Though I loathed using feminine charm as a weapon, refusing to wield the sharpest blade in my arsenal was the fool’s choice.

Back in life-or-death missions, disguising myself as a woman had been routine… Makeup worked miracles, transforming even the plainest faces into adorable ones. And I knew a thing or two about makeup.

But today required no disguise.

“I… I haven’t even joined the guild yet. The person who brought me didn’t group me with the Elite Squad. I’m just observing,” I giggled behind my hand, then swiftly raised my Priest Staff. A Great Healing Technique shot out, instantly refilling the Main Tank’s health from a sliver to full.

They didn’t question my identity. All three entrances were sealed tight—they knew this well. Even their own resurrected members couldn’t re-enter, let alone outsiders. Besides, a lone Little Priest posed no threat.

Yet nearby healers stared in shock at my absurd healing output.

“Sis, you’re not just ‘helping out’…” DanDan Yancaowei gulped, eyes wide. “Our Elite Squad healers can’t match your healing wave. Who’d call you a decorative vase?”

Perfect. This rookie had stepped right into my verbal trap.

I’d said “help *our* Jian Hui Tianxia,” and he hadn’t corrected me. Yingning’s intel was right—this Guild was her sworn enemy.

Mercy was no longer an option.

“How’s your spell power so high?” DanDan Yancaowei pressed. “Even full Intelligence can’t achieve this!”

At level 14, my base stats were already 1.5x a normal player’s. I’d dumped everything into Intelligence—unlike regular Healers who mixed Spirit and Vitality for survival.

Intelligence gave 1:1 spell power; Spirit only 1:0.6. As a pet-class, my level-up stat gains were also 1.5x boosted.

Combined, my naked spell power hit 151—double a standard Priest’s. One heal from me equaled two from others. The trade-off? Far worse stamina.

“I *am* full Intelligence…” I nodded shyly.

“But you’re in green gear! Our Elite Squad’s blue-geared Healer can’t reach your numbers!” His gaze shifted from infatuation to awe. “Are you a secret Elite Squad candidate?”

*Elite Squad.*

The phrase jolted me alert.

Critical intel! This was likely their top combat unit—I might face them soon.

“Don’t flatter me…” I chugged a blue potion while lazily tossing Healing Spells. “A place like the Elite Squad? I’d never qualify… Though I’ve always admired them. Hey—is that blue-geared tank up front an Elite Squad senior? Holding aggro alone this long is insane!”

The boss’s health dipped below 40%.

“Him? Nah, just a backup off-tank,” a burly Priest beside me cut in. “Our Main Tank died during the boss’s 50% enrage.”

“Big brother, tell me about the Elite Squad? I’m curious!” I batted my eyes.

“Easy! No one knows them better than me!” His chest puffed out with a *thump-thump* as he gave a proud thumbs-up. “Seven members. Top-tier gear and skill—way above us small fries. One Divine Descendant Tank Defender, one Human DPS Warrior, one Human Frost Control Mage, one Divine Brutal Pyromancer, one Human All-Int Supreme Healer Priest, one Human One-Shot Assassin, and one Demonic Attribute-Draining Illusionist.”

*Intel: Seven members. Perfect combat synergy. Extremely dangerous.*

I feigned starry-eyed wonder while casting another heal. “Are they here today?”

“Of course! We’re all just farming for them.” He eyed me suspiciously until my innocent blink disarmed him. “When the boss hits a sliver of health, the Elite Squad takes over. We stop attacking and just heal, ensuring they land the killing blow for full EXP. The Guild Leader will distribute contribution points based on damage and healing records.”

*Intel: Elite Squad strikes at near-death. Others halt attacks—boss health drops slower. Opportunity to steal the kill.*

“Hehe~ I snuck in with my brother! Don’t tell the Guild Leader… he’d be in trouble!” I clutched my Priest Staff, making a pitiful pleading gesture.

He reasoned a tiny Priest spy would’ve just leaked the raid location—not risk death infiltrating. Watching me diligently heal, he laughed heartily. “Alright, Priest Order! Keep this quiet, brothers and sisters!”

As their leader, his request earned instant OK signs from the crowd.

“30% health! Third phase incoming!” he bellowed, tension sharpening his voice. “We’ve lost a third of our raid already. No slacking! Priest Order, focus! Full retreat to 50 meters! First Priest Group, save your biggest instant heals! Second Group, prep AoE heals!”

“If the Main Tank dies, don’t panic about OT! The healer targeted must run straight into the boss’s face—no hesitation! Others wait for the next off-tank to grab aggro!”

At 30% health, the Red Water Dragon unleashed its death throes.

It roared skyward. Every player’s health plummeted by half. Dizziness locked us in place.

While we staggered, the beast spread its wings, crushing the frontline warriors beneath its claws. Crimson lightning crackled around its horns—

*Crackle!*

A 30-meter radius of indiscriminate lightning erupted from its horns.

A vacuum zone. Every player and tank within 30 meters vaporized.

“Shit! Tanks dead! Backup’s too far to grab aggro—we’ll OT!” the burly Priest hissed, eyes glued to the boss.

Post-bombardment, searing red lightning clung to the boss’s horns, lashing out randomly every second within 30 meters.

“Targeted ranged DPS, prepare to die! Don’t let it reach the crowd!”

The Red Water Dragon’s blood-red eyes locked onto me.

Even from afar, its focus was absolute—not on my neighbors, but *me*.

I’d healed too aggressively, topping the healing charts… and drawing its hatred.

*Awkward.*

Gritting my teeth, I gripped my Priest Staff and charged out of the healer cluster—straight toward the raging dragon.

Simultaneously, a slender figure shot arrow-straight from the rear ranks toward the boss—

“Dragon Pounce on the Moon!”