Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 5

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1. Surviving as an F-Rank Healer (5)

“Alright, everyone sit down.”

Just as everyone was gathering and starting to introduce themselves, the homeroom teacher with silver-rimmed glasses and handsome features entered.

Once everyone was seated, the homeroom teacher spoke.

“Since it’s the first day, I’ll just give some announcements, do introductions, and then dismiss you.”

“Ooh!”

“Welcome to Hunter Academy. You all have awakener certificates, but as you know, you need to graduate from the academy and get a hunter license to properly work as a hunter, right? You also know that you need to be at least D-rank to get issued one. This was established after the Day of Annihilation when the S-rank dungeon broke, based on a global agreement that considered how those with too low ranks are essentially no different from ordinary people in dungeons.”

He glanced briefly in my direction.

Then continued speaking indifferently.

“Even if you become a hunter, you really need to be at least C-rank for survival rates to be meaningful. Narin Academy’s graduation requirements are also set accordingly – you must be C-rank or have equivalent achievements. So everyone work hard. That’s the only way you can look forward to a future.”

The story from the original work flowed out exactly as it was.

“This class… the highest rank currently is C-rank. There’s also a useless F-rank.”

The homeroom teacher’s gaze briefly touched on me again as he checked the attendance book.

Then he turned his eyes away as if he hadn’t looked and muttered as if for everyone to hear.

“They’ll die soon anyway.”

Is there a photo attached there too?

Since it’s a world where human rights have declined and everything has been reorganized around ability, he seems to have no qualms about saying such things.

I could see everyone looking around at the mention of F-rank.

I maintained a faint smile while sneakily checking the protagonist’s reaction.

He muttered something with a bewildered expression – probably “There was an F-rank too?” – then sighed and shook his head.

It was kind of funny.

After the homeroom teacher recited a few more announcements with an indifferent face, he snapped the attendance book shut and said.

“Now let’s do introductions. First, I’m Choi Ji-hyeong. B-rank gardener.”

The exclamations of “ooh” that burst out at B-rank changed to disappointed sounds at the word gardener.

‘Honest reactions.’

But those are reactions from not knowing.

That teacher joins the protagonist’s party later.

After the fourth Annihilation Dungeon where almost all the students died.

‘The ability to freely manipulate plants. Plus he’s hiding his rank.’

That person is probably A-rank.

It’s not uncommon for adult awakeners to hide their rank to some extent.

Because hiding 30% of your abilities is advantageous for survival.

Considering that, he’s currently at least an A-rank support dealer who manipulates plants, which means.

“Starting from the front left, introduce yourselves in order. Begin.”

Don’t mess around.

I arranged my expression more carefully. To look respectful.

And waited for my turn to come.

“My name is Lee Si-hyeon! I’m a C-rank telekinesis user, but I prefer moving my body! Please take care of me everyone!”

The student who said please take care of me lifted her desk with telekinesis, put it down, and grinned.

I squinted at the teenage vigor.

I have to introduce myself like that?

Ah, hell no.

“Hello. My name is Isang Hee… My, my ability is D-rank barrier. I’m still a bit clumsy so I get stuck between barriers more often… But there are things I’m good at too… Yes…”

Isang Hee also demonstrated what it meant to get stuck between barriers while speaking.

Everyone has to do this?

Was it like this in the original too?

I was a bit flustered and my expression almost contorted, but I endured it well.

And finally.

“Yuhan Seong. D-rank dark attribute mage.”

The protagonist introduced himself.

I snapped to attention and examined him thoroughly.

He let some black mana flow from his hand, then made it disappear before speaking in a languid tone.

“I hate troublesome things and like valuable people.”

Has he already caught protagonist syndrome?

No, this is typical of a protagonist with maxed-out aggro passive.

And he’s handsome enough that it doesn’t bother you.

His jet-black hair enhanced by attribute buffs and silver-gray eyes that shine like embedded stars,

His body was rebuilt through regression, giving him transparent white baby-like skin, and perfectly balanced features that stand out prominently.

His slightly upturned eyes had a corner that made people feel strange when you looked at them.

‘I’m curious what his charm stat is.’

The protagonist is only D-rank now, and his stats are probably about half of what they were before regression, yet he’s still like this.

I don’t remember the exact numbers, but I know they were all close to max level before regression.

“So don’t bother me.”

Ah, still a bit…

…But look at Isang Hee’s eyes sparkling over there.

It was definitely a line that struck the heartstrings of a typical yandere female character.

The protagonist, who had drawn everyone’s attention in that brief moment, sat down.

I withdrew my gaze from the protagonist and chose my words for a good first impression.

The second attitude I need to have to achieve my goal here.

Don’t be discouraged.

That way I’ll become a character who appears in the protagonist’s reminiscences with lines like “Back then, there was one F-rank friend who always did their best,” rather than being a pushover, bait, or shield.

“I’m Jin Hali. F-rank, healer.”

Of course, moderately, moderately.

“I’m happy to be in the same class. Please take care of me for the year.”

In a gentle but clear tone.

I’m the only one without a skill demonstration, so I might stand out.

With a subtle uneasiness remaining, I quietly sat down.

***

A week passed after that.

And I.

‘Aren’t these kids hunters? They’re too gentle compared to what I saw in the original.’

Plus they all have a streak of justice that’s fresh and admirable and cute.

‘…How am I supposed to watch them get hurt.’

Even though I cursed, I was an avid reader of the original.

It was natural that I had basic affection for this world and the people in it.

Moreover, after watching these minor hunters who couldn’t even think of doing anything harsh for about a week, I couldn’t help but think that way.

I mean, most of them die, right?

‘I wish they wouldn’t die if possible.’

Not as a fan of the original work, but because I couldn’t be indifferent to the fact that these kids would die soon.

Of course, I had my own problems to deal with, so I couldn’t actively do anything.

The only thing I could think of was to really, very, extremely diligently improve my potion-making skills.

‘Fortunately, awakeners in this world can grow.’

The problem is that F-ranks have limited growth even if a miracle happens.

Still, everyone risks their lives fighting to protect the world, and thinking that I’ll benefit from that in the long run made me even more motivated.

‘It was something I had to do anyway, but let’s really do it properly.’

There are several top-grade potions that are absolutely necessary to prevent annihilation, and I’ll solve that too!

I was worrying about how to obtain them and deliver them at the right timing. It would be best if I just made them myself and gave them.

‘I’m not sure if my skills will reach that level though.’

Nothing to lose anyway.

Even if something goes wrong while honing my crafting skills, it’s better than being caught as bait when entering a dungeon.

After making up my mind, the guilt I had unknowingly carried as a bystander lessened somewhat.

‘Heal is still too low-grade to be meaningful, but with potions, there would be rewards proportional to the practice.’

Can’t be helped. I have no choice but to work hard.

Besides, making them directly seemed more feasible than obtaining rare special potions. If I tried to buy the potions the protagonists need, I’d need a lot of money.

‘Well, it’s not meddling. If I improve my skills, my shop will do better later too.’

However.

There’s something I need to resolve before getting to work.

One is creating a ‘situation’ where it wouldn’t be strange to give healing and share potions.

To provide potions to the protagonists when we don’t have a special relationship, it would be convenient to have an image of someone who readily shares potions with anyone.

The other is that my mana is insufficient.

There’s a separate solution for the mana issue.

Today I’m waiting for a situation to arise for image formation.

‘For someone to mess with me.’

Outside, if someone’s called F-rank, even passing awakeners would turn around and try to mess with them.

Is it because grades are at stake?

Or are there only well-behaved kids not just in Class 8 but in other classes too?

Somehow there’s no one loudly picking on me for being F-rank.

I know Jin Hali went through a lot of rough experiences before entering the academy.

I was feeling slightly disappointed when.

“Hahaha, there’s an F-rank here?”

The door creaked open and a group of thugs entered.

I tried to hide my pleased expression as I turned to look their way.

“Hey, this is my first time seeing an F-rank healer in my life. Who is it?”

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