What Is Our Healer Doing?
“Our healer, what the hell is she even doing?”
That single line was the start of a nightmare.
“A damage number just popped up? Tank’s all dying out there and she’s eating ramen? Why isn’t she doing anything?”
She knew perfectly well that mocking the mouth too freely meant you were done.
“Just when she sees me getting worn out, she could press heal and dodge the pattern, or pop a shield—why can’t she do that? Is she an idiot? It’s literally just clicking a few buttons.”
She shouldn’t have said anything at all. No, she should have just quit and joined another party.
“Fuck, even walking it would be better than that.”
At least she shouldn’t have said that.
“Then you try it.”
Right after those words, the chair leg snapped.
Her body, thrown off balance, flailed like a kite in the wind, and her heavy head did a free fall toward the ground.
That was her cause of death.
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“Fuck.”
The little boy sat on the cold floor, forehead bleeding, mouth full of curses.
In his head, memories of the so-called “previous life” unfolded like a movie reel.
He had broken the chair leg, slammed his head on the ground, and died.
“This is bullshit.”
Staring at the absurd flashbacks, he simply sat there dazed, not even thinking about wiping the blood from his forehead.
“Son!”
The ones who came rushing toward him were his parents from this life.
“Mom, what do we do!”
“There’s so much blood!”
Seeing the boy with blood pouring from his forehead, they panicked and flailed. The boy said:
“It’s fine!”
“F-fine?”
“It’s just a little tear, it’ll heal in a bit, and no scar will be left…”
At the time, he had completely forgotten that he was only five years old.
With the flood of previous-life memories rushing through his head, he couldn’t even think about acting his age.
“The world, our son must be a genius!”
“Let’s take him to the city!”
Most five-year-olds would have been screaming the world was ending after a forehead bump, but the parents only realized too late.
The parents, who always moved with incredible drive, took their child straight to the city that very day.
The only place a commoner like them could go was the temple.
The temple, which spread the divine word equally to all people and illuminated the path forward, also had an educational facility for the children under its principles.
Entering the facility was free.
The temple was the only place that took in children who lost their parents or were abandoned, without any conditions, and raised them.
However, if he wanted to be left at Seonghwagwan—the educational facility run directly by the temple rather than a nursery—
He had to prove exceptional ability and effort.
As expected, that was an impossible burden for small children.
Many parents, convinced their child was a genius, pounded on the temple doors, but only an extremely small number were able to stay at Seonghwagwan.
Most children were taken to the temple and sent home again without understanding why, and only a few realized they weren’t that special and went home disappointed.
The boy who had wanted to go home as an ordinary child without knowing anything at all wrapped himself in.
His test papers were always a mess, and his attitude was terrible.
When the priest in charge of the children’s education shook his head while saying his name, the boy was happy—mission accomplished.
“I acquired the skill!”
If he hadn’t seen that insane window floating in front of his eyes,
“Hey, look at this guy? Are you deliberately dying?”
Because this crazy person was the only one who realized he had been sabotaging the test on purpose.
Everything would have gone according to plan.
When those glittering golden eyes pierced straight through him, why hadn’t he been able to deny it at all?
If he had only shaken his head in fear, he wouldn’t have been dragged away by that insane human.
“Congratulations. You are now my direct apprentice priest. From now on, call me Master.”
When he heard those words, he should have run away.
Or, when the unknown window appeared, he should have stated the truth and been treated as a lunatic and kicked out.
Because he couldn’t understand that simple thing, it wasn’t until today—after more than ten years, right before the formal priestly appointment ceremony—that he finally realized.
“…I’m running away.”
The man who used the drive he had inherited from his parents burst out of the temple.
Leaving behind the crazy master and the damn temple, he jumped into the world.
He would go somewhere no one knew, live unnoticed, and fulfill his dream.
His long-held dream.
The first step toward living a life of eating without effort.