Episode 3: The Destiny of Becoming a Heal Bitch

The day I returned after dying once in the 2nd World.

I was invited to Bulldog-ajussi’s dinner.

“Excuse me? You’re retiring?”

And then I heard something like a bolt from the blue.

It was Bulldog-ajussi’s retirement announcement.

I’m taken aback.

He’s got plenty of life left in him, yet he’s already retiring.

I wonder if he’s lost his mind.

“I’ve been living pretty hard as a Pioneer all this time. Unlike other Pioneers, I’ve been active individually, so I’ve earned a lot.”

That, I was aware of.

From the start, that’s partly why I wanted to learn the Pioneer and magician’s work from Bulldog-ajussi.

It’s better to do Pioneer work alone than to team up with uncivilized otherworlders.

“This time, I caught the Jeongseung Snake and roughly gathered the earnings I had in mind.

With this much, I can retire and live moderately. I can make a living even if I work as a street magician on a small scale.”

It seems Bulldog-ajussi had been thinking about retirement for a long time.

“More than anything, this kind of thing happened this time.”

He groped his neck.

It was the neck that had been cut off whole during the day.

“I knew that Pioneer work was originally dangerous, but when I almost died, I had that thought. I thought I should at least see my grandchildren’s faces before I go.”

It wasn’t just almost dying, he actually died.

In the end, death made him make the decision.

This damn, death.

It’s consistently unhelpful.

“…….”

I can’t do anything but stay silent.

My position is porter.

I’m not ajussi’s teammate, but a servant who carries his luggage.

I had no right to ask ajussi to let me do more Pioneer work.

“Harua, I feel sorry for you. It’s like you suddenly lost your job.”

He knows it, huh.

“Ahem, so, on this occasion, I’ll teach you some magic that you’ve been asking for so much.”

“Holy shit, you should have said that first! Please retire right away!”

It’s fortunate that Bulldog-ajussi died once today and retired!

Resurrection is the best! Murderer is the best!

Bulldog-ajussi gave me a dumbfounded look as he watched me gulp down a bowl of joyful dance.

“Geez, you little punk, you want to learn magic that badly?”

“I think the life of shooting magic from behind with dignity is much more beautiful than the life of a vanguard who stupidly rushes forward and dies.”

I’m originally suited for ranged combat.

I was worried I’d have to fight with something like a sword.

It’s definitely not because I was kicked out of training camp for lacking basic physical strength.

Originally, when I was playing games a lot, I only chose magicians.

“Hey, you moron. It’s because you only hang out with me. Do you think magicians are safe?

The monsters also have brains. They instinctively know that magicians are the weakest and target them!”

“That’s why I’m trying to become a combat magician like you, ajussi.”

“Tch, that guy, he sure knows how to sweet-talk.”

Bulldog-ajussi took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The sight of him smoking without hesitation even at the dinner table shows a terrible educational environment.

But today, even that looks cool.

It’s the coolness of a dignified magician.

A strong magician is allowed to do that.

If someone complains about him smoking, he can just burn them with magic.

“Do you have some money saved up?”

“Are you going to take my pocket money, by any chance?”

“Bullshit, I’m not interested in your money. I’m just saying that since you won’t be able to work as a porter for a while because you’ll be studying.”

Fortunately, I happened to pick up an expensive potion today.

If I sell that, I won’t have any problems making a living for a while.

“Yes, I’ll study hard!”

“Honey, you’ve finally decided to take Harua-ssi as your disciple?”

At that moment, Bulldog-ajussi’s wife appeared.

She was a beautiful woman who didn’t suit that rough-looking ajussi at all.

She was in her early thirties, but even now, people would see her as being in her mid-twenties if she went outside.

“Yes, I’ll study hard and when they ask who my teacher is, I’ll go around saying that there’s a top magician named Bulldog.”

When I stood up from my seat and made a declaration, his wife smiled.

“It’s good that you have a good disciple.”

“Good my ass. Just don’t run away halfway through, okay?”

“I won’t run away even if I die.”

“I’d rather cry and beg you to kill me.”

With this, I became Bulldog-ajussi’s disciple.

Ajussi’s words were harsh, but he seemed to like me quite a bit.

As expected, he was worthy of being among the TOP 5 kindest people among the uncivilized otherworlders I had selected.

From that day on, Bulldog-ajussi’s magic lessons began.

To get straight to the point, I was quite suited for magic.

However, the downside was that it wasn’t ordinary magic.

“Light attribute, holy magic!”

Ajussi exclaimed.

Today, we did a magic aptitude test.

The result of the test was holy magic.

Holy magic.

In simple terms, it’s buff or healing-type light magic that supports allies.

What this means is.

It means I’m a moron who can’t do anything without allies.

My eyes narrowed.

Fire was good, water was okay, earth was of course, and even darkness was okay.

But why holy magic of all things, which is a light attribute.

I also have some experience as a Pioneer.

The holy magicians I’ve seen all acted noble and looked down on people.

In fact, they are the aristocratic class among Pioneers.

Of course, they don’t even look at someone like me, so I’ve never even exchanged a word with them.

“You little punk, holy magic is a jackpot! There are so many Pioneers who are desperate to take a holy magician with them.”

Bulldog-ajussi said that much, so holy magicians were valuable assets.

They fight against Phantasmal Beasts and get injured every day.

Holy magicians who can heal those injuries with a single spell are valuable assets to anyone.

However, holy magicians cannot work alone.

“……Bulldog-ajussi isn’t a holy magician, is he.”

What I want is not a heal bitch who just puts in heals from behind, but a solo-type combat magician like Bulldog-ajussi.

Today, my dream collapsed.

“Ahem, you little punk, you wanted to be like me that much, huh.”

For some reason, Bulldog-ajussi had a proud look on his face.

“Still, isn’t it possible to learn other attribute magic?”

Bulldog-ajussi actually handles both fire and lightning attribute magic.

So, I wondered if it was possible and held onto even the last bit of hope.

“No, it’ll be difficult. Your attribute is too biased towards light.

Thanks to that, you’ll be able to achieve extreme efficiency in the case of holy magic, but honestly, it’ll be difficult to achieve results with the rest.”

But the answer that came back was despair.

“Geez, you little rascal, this level of pure light attribute talent is unbelievably rare. You’re at a level where you can achieve great success as a holy magician!”

Bulldog-ajussi showed an expression of not understanding my gloomy self.

“More than that, this pure light attribute is really rare.

Could it be that you have an ability you don’t even know about? Attributes are also affected by abilities, you know.”

At that moment, something pierced through my head.

This, damn, fucking Emperor Resurrection Magic!

The reason I was united with the light attribute was all thanks to the resurrection magic.

I was trying to like it because I thought it was magic that could save people.

But it immediately throws me into hell.

A sigh almost rose from my mouth.

On the first day, after returning from the 2nd World, I tried to think of an excuse to use resurrection magic in my own way.

But the conclusion was quickly reached.

This, if I overuse it, I’m fucked.

Everyone values their own life.

And resurrection magic brings back that precious life.

Even if I secretly receive money and save people, will that secret be kept forever?

A person who died has come back to life, so how could the secret possibly be kept?

In all likelihood, the rumors will spread here and there, and there will be many people targeting me.

Because everyone values their own life.

They will use any means to kidnap me from all over the place.

Of course, I can ask a strong person to protect me in exchange for resurrection magic.

But how can I guarantee that the strong person will be beneficial to me?

Believe in uncivilized otherworlders?

I’d rather bite my tongue and die.

I’d rather keep the resurrection magic a secret for the rest of my life than trust those guys.

“I don’t have it. I don’t have it. If I had it, I would have done something.”

So, even if I had resurrection magic, nothing would change.

It’s best to just pretend that doesn’t exist and live quietly.

Or, I have no choice but to become a monster that no one can touch even if I overuse resurrection magic.

My goal was closer to the latter.

But that goal has also become meaningless.

What do you mean becoming a heal bitch.

“I used to know a guy among the holy magicians when I was working as a team.

I’ll introduce you to him. With your talent, he’ll gladly accept you.”

“Are you passing on your disciple?”

“Yeah, you little punk. A guy with talent like you should learn from a proper guy from the start.”

Bulldog-ajussi ruffled my hair roughly.

“You should know that it’s actually a good thing. You won’t become a mediocre guy like me after learning.”

He smiled handsomely.

I looked at him quietly and gave him one last compliment.

“Ajussi is the best magician I know.”

“Heh heh, you little punk, achieve great success and repay me.”

That’s how I lost my teacher that day.

It was a short period of 5 months with him, but I learned so much.

And I learned another side of Bulldog-ajussi.

“……Is it here?”

I was standing in front of a huge mansion.

In my hand was a recommendation letter that Bulldog-ajussi had scribbled.

I looked around.

Like the mansion beyond the fence in front of me, there are all luxurious mansions lined up.

A place that looks like a neighborhood where I live well to anyone.

This place was actually a noble residential area.

Of course, even if it’s a noble residential area, there are more commoners than nobles.

Nobles are a very small number, and there are many servants to assist in the mansions and work of the nobles.

So, it wasn’t strange for me to walk down the street.

They just think I’m a servant of some house.

If I wasn’t a Transcender.

A strange gaze is fixed on my back.

My face has black hair and black eyes.

I just look like a Korean man.

The country of the Human Race, the Gladion Empire, has a strange appearance between East Asians and Westerners.

Just as Koreans distinguish between Japanese and Chinese people, Gladion residents also distinguish between Transcenders.

So, I was a very heterogeneous being in this place.

I need to pluck out the eyeballs of all the uncivilized otherworlder bastards.

I shook my head from side to side.

Even I get nervous in the noble residential area.

So, I calmly shouted beyond the iron gate.

“Excuse me, are you there?”

I called the gatekeeper in a kind voice.

“Who is it?”

At that time, someone who looked like a gardener walked out from inside.

Looking at him, I smiled as kindly as possible.

“Nice to meet you. I came to see someone named Raphael.”

“You came to see Raphael-nim?”

The gardener looked at me with squinting eyes.

And he scanned me up and down.

“You, aren’t you a Transcender?”

I get the feeling.

This gardener is a Transcender hater.

The hatred that emanates from his eyes cannot be hidden.

“Yes, I received a recommendation letter.”

I held out the recommendation letter to him.

The gardener stretched out his neck and looked at the recommendation letter here and there.

Then, he frowned.

“What am I supposed to believe and let you in with this piece of paper.”

Before I knew it, his tone had changed.

I don’t really like servants.

They only work under the nobles, but in reality, they are no different from commoners.

But they divide themselves into classes and think that they are noble because they work in the house of a noble.

In my eyes, nobles and everything are all uncivilized things.

“Can you read?”

So, I asked kindly.

“……What?”

“I’m asking if you can read.”

He can’t even speak properly.

The gardener’s face turned red.

He must have a fever.

“Th, then, I work at Raphael-nim’s house, so do you think I can’t even read!”

“Then, I don’t think those words would come out after seeing what’s written here.”

One of the characteristics of uncivilized otherworlders.

That is the illiteracy rate.

If there is a unique privilege for Transcenders, it is the ability to read, write, and speak.

This seemed to be an additional ability gained based on knowledge before being Transcended.

On the other hand, there are not many people among the otherworlders who can read and write.

This tendency is especially severe in occupations that involve simple labor.

It is a world where you are treated well just for being able to read and write.

Of course, Transcenders don’t have that.

They don’t hire them in the first place because they don’t know what kind of accident they’ll cause.

It is truly a world of terrible hatred.

“Now, read it clearly. Quickly.”

I strongly held out the recommendation letter to him.

The gardener’s eyes shook violently at my insistence on reading it.

“You can’t read it, can you? You can’t read it. Then why are you pretending to read?”

“I, I can read it, but my eyes are a little blurry right now.”

“Ah, so you were illiterate!”

“Yes, illiterate, illiterate whatchamacallit!”

Is he an idiot.

“Anyway, bring someone who knows how to read.”

“No, this person says I can read!”

“There.”

At that time, a young voice was heard from beyond the iron gate.

When I turned my head, I saw a girl with a small height and a neat dress.

She must be around mid-teens.

Her whole face is full of a delicate young lady feeling.

“What’s all the commotion?”

And I realized it as soon as I saw her.

She is a child from a noble family.

She puts her knees and feet together.

She bows her waist evenly and puts one hand behind her back and the other hand in front of her respectfully.

“Nice to meet you. Miss, I am Harua, a holy magician aspirant who received a recommendation letter from Bulldog, a combat magician who made a name for himself as a Pioneer.”

A neat and respectful greeting.

I can feel the gardener staring at me like I’m crazy.

Ah, this is called a greeting.