Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 7

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1. Surviving as an F-Rank Healer (7)

He deliberately turned his eyes away from Jin Hali’s bright smile.

‘…But if she doesn’t give up even after a year passes.’

Then, he might be able to raise her survival rate a little.

Han Seong twisted up one corner of his mouth and spoke to Jin Hali inwardly.

‘I’ll help you reach C-rank at least so you can stay alive after graduation.’

Though I don’t know how long that enthusiasm will last.

‘Miracles are only given drop by drop to those who work themselves to death.’

Humans with gentle dispositions generally lack persistence. If Jin Hali was that type, it would actually be fortunate. Keeping her alive would be an easier task.

That thought was shattered just one week later.

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Unaware that the Protagonist had begun paying attention to me after just one reckless boast, I steadily welcomed the next day.

Today’s business was at the Faculty Office.

To get permission to use a personal Manufacturing Room.

Of course, there was a more important purpose than that, but it wasn’t something I needed the Teacher’s permission for.

“Teacher!”

“What.”

The homeroom teacher, who had viewed Jin Hali unfavorably from the first day, reluctantly responded.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“A favor?”

The intention of ‘you’re asking me for something like that despite your position’ was very, blatantly obvious.

I looked at him with an extremely apologetic and dejected expression, then spoke carefully.

“Could I borrow the Manufacturing Room during times when no one else is using it? I don’t have a personal Manufacturing Room or manufacturing equipment. Ah! I’ll prepare the materials myself.”

“Haah.”

He let out one deep, tired sigh as if life was wearisome.

He was doing it all for show.

When I quietly kept my mouth shut and read the room, he tapped his desk to kill time before answering.

“Why do you need the Manufacturing Room?”

I answered without being too hasty.

“Because potion making is the only thing I know how to do.”

“At least you know that much. Then you must also know well that Narin Academy’s Manufacturing Room is too valuable a place to use just for making low-grade potions.”

The homeroom teacher dealt critical damage with an indifferent expression.

“Personal rooms are only permitted starting from second year.”

“That’s….”

I didn’t know that. But second year is too late.

‘Since incidents happen non-stop starting from first year.’

Practical training starts today.

I naturally got excluded since I didn’t ask any S-rank students from other classes to take me along, but the other kids were different.

‘I remember there being no casualties this month at least.’

A period when ominous signs keep appearing and the first meeting incident between the Protagonist and main characters occurs.

I need to raise my abilities as much as possible during this one month.

Since the Academy also has a set amount of potions they provide, anything beyond that has to be purchased, and from intermediate grade onwards, prices are set at amounts students can hardly afford.

Normally this system wouldn’t be problematic.

After all, dangerous situations requiring intermediate potions rarely occur in the first year.

‘Or they’re situations so dire that intermediate potions are meaningless and you just die.’

But after this one month, Class 8 is scheduled to suffer from all sorts of abnormal Dungeons throughout the entire first year….

I glanced at my skill window.

[Welcome to the world of <Only I Have an SSS-Rank Party>!]

– Your soul will become nourishment that sustains the world!

[Please note that while this world was formed with reference to a specific worldview, it is a world where some irregularities are permitted to match the world’s balance.]

The window I saw immediately upon possessing this body remained the same.

[Character Profile]

[‘Jin Hali’

– Unlucky Extra (A): If you have one lucky day, the remaining 364 days will be unlucky! Wishes generally come true in reverse.

– Healer (F): Heals shallow wounds.]

If I interpret that useless A-rank passive according to the current situation, it means my potion crafting success rate is significantly lower than even a regular F-rank Healer’s success rate.

Sure enough.

[Exclusive Skills]

– Reverse Heal (F): Absorbs misfortune from the targeted area to miraculously revive it. Intermittently receives blessings from an Otherworldly Deity.

Can be used three times per day. Activation command ‘Heal’.

– Potion Crafting (F): Combines with misfortune value to result in failure with high probability! However, when mixed with otherworldly mana, there’s a 0.001 probability of crafting the lowest-grade potion.

Activation command ‘Mix’ (chantless activation possible).

Just look at that skill window with all those ominous words attached.

Since I’ve decided to improve my abilities in a direction that helps the kids as much as possible, there’s only one thing to do.

I had to work my ass off.

To death.

“That’s? That’s what?”

I swallowed my saliva and spoke to the homeroom teacher who was waiting for my excuse.

“…Even low-grade potions are still potions.”

“At best they’re only effective on E-rank and D-rank students, and have minimal effect on C-rank. Above that, there’s no point in drinking them.”

“Exactly.”

My head ached so much from squeezing out a plausible excuse.

“One-third of our class is E-rank, and the rest are still D-rank.”

Only one or two are C-rank and above.

“…That’s right.”

Did the homeroom teacher just hesitate for a moment, or was it my imagination?

I tilted my head in wonder, then continued speaking without paying it much mind.

“And even looking at the entire first year, there aren’t many C-rank and above students.”

Our class just happens to have many E-rank students, but other classes probably aren’t much different.

‘There’s only one S-rank student in first year, and that kid is a trap character.’

At least during first year, most will be roughly similar.

‘After that, ranks will diverge based on growth rate.’

So basically, there are plenty of kids who need even the lowest-grade potions.

Perhaps catching on to what I was trying to say, the homeroom teacher frowned with a strange expression.

But the fact that he remained silent instead of immediately telling me to stop talking nonsense was a hopeful reaction.

After a moment, he pushed up his plain glasses and said.

“…Continue.”

“If I make a lot of them, my success rate will improve too. Even if only one or two succeed, it’ll be better than having nothing.”

“The Manufacturing Room for just one or two?”

“I can barely go to Dungeons anyway. I’m the only one with spare time, and it seems wasteful to do nothing during that time. I’ll prepare the materials myself and practice, so it should be profitable for the school… shouldn’t it…!”

“Hmm. The school’s benefit, you say.”

The homeroom teacher turned his chair toward me and sat down.

Ice-cold eyes were examining me. It felt like he was observing whether I was lying.

“In the long term, you won’t be able to continuously supply materials, so it doesn’t seem like much of a benefit. Rather, considering an F-rank’s success rate, there’s a very high chance that only the tools will wear out and that’ll be the end of it.”

Strangely, the contemptuous feeling that had been in the homeroom teacher’s voice disappeared.

‘Ah, could it be that he’s starting to feel I have some value?’

Only then did I remember that this B-rank(?) gardener was someone who became serious when it came to work.

‘And one more thing. He’s a penny-pincher.’

I moved my lips hesitantly, then carefully spoke again.

“Then I’ll sell them cheap.”

“You’re going to openly do business within the school?”

It’s not even forbidden.

“F-rank for 1 dun, E-rank for 3 dun.”

“….”

The minimum unit of dungeon currency, ‘DUN’.

At the mention of selling them for the equivalent of 100 won and 300 won, the homeroom teacher pressed his lips tightly together.

“That should be enough to cover the material costs.”

For reference, the lowest-grade F-rank potion costs 1 silver (10,000 won), low-grade E and D-rank potions cost about 100 silver (1 million won), and mid-grade C and B-rank potions cost 500 silver (5 million won).

High-grade A-rank and higher supreme-grade potions often cost whatever price was asked.

“…Even considering that it’s a potion made by a student, that’s excessively cheap.”

I thought I was securing a customer who would welcome cheap and good potions.

But somehow the nuance seemed like he was telling me to charge more, which puzzled me, though I didn’t let my guard down.

There was no way this rank (sometimes gold) supremacist would give me advice that would benefit me.

‘This is him testing me. He’s waiting for me to insist strongly!’

In the slightly quieted faculty office, I quickly waved my hands and spoke.

“Not at all. Well, I’ve never practiced before… I think it’s not a bad price for potions made by a beginner.”

Usually, healers are assigned a separate teacher who teaches them techniques, but I didn’t have that.

Coincidentally, not a single healer had entered the first year this time, so I was naturally neglected.

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