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Chapter 2814 I Want to Join Army Headquarters!

6:14 AM on the 25th day of the 8th month of the 1508th year of the Haiyuan calendar.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds of the hospital room.

The pristine white floor is dappled with light and shadow.

This is a special care ward in the medical area inside the Multiverse Battle Arena.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air.

But within this pungent smell, there was also a sacred and warm magical energy that gave people a sense of inexplicable peace.

Dr. Irwin, with his blue-green hair, stood beside the hospital bed.

Hands were in the pockets of the white coat.

Behind those signature square-framed glasses, his eyes were filled with an indescribable helplessness.

As a recovery mage who also comes from the Black Grass World and was invited to join the Medical Department.

He has always been confident in his medical skills and the water-based healing magic he is so proud of.

In the Clover Kingdom, he could almost always pull someone back from the brink of death, unless the injury was fatal.

however.

At this moment, he can just stand there like an outsider.

There was no room for intervention.

Patrice, dressed in a white robe, was seen extending his right hand beside the hospital bed.

A four-leaf clover-class magic book floats in front of him, radiating golden light.

"Light Restoration Magic. Healing Light Particles."

As Patley sang softly.

Golden specks of light appeared out of nowhere, like tiny, living sprites, continuously merging into the robust body on the bed.

Witt was covered in wounds during his battle with Nagato, which lasted for more than ten hours.

His muscles were torn extensively, his bones were broken in multiple places, and even his internal organs were severely impacted.

An ordinary person would have died countless times by now.

But in the face of Patri's miraculous light magic.

These shocking wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The newly formed granulation tissue quickly intertwines, forms scabs, and then falls off.

The entire process was so smooth that not even the slightest scar was left.

"I have to admit"

Irving pushed up his glasses, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"In terms of healing effect, it is indeed much stronger than my water healing magic."

"It seems they don't need me at all here."

Not long after.

As the last ray of light entered Witt's body.

Patley slowly withdrew his right hand.

The suspended grimoire closed up, and the golden light gradually faded away.

The ward returned to the tranquility of early morning.

Vittor, lying on his sickbed, suddenly let out a muffled groan.

Those wild, azure eyes slowly opened.

Although the horrific injuries to his body have healed.

He could feel his limbs and waist regaining their strength.

However, the mental burden inflicted by 'Evil Eye Magic' cannot be easily erased by light magic.

Witt's face was slightly pale, and his usually arrogant expression now showed obvious fatigue.

He didn't get up immediately, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

His eyes revealed an undisguised loneliness and pain.

Did I lose again?

Witt's voice was hoarse and low, as if it were a murmur squeezed from the depths of his throat.

These few simple words contain so much resentment and humiliation.

As one of the "Three Demon Eyes" of the "White Night Demon Eye".

Witte represents 'despair'.

They were once so full of vigor and arrogance.

He believed in strength, revered wildness, and considered himself a predator at the top of the food chain.

Wherever they go, they bring fear and despair to the enemy.

But his pride was ruthlessly shattered time and time again.

Recalling the time back in the Black Grass World, I was defeated by that man named Yomi.Suke, who had a cigarette in his mouth and a decadent look in his eyes.

Later, she was defeated by Meleo Leona, who was as ferocious as a lioness and used fire magic to its fullest extent.

Now, in the highly anticipated 'Top 100 Competition' Round of 16 elimination rounds.

He was defeated again by a red-haired boy from the ninja world who was only sixteen years old.

"Damn it, how could this happen?"

Witt clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force and made a cracking sound.

He gave it his all, even going so far as to activate his 'evil eye'.

In the end, however, he was left with no magic and collapsed unconscious.

This feeling of helplessness, of being dragged down by the other party.

What frustrated and angered him even more than being decisively defeated was...

Hearing Witt's frustrated murmurs, Fana, standing on the other side of the hospital bed, felt a deep pang of heartache in her eyes.

She has beautiful pink and white hair, a gentle and kind personality, and always takes care of everyone like a younger sister.

Fana quickly stepped forward.

She stretched out her slender hand and gently placed it on Vittor's strong arm.

She gently comforted him, "It's alright, Witt."

"Everyone witnessed your strength in this battle."

"You've done a great job. You don't need to be too hard on yourself."

Fana smiled and tried to lighten the mood.

"Moreover, Patley has successfully entered the top ten, and our goal of participating in the 'Top 100 Competition' has been achieved."

"As long as everyone can be resurrected, nothing else matters, right?"

Laia, standing next to her, crossed her arms.

His half-open, dead-fish eyes exuded his usual languor.

But his tone carried a clear-headed understanding of the ways of the world.

"Yes, Witt."

Laia sighed and gave a bitter laugh.

She reached out and ran her hand through her black curly hair, which had a few white strands.

“This starfish is the homeland of the World Government, the true center of all realms.”

"This place is a gathering place for powerful individuals, monsters, and geniuses from all over the world."

"You should try to be more open-minded about it as soon as possible."

Laia looked at Vit and continued earnestly:
"Look, didn't I also lose to that dog demon named Sesshomaru?"

"There are far too many beings here who are stronger than us."

"When our compatriots are resurrected in the future, we must advise them to keep a low profile."

At this point, Laia's expression turned unusually serious.

"You absolutely must not be as arrogant as you were on the field before."

"Otherwise, it will definitely cause irreparable trouble in the future."

"Our elven race has already experienced a catastrophic disaster."

We must never repeat the same mistake.

Faced with Fana's gentle comfort and Laia's earnest advice.

Witt did not respond with the usual outburst.

With Fana's help, he slowly sat up and leaned his broad back against the hospital bed.

Witt lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

When he looked up again, the confusion had faded from his azure eyes.

Instead, it was replaced by a steadfastness and ruthlessness akin to a burning flame.

"Laia, you're wrong."

Witt gritted his teeth, his voice low but conveying his attitude.

Ultimately, the root of all problems is that we are too weak!

"If I have the power to defeat anyone, what can I do even if I'm arrogant?"

"Who dares to cause me trouble?!"

Witte's philosophy has never changed.

Deep down, he is a beastly lion who believes in the law of the jungle.

In his view, arrogance is never the original sin; weakness is.

If you're afraid of getting into trouble, then you should keep a low profile.

Where is the pride of the 'Black Grass Elf Clan'?

Witt took a deep breath as he thought of this.

His gaze swept over Patri, Fana, and Laia in the ward.

His expression became more serious than ever before.

"I've made up my mind!"

Vito said, enunciating each word clearly, "I want to apply to join the World Government's Army Headquarters!"