Chapter 6
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Translator: MJK
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: I Actually Liked Being a Neglected F-Class Healer
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1. Surviving as an F-Class Healer (6)
Yeah, it's their first time seeing one.
F-class healers are rarer than S-class these days, branded as born failures.
They're known to be even more useless than regular F-class.
Most civilians cluster around D-class and E-class.
Even among non-hunters, they're hard to spot—not to mention an F-class at the academy. Jin Hari must be the only one.
"This her? A girl?"
One of them spotted me following the reflexive stares and swaggered over.
Bang!
The desk cracked under his slam.
The academy's facilities for awakeners are reinforced to withstand superhuman strength.
'If a light tap does this much, he's at least C-class.'
Perfect. I needed to lay the groundwork in front of as many people as possible.
"Hey, what makes you think you belong here? Just live like a normie."
"Team exercises are over half the curriculum, and now the whole grade suffers because of you. Huh?"
I gave the punks chewing me out a faint smile.
Acting just sheepish enough to seem like I got the message.
Strangely, they flinched and started stumbling over their words.
"Why the creepy grin, you freak? Tch, acting tough won't save you."
"We could yank your arm off pretending it was an accident, and we'd get off scot-free. Got it?"
"Why not just quit quietly?"
Maybe it's the strict awakener oversight, but these kids talk awfully tame.
'You damned bitch! Worthless trash! Ungrateful wretch! ...!'
'××, we raised you without abandoning you despite no money, and this is how you repay us? Your dad died because of you, huh? And now academy? What for? You're just running away from here, aren't you?'
Recalling what Jin Hari's mom and brother said before I left home, these guys seemed like angels.
'They really are saviors.'
I'd created the perfect setup.
I spoke up loud enough for the growing crowd of onlookers to hear.
"I know. But I'm not here to cause trouble. My rank's low, but I'm serious. I want to be someone who helps the world. I'll do my best in my own way, so will you watch?"
First, plant the seeds for when I start handing out potions.
"W-what?"
The punks looked thrown off—they hadn't expected a calm reply.
Watching these naive kids, the whole world felt brighter.
Cute, but separately, I slipped in a casual threat invoking awakener laws.
"And pulling my arm off... I'd really rather you didn't. I'm more worried about you guys. You might lose points for a misunderstanding. Plus, the awakener laws on violence against minors got updated recently. What if you got punished?"
Do I really have to keep spewing this nonsense?
Reality was hitting a bit, but it seemed to work on the punks.
"Uh?"
"Just in case, you know. I get it—you're worried I'll get hurt in a dungeon?"
I crinkled my eyes in a soft smile, and their faces flushed red all at once.
Why?
"Thanks. You guys stay safe too."
"W-what! Fine."
"Laws say so, so you're lucky! Hmph!"
"...Not even mad? Lame. C'mon, let's go."
I fought to keep my eyes from glazing over.
'What's with these punks?'
I hadn't even seen the desk fly.
The kids meekly nodded, grumbled something about keeping an eye on me, and left.
...Yeah, that's when things started feeling off.
If I'd realized then that a gentle demeanor stands out more in this school, I might've thrown a punch instead.
As everyone got used to using their abilities, society had naturally grown wilder—a background detail the original story never bothered mentioning.
I didn't know yet, but it was already too late.
The protagonist was watching from across the room.
"I'll do my best in my own way, so will you watch?"
Yoo Han-seong was looking at her.
Having returned on what he thought was his last chance, he'd spent the week after enrollment more intensely than anyone.
There was so much to do.
From groundwork to recruit potentials into his team, to gathering opportunities and magic artifacts single-handedly for them.
Yet amid it all, that F-class kept nagging at him.
The one person he'd never seen at graduation across countless regressions.
Why?
'An F-class trying hard changes nothing.'
He swallowed his doubts and thought.
'Even bloody effort to boost mana might luck into D-class, or E at best.'
Multiple miracles stacked? C-class ceiling.
Unless she had SSS-class skills like him, S-class was impossible.
But her eyes shone with a strange conviction, calm and steady.
"I get it—you're worried I'll get hurt in a dungeon?"
Naive? Or just dumb?
Yoo Han-seong was about to look away.
She was getting under his skin for reasons he couldn't pinpoint, sparking caution instead.
'Can't rule it out. Maybe a charm skill.'
Uncharacteristically, baseless suspicions crept in.
Until he saw that disarmingly warm smile for the first time.
"Thanks. You guys stay safe too."
Then it hit him.
Ah, right. That's how she was from the start.
No matter the negativity thrown her way, that soft, gentle aura never faded. It dimmed sometimes, which actually drew more attention.
That's why, earlier, when she'd buried herself in her textbook feigning focus with a clouded expression, Han-seong had clicked his tongue inwardly and couldn't look away.
She'd be useless for stopping the cataclysm, but she was definitely a rare breed.
A thought struck Han-seong.
'...She looks like she'll actually try.'
Something told him she wouldn't spout empty words.
If she said she'd do it, she would.
Just like he had, long ago.
Long ago, born D-class, he'd bled to reach B-class.
Wanting to be a good person?
Or just hero syndrome?
Clear enough: as the cataclysm loomed, he wanted to save the world.
But A-class took miracles; by S-class...
'I lost everything for the promotion.'
Pre-regression.
The cataclysm he'd witnessed was pure hell.
So he'd stolen Yggdrasil's fruit granting wishes and rewound time.
Asked for power to save the world.
Reviving the dead was pointless.
Too many living were irreparably broken mentally—not just those who died protecting him, but precious ones who cursed him to their end.
Hell had no end.
The only power to save the world was infinite regression.
Opening another hell.
He lost countless people repeatedly. S-class wouldn't band together; they obliged his requests but died beyond his reach.
How long passed?
Only after counting lost meaning did Han-seong claim two SSS-class skills.
<Thousand-Mile Eyes>, and <Veil of Night>.
Childish names, but insane power.
Thousand-Mile Eyes saw all talent potential.
Veil of Night commanded all nocturnal evils awake and diurnal shadows.
SSS-grade persisted post-regression.
And at the end of all that experience, he recalled being least burdensome only as S-class.
That's why he sought only S-class...
And saw her as hopelessly naive.
"...Pointless."
He rolled the F-class name he'd overheard on his tongue.
Yeah. That gentle girl would fizzle out soon after futile efforts.
"Won't even last a year, obviously."
Maybe dead sooner.
Only after muttering it did he realize he was a little pissed.