Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 8

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1. Surviving as an F-Rank Healer (8)

If only I wasn’t F-rank, I would have been treated well even at a somewhat low grade.

In other words, what I was saying was also a request for a deal with that neglected situation in mind.

“I’m planning to practice for about a week before selling. I’ll give away the ones I succeed with during practice as promotion. How does that sound?”

“….”

The homeroom teacher looked at me with strange eyes.

Not only that, but the other teachers around him also started glancing over while pretending not to.

Of course, their students would also be targets, so I brought this up in the faculty office for everyone to hear.

That’s right. It’s good for everyone, isn’t it?

It’s good for me to practice, and it’s beneficial for others to have cheap emergency supplies.

Though I have no intention of making cheap stuff.

“Hmm.”

The homeroom teacher now seemed to be pondering what words to use to give permission.

This was the moment.

After confirming that the homeroom teacher had softened enough, I casually added what I had been aiming for.

“I’m not asking for a good place either.”

This is the most important part.

“I heard there’s an unused manufacturing room in the old school building. Would it be okay to use that place?”

“…How do you even know about that place.”

The homeroom teacher, who had only been sharp until now, spoke without an edge for the first time.

And he even showed reluctance.

“Even so, that place is a bit…”

As another teacher whose name I didn’t know tried to butt in, I looked only at the homeroom teacher and clasped my hands in front of my chest.

“I discovered it while looking for a place to eat my lunch box.”

Jin Hali had no one to eat with and was also a poor special class student who received tuition exemption.

The subsidy for meal costs had been taken by her family, so she was surviving on free bread or simple cooking meals provided in the morning or evening.

And the teachers would surely know about such a situation.

It wouldn’t be bad to stimulate some sympathy right now.

“I guess you don’t know why that place was closed off. The mana there is unstable.”

“Ah, but I’m F-rank, so I think it would be fine?”

“….”

The homeroom teacher hesitated with a reluctant expression.

But he would give permission.

Even though it was beneficial work, he wouldn’t want to show any sign of supporting an F-rank healer.

‘Performance bonuses are given to homeroom teachers each semester based on their students’ achievements, and this is a system that considers efficiency.’

If he supported someone like an F-rank and got no benefit, it would be a minus for him.

But if it was the old school building, there would be no such worries.

‘I know why the mana there is unstable.’

In the original work, an artifact that the protagonist picked up as something useless and threw to his magic sword as food was sleeping there.

The so-called converter that changes HP to MP!

‘Plus, if you consistently give low-grade potions to the ego inside, it unlocks a function that speeds up health recovery.’

Because of this function, the protagonist later had trouble taming the magic sword that was sleeping in this magic tool.

He had to subdue by force a magic sword with infinite health.

‘I don’t need the magic sword, I’ll just use the other functions myself.’

The protagonist doesn’t need the magic sword anyway.

Later it only causes complicated problems with being chosen as the magic sword’s sacrifice and such.

‘Just donate it to someone like me who needs to run a factory.’

The reason I’m so insistent on this place is because it also converts lifespan into mana.

Through Yuhan Seong’s countless regressions, he was full of spare lifespans left over from not living his full lifespan.

What happened in this magic tool episode was that all of that was given at once as ‘additional HP’.

And since I’m a possessor, there was a possibility that I also had that ‘spare lifespan left from not being able to live’.

If that exists?

‘I’ll alternate between using the spare lifespan and this body’s stamina.’

Then I could overcome the F-rank’s weakness of not having much work capacity due to running out of stamina.

‘I’ll become an infinite potion factory!’

If I run it infinitely like that, my proficiency will also increase exponentially…

I have a separate method for the materials needed to practice special potions!

If things go well, I might be able to mass-produce even intermediate potions with an infinite factory in the first semester of my first year!

Hiding such thoughts, I persuaded the homeroom teacher with an innocent face for now.

“I’ll mainly be making low-grade potions, so unstable mana should be fine.”

“…Why are you so desperate about this?”

The homeroom teacher, who had been quietly listening to my continued words, asked me with a troubled expression.

I paused for a moment, then answered with an embarrassed smile.

“Well, I’m very lacking. I need to work harder. So I won’t be a hindrance.”

Even if it’s a homeroom teacher who wouldn’t care if I died, coming this far, he’d think it’s better to just let me do it.

“….”

Eventually, the homeroom teacher handed over the key with a suspicious expression.

A square-shaped iron key was attached to a bracelet.

“Thank you!”

“Don’t forget that you have to prepare the materials yourself.”

“Of course!”

I’ll grow conscientiously, and while I’m at it, attract my future customers too!

Success.

“When I succeed in manufacturing, I’ll come to you first for inspection!”

As I smiled brightly and shouted with joy, the homeroom teacher frowned.

“I got it, so go out. I need to prepare for the next class.”

“Yes!”

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“Oh my. Anyone can see she’s doing that because she doesn’t want to see people get hurt.”

As soon as the strange first-year student Jin Hali left the faculty office, the teacher in the front seat started muttering and interfering.

This was a teacher who was displeased that Choi Ji-hyeong, only twenty-five years old, had joined Narin as a promising B-rank support-type Hunter and bothered him at every turn.

On other days, he would have thought of it as a mosquito flying around and ignored it, but today that didn’t work well.

When he glanced over instead of ignoring, that teacher continued his long muttering.

“Doesn’t everyone know that the most students die in the first-year final dungeon?”

“….”

“Even if they’re low-grade potions. Making up all sorts of strange reasons and saying she’ll sell them cheap, what else could it be? She’s trying to reduce the number of deaths.”

“Is that how you see it?”

When he replied cynically, the teacher snorted.

Normally he would have been intimidated, but today he wasn’t even being cautious.

“If not that, would she bother doing something that brings her no benefit?”

“It could be to make a good impression on high-rank students.”

“Tsk tsk, if she fails at everything after doing that, it’ll only be a flaw. Why bother?”

“…Sigh. So what.”

Actually, Choi Ji-hyeong also knew that what he was saying was (for once) correct.

He knew it but deliberately didn’t say it. It was meaningless behavior anyway, and wouldn’t last long.

“What else could it be, it’s admirable. Though it won’t last long.”

The annoying teacher, thinking the same thing, clicked his tongue with a regretful expression.

“If only he wasn’t F-rank, tsk.”

If he wasn’t, well.

Knowing this was a teacher who would make unfair contracts with a 17-year-old high school freshman, Choi Ji-hyeong narrowed his eyes and stared intently.

It was especially unpleasant since this happened right after the teacher had just grudgingly given Jin Hali a single Manufacturing Room in the Old School Building, not even treating her like a proper student.

“Ahem. Well, anyway, kids that age think about these things at least once. Maybe it’s because they’re young, but you get students like that sometimes, you know?”

“An F-rank acting like that isn’t admirable, it’s strange.”

However, despite his displeasure, he continued the conversation because Choi Ji-hyeong needed this.

She said she’d procure the materials herself.

While low-grade materials could be gathered from the artificial forest on campus, she was willing to go through all that trouble.

It was truly an unfair contract.

He hoped that F-rank wouldn’t disgustingly die here, but would safely drop out or get expelled instead.

Not volunteering to struggle like this.

Tsk, how unpleasant.

The Teacher spoke to the displeased-looking Choi Ji-hyeong.

“Well, if that student sells them cheap, it’ll improve the kids’ survival rate, so I’m grateful for that.”

“There’s nothing to be grateful for.”

Choi Ji-hyeong sighed once. After sorting through his displeasure, he replied indifferently again.

“It won’t last long anyway.”

“Even if it’s brief, I’m still grateful.”

How many people could remain altruistic for long when survival was at stake?

That too was probably the naive behavior of a child who didn’t understand reality.

“And if she’s a beginner, even low-grade potions will be difficult to make. I guarantee she’ll give up within a week.”

“Hmm. True enough.”

There could be no disagreement about this.

He truly believed that.

“Hehe, Teacher! I succeeded!”

Until a week later when the Student came running to him, holding out a potion with hands covered in burn scars.

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