Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 12

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2. The Generous Healer (2)

Fortunately, the S-ranks from all grades had heard rumors about F-ranks’ incompetence beyond imagination and weren’t even showing a hint of sympathy.

In the end, I had achieved what I wanted – being able to stay slightly removed from the original story.

My smooth survival plan was proceeding successfully, but there was no time to celebrate.

I was too busy.

Even if I didn’t enter, dungeons affected by annihilation would open in the first semester with grade fluctuations, and the first Annihilation Dungeon would also open. All episodes where many people got hurt.

‘Will I be able to make ‘that’ potion by then?’

Honestly, I think it’s impossible.

It’s not like Yuhan Seong can’t clear it without it. But if I could make it, there would be more survivors.

The fact that it wouldn’t affect whether it could be cleared relieved some of the burden on my mind.

That’s when it happened.

Pop!

“Success! Hehe. Erich, look at this. I can give it to the kids when they return tomorrow!”

[Damn it…]

Erich, who had said he didn’t need such trivial potions and made an additional contract on the first day with the condition [F-rank Healer Jin Hali’s potions are unnecessary, so Jin Hali will transfer Erich to a wealthy awakener in the future], let out a mournful sound.

Fifteen total, including one for the teacher.

One of them was actually an intermediate potion. Even if it was D-rank.

In just one week, barely sleeping at all, this was the achievement I had gained by pushing myself.

And so now.

I was enjoying my own private festival.

The medicine bottle trembled slightly with a pop sound.

I carefully picked up the bottle.

Clear light purple liquid swirled slowly inside.

Mana that turned silver when it caught the light rippled faintly.

“Hmm.”

Erich’s grumbling tickled my ears.

Along with words telling me not to get too excited over such trivial potions.

“But it’s pretty, isn’t it?”

I barely managed to raise my drooping arms to shoulder height. My hands were shaking a bit. It was natural since I hadn’t slept properly for a week.

On the desk, bottles containing failed attempts stood in a row.

Red. Murky gray. Strange green with bubbles that wouldn’t settle.

All potions that had to be thrown away.

Among them, one potion with the desired color and viscosity was finally sparkling.

“Fifteen.”

I pulled over a box and laid the bottles inside one by one.

Counting all the successes so far, there were twenty-five F-rank basic recovery potions that were nearly colorless.

Including the D-rank potion I just succeeded with and the low-grade special potions, that’s twenty-eight total.

“One is for the teacher.”

I muttered with my tongue twisted from drowsiness.

“The rest are for the classmates. Should I just hand them out in front of the infirmary when they return tomorrow?”

[You’re going to give away all the extras without keeping any? What a pointless thing to do. No one will even welcome it.]

“Erich, do you want to drink some too? You can drink it.”

Erich’s cold words followed, asking what meaning there could be in raising mental resistance just a little.

As if he knew that the day when everyone’s minds would break was coming to this world.

Well, Erich would have no choice but to know, wouldn’t he?

Remembering the secret Erich had in the original story, I grinned.

That secret would become meaningless now anyway.

“Still, couldn’t it delay it a little?”

Thinking about annihilation made my chest sting a little inside.

I now know the faces of those who didn’t survive in the original story. Now they’re people who come and go before my eyes as classmates.

“…I hope it hurts a little less.”

Even if I can’t prevent many deaths.

I heard Erich grumbling.

[Look after your own life. You flickering candle.]

“It’s just. This is the only thing I can make.”

Instead of an answer, I only felt the presence of someone taking a long breath.

The presence beyond the earring disappeared for a moment. Instead, something like the smell of the sea seeped in very faintly and then disappeared.

“Done.”

I closed the lid of the box.

Then, as the tension released, my eyelids became heavy all at once.

“I should sleep a little and wake up.”

I tried to get up but sat down on the floor instead. My legs were shaking. I had mana left, but my stamina was at rock bottom.

Not the stamina from my previous life that I use instead of mana, but this body’s stamina.

“Going to bed is too bothersome.”

I roughly pulled over a mat that was spread on the floor and curled up to lie down.

Erich’s drowsy voice brushed my ear, telling me to at least cover myself.

“Mmm.”

I reached out and pulled over the thin blanket that was on top of the box.

I closed my eyes while tightly hugging the box containing the potions.

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The next morning.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I cried out in surprise.

“I’m going to be late!”

The sun was high up.

When I checked the clock, it was just before school time.

Without time to wash, I roughly wiped my face with wet tissues and changed into my school uniform.

I tied my hair tightly in one bundle and picked up the box.

When I went out to the hallway, students from other classes were running down one by one.

The hallway was a bit noisier since it was the day the upperclassmen returned from the Practice Dungeon.

I hugged the box containing additional potions tightly and went down the stairs.

Then I found a spot where I could see the infirmary and sat down.

When I leaned against the wall, my back ached a little.

“Just endure a little…”

The kids who finished their practice would likely stop by the infirmary.

I could just hand them potions without saying anything then.

As if they came out by chance while practicing.

“Let’s see. The colorless ones can be drunk by anyone.”

I muttered to myself while counting the bottles again.

“The light purple one is hmm.”

Lee Hae-sol.

Yuhan Seong.

And the teacher.

This is the highest grade one.

Which of the three should I give it to?

“More importantly, would potions of this level be useful to those people?”

I muttered quietly.

“…Anyway, one bottle won’t turn the world upside down.”

Still.

If someone’s nightmares could be weakened even a little.

I thought of Yuhan Seong, whom I had briefly met before.

What he needed wasn’t this kind of potion, but real high-grade potions that could prevent destruction.

It’s a useless thought.

I pushed down my impatient feelings.

If I keep grinding like this, hope will surely appear.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs from afar.

The corridor toward the Old School Building became noisy with bustling laughter.

I hugged the box tighter.

Soon I heard the sound of the door handle turning as those who had entered the Infirmary were about to come out.

The moment the door opened, upperclassmen with barely any blood on their practice uniforms poured out first.

I could see them massaging their shoulders or bending and straightening their knees.

I placed the box on my knees and looked up.

“Oh. F-rank!”

There was a student waving their hand as if greeting me casually.

It seemed my facial features had already spread throughout the school.

Half curiosity, half looking at me like a rolling stone, but I was just grateful.

‘If it had been my life before possessing this body, my heart would have mercilessly shrunk at even one indifferent greeting.’

This seems to be a good thing about being possessed.

“If you need them, please use these, seniors.”

I opened the box lid and held out bottles as I grabbed them randomly.

“These came out while practicing. They’re just basic potions though.”

I had set aside ones for my classmates separately. These were potions that couldn’t be called 100% complete, but they were effective.

Even though they were like chicken ribs, I planned to close the lid immediately if they refused.

But the students blinked a few times and actually approached me first.

“Whoa. They’re free?”

“Of course. They came out while practicing.”

“Still! Thanks.”

Their tone was light and their attitude was scattered, but there was no sign of annoyance or looking down on me.

I was subtly flustered.

‘This easily?’

While I was handing out potions, the students went down one by one with smiles.

After that, someone tapped my shoulder and passed by.

When I looked up, eyes that seemed somehow displeased were looking down at me.

…Lee Hae-sol?

It was that Lee Hae-sol who had given the entrance oath on the first day.

While I was giving potions to the seniors, our class’s morning practice seemed to have ended too.

“What are you doing here?”

Slightly ragged breathing.

Sweat beaded on his face as if he had just come out of practice.

Silver powder on his thighs glinted languidly.

Was it the Sand Dungeon?

“Are you okay? Did the seniors say something?”

“Uh, uh, no. It’s not like that.”

I was slightly flustered by the close distance for people having their first conversation, then hesitated.

The back of his hand was slightly scratched and bleeding a little.

As soon as I saw that, I reflexively searched inside the box.

And I took out one of the potions for my classmates that I had hidden at the bottom.

“Here.”

When I took out a colorless recovery potion and handed it to him, Lee Hae-sol tilted his head with a cold expression.

With ice attributes, he looked cold on the outside, but he was the most gentle character in the original work.

The displeased look from earlier had disappeared, as if it really wasn’t directed at me.

“What’s this?”

At his puzzled voice, I said.

“Something that came out while practicing. The efficacy is similar to regular ones.”

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