Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 9

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1. Surviving as an F-Rank Healer (9)

The story about finding the old school building while eating lunch was half true.

Narin Academy’s buildings have a design where traditional Korean architecture naturally blends with the modern structures I know.

However, the old school building deviated slightly from that, taking the form of a traditional Korean house.

And a rather eerie, abandoned traditional house at that.

Creeeeak-.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the quiet interior.

‘When I first came here, I was nervous thinking ghosts might appear.’

But coming here every time I ate my lunch box, I’ve gotten used to it now.

I even came to like this quietness.

‘Though the mana isn’t quiet.’

Is it because it’s unstable unlike other places?

Rather, I liked how ‘mana’ could be felt more clearly on a physical level.

I headed toward my destination without getting lost.

“The Manufacturing Room really does look like ghosts would appear, doesn’t it?”

The dust-covered interior.

Tools including triangular flasks were equipped as one set per long table combined with sinks.

On one side, empty potion bottles were stacked up in boxes, and next to them was a storage cabinet with nothing displayed except on the top shelf.

“Hmm.”

The top shelf is just barely within reach. I need to take all of those.

Was it when about three Annihilation Dungeons had opened?

I remember those status ailment removal potions up there being surprisingly helpful.

Since they were potions left for a long time in a place with unstable mana, mana from the Other World seeped in, making them more effective inside dungeons?

Anyway, since they’re helpful, I should set them aside for the protagonist when the time comes.

‘But for now, my training takes priority.’

Where are you, Miniature Dungeon.

I need to first find the magical tool that was like chicken ribs to the protagonist but essential to me.

After opening the window for ventilation and roughly adapting to the unstable flow of mana.

Whoooosh-.

From somewhere came the sound of waves along with sand flowing in.

I moved little by little toward the direction of that sound.

Carefully, as if approaching a frightened young beast.

And then, thud!

As soon as I touched the table right in front of the storage cabinet I mentioned among the six crafting tables, I snatched the flask.

The reason I moved as if someone might steal it was because this Miniature Dungeon was a mobile dungeon that took the form of laboratory equipment and would silently run away.

‘Once caught, it doesn’t resist though.’

Instead, it tests the person who caught it.

Or not.

Rather than a test, that’s more like…

“I’m sure the sound came from here.”

I spoke in an awkward tone so that ‘Erich the Demon Sword’ pretending to sleep inside the dungeon could hear, then put the flask to my ear.

“It’s definitely coming from here. The mana too.”

And the next moment.

With a small gasp of “Ah,” I was sucked into the flask.

According to plan.

When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a forest clearing with good sunlight.

And in the center of that clearing, three small jewelry boxes were placed.

The test is simple.

I just need to choose the one with the most unstable mana among these.

‘I don’t even need to read the mana.’

I pretended to think for about 30 seconds while reading the signs placed behind the boxes.

“Choose your destiny? What is this, some starting village?”

Let me see, I’ll even add the same kind of interjection.

Right.

“Hmm, then I’ll take this one!”

When I chose a wooden box that was hard to even call a jewelry box, loud laughter came from somewhere.

This box was originally only visible to awakened individuals with C-rank or lower mana.

When choosing an owner to wield him, Erich the Demon Sword picks someone weak so that they’ll eventually need his power.

‘Of course, there were several other criteria besides that… But since I can see that box, I should assume the other criteria are met.’

And once this choice is made, the demon sword tests how easy the opponent is to deceive.

[Young one.]

“Huh, wha, what? Who is it? Where is that voice coming from?”

[Do not be alarmed. Let me introduce myself. I am Erich Benod, descendant of the hero Axilion of the old Benod Castle. I am a Messenger of the Gods who has awakened to make a contract with you.]

Messenger of the Gods my ass.

I hid my sneer and acted like an innocent F-rank.

Let’s make the contract first.

“Messenger of the Gods?”

[That’s right. You are the one chosen by me. Your soul is as deep and clear as the waters of Rgamot!]

This guy seems to be spouting random nonsense.

Isn’t Rgamot a place name from the demon realm where the demon sword lived before being sealed in the sword?

‘Fire flows like water there, doesn’t it?’

He’s probably not indirectly saying I have a lot of anger. He really seems to be saying random things.

The demon sword spoke to me as I pretended to be shy.

[Young one, will you not make a contract with me?]

“…Umm. What’s good for me if I contract with you?”

[You can use my power freely for just a small price. Though you’ll have to pass through some dangerous trials first…]

“Dangerous trials?”

When I asked back in a frightened voice, the demon sword hastily continued.

[Dangerous trials that convert your HP and lifespan into mana. The mana extracted at the cost of life will become mana with the highest purity and supreme concentration of any mana.]

Those words would only interest someone like Yuhan Seong, you know?

But this F-rank healer was also short on mana, so Erich was lucky.

“High purity and supreme concentration mana. Then I could make lots of potions with just a little.”

[Potions and such should be bought and used, young one. We don’t need great potions anyway.]

Sure you would say that.

It’s pitiful thinking about Erich’s future when he’ll be desperate for even those not-so-great potions.

“I see. Got it.”

I will call all the potions I make from now on ‘not-so-great potions’ and absolutely never give them to Erich.

He’ll find out later, but one of the conditions for unsealing him is continuously feeding him low-grade potions.

“But do I really have to do that? It seems dangerous.”

Erich’s voice became a bit more seductive.

[Don’t worry. Even if you become endangered while taking that trial, I will protect you.]

Then I widened my eyes and made them moist like some innocent girl from a comic.

As if I’d been waiting for this.

And I shouted.

“Thank you! You’re such a kind box!”

[…I’m not a box, I’m a sword… No, no, are you serious?]

“Huh? Of course! You just said you’d protect me. Meeting such a kind wooden box, I must be lucky.”

[…]

Perhaps feeling like he was being scammed, Erich fell silent for a moment.

But he wouldn’t have many other options either.

This old school building had been neglected for over 70 years, and during those 70 years the mana became more unstable, turning his dungeon from a small dungeon into a miniature dungeon.

He needs to catch me.

It’s a bit unfortunate that he doesn’t know I’m F-rank right now since his eyes are blinded by the mana in this place.

Oh, come to think of it, if he finds out I’m a healer, won’t he refuse to give up on becoming a magical tool spirit?

I’ll need to make a binding contract too.

***

Before my regression, the original protagonist Yuhan Seong came here after hearing rumors that there was an old magic sword in the Old Teacher’s Alchemy Lab.

And he struggled for a whole month in that room trying to find the magic sword.

‘Was that when he was looking for a sword to give to the freshman representative?’

It was ultimately futile since it wasn’t a sword that suited Lee Hae-sol anyway.

Touching this and that, disassembling magical tools, analyzing magic patterns. After repeating that process for a month, the entrance he finally found was exactly.

‘That miniature dungeon connected to the Other World.’

When Yuhan Seong faced the choice in the miniature dungeon, he had already noticed that something was hidden.

That something was an ego (soul), and that it was already awake. And strangely, it wasn’t in the visible choice in front of him, but in a transparent box.

That’s right.

Even in his D-rank state, Yuhan Seong possessed mana that Erich couldn’t take lightly.

Though he wasn’t actually D-rank to begin with.

He picked up that transparent box and before Erich could even speak to him, he chanted this incantation.

“I revere the arrangements of Fortuna. Wearing the faithfulness of those who follow him, we shall be eternal.”

[…Huh?]

“Yep.”

[Alchemist? What are you doing right now, gah.]

“Complete! You’re mine now! Nice to meet you, Erich.”

[…What?]

After swiftly making the contract, Erich made a dumbfounded sound.

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