate with a single gust of wind.

From tens of thousands of feet in the air,

the 3S-level, High-level males leaped one after another from the warship.

Their eyes were crimson as they charged, like madmen, toward the golden rain and mist.

’Faster, I have to be faster...’

’Lanlan, don’t, please don’t... don’t leave us so cruelly.’

*

「An hour after the Dark Planet soldiers appeared at the military league competition.」

A hot post shot to the top of the Star Network’s trending list.

#So, about that Golden Mist after Yu Lan’s breakdown... what exactly was it?#

That chilling cry, a sound as if her very soul was wailing in agony, had echoed in everyone’s ears.

The raw grief it contained was so potent that not even Louisa, with her attempts to buy a troll army to spin it as fake crying, could succeed.

Emotions don’t lie.

Even the viewers who were initially angry at Yu Lan’s appearance at the league competition—which led to so many males dying to protect her—had to soften their hearts.

They could no longer muster a single thought of blame.

It was all the Dark Planet’s fault.

But...

After Yu Lan’s sharp, mournful cry, the entire levitating camera seemed to suffer some kind of strange attack. There was a flash of white light, and the livestream cut out.

The final scene left to the audience was that suddenly appearing Golden Mist.

What on earth was it?