Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 95

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14. I Liked Being a Despised F-Rank Healer Though? (4)

“It’s nice and quiet here.”

“You seem to adapt well to new places.”

“Right!”

I smiled.

Since I never planned to stay anywhere long, I adapted quickly wherever I went.

Yuhan Seong’s gaze naturally moved to the desk.

“It’s neat, isn’t it?”

He nodded.

And then after a while. He hesitated for a moment before asking.

“Today, were you okay?”

I didn’t answer that question right away.

The question of whether you’re okay is always ambiguous.

If you say you’re okay, it feels like nothing happened, and if you say you’re not okay, there’s too much to explain.

“It was quieter than I expected.”

Yuhan Seong nodded as if he understood what I meant.

He was silent for a moment before speaking.

“The Jung Mi-hyeong situation, you endured all of that alone.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. We should have noticed sooner.”

I shook my head.

That was true, but I didn’t want to blame him.

“It was done in a way that you couldn’t have known.”

Yuhan Seong didn’t say anything more.

Instead, he shifted the topic back to the mask.

“That thing, does it make you feel different when you wear it?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?”

I thought for a moment before answering.

“It feels like it’s giving me permission.”

“Permission?”

“Yeah. Permission to think it’s okay.”

Yuhan Seong laughed briefly after hearing that.

It was a short, low laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

He said that and then turned toward the door.

He seemed to be getting ready to leave.

“Rest today. We have class tomorrow too.”

“You too.”

“I always do.”

He added as he opened the door.

“Hali.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, don’t endure it alone.”

I nodded.

“Make sure to tell me.”

The door closed and it became quiet again.

The distinctive night air of the dormitory filled the room.

***

I was called to the guidance office for various reasons.

The inside of the guidance office was an orderly space.

There was just one desk, two chairs across from it, and regulation files and schedules filling the walls.

I stood in front of the designated seat and waited for a moment.

“Sit down.”

The guidance teacher organized the documents on the desk once before looking at me.

His expression was dry and emotionless.

“After the final dungeon, there was a student evaluation meeting. Your name was mentioned several times during that process.”

“My name? Why?”

“Based on your report card, you’re still an F-rank Healer. Unless there are changes going forward, you won’t be able to legally enter C-rank dungeons.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“However, you’ve sufficiently shown that you qualify as an exceptional case.”

“Is that, so?”

I was nodding when I felt uneasy.

“Your survival contribution in the final dungeon, potion usage frequency, movement judgment, and even unanimous testimony from party members. Everyone was clamoring for your achievements to be recognized. Excellent.”

It was quite strange with that emotionless tone.

Moreover.

“And you, you had dungeon experience during the break, didn’t you?”

How do you know something even the Center doesn’t know.

He picked up a sheet of paper.

Looking at it with a dumbfounded expression, I saw it was densely filled with text.

‘Hmm, well, I did think that if someone wasn’t incompetent, they’d probably know about the vacation dungeon by now.’

I deliberately lowered my gaze to avoid looking at the contents.

“So I proposed one plan to the higher-ups. Fortunately, it passed.”

“About me?”

“That’s right. Jin Hali, the proposal was to give you options.”

The word “options” caught my attention.

Generally, options aren’t a good thing.

“Options?”

My voice came out as calmly as possible.

“That’s right.”

“What kind?”

This is ominous!

“Until now, dungeon deployment has been limited for your rank. You could only participate by being incorporated into a party of higher-ranked Awakened, or in controlled environments like test dungeons.”

I knew those regulations better than anyone.

And honestly speaking, I’d been safe until now thanks to those regulations.

“But after this evaluation, the opinion came up that exceptions could be applied.”

Um, excuse me.

“Going forward, when you want to enter dungeons, you won’t necessarily need to be chosen by S-rank Awakened.”

“Ooh.”

Good heavens.

“Of course, it’s not random deployment.”

“Then, what?”

“It means you can participate autonomously within a limited scope, after prior application and simple screening.”

Can that really be called autonomous?

“This could be seen as a privilege, or it could be seen as a burden.”

“Then.”

“So we won’t apply it immediately.”

He looked straight at me.

His gaze became a little more serious than before.

“The choice will be yours. Whether to accept this exception clause, or maintain the existing regulations as they are.”

The room became quiet.

I placed my hands neatly on my knees.

My fingertips felt a little cold.

If I accept, I’ll have more occasions to enter dungeons.

More occasions means it becomes more dangerous.

But why aren’t words of refusal coming out immediately?

“You don’t need to answer right away.”

The teacher said.

“I’ll give you time to think.”

“How long do I have to think about it?”

“One week.”

I nodded.

One week is enough.

It even felt rather long for reaching a conclusion.

“Understood. I’ll think about it and let you know.”

I stood up from my seat and bowed politely.

And then I screamed silently inside, “Kyaaah!”

***

One week later.

The classroom atmosphere had changed even before morning assembly began.

Usually at this time, laughter and chatter would flow first, but today everyone was sitting in their seats with lowered voices.

Most of the snacks and accessories that had been placed on desks were cleared away, and the space in front of the blackboard looked unusually empty.

I sat in my seat by the window and opened my bag to check inside.

The cloth wrapped around the potion bottles to prevent them from clashing against each other was properly in place.

The bell rang and the homeroom teacher entered the classroom.

Her steps were faster and more composed than usual.

The sound of documents being placed on the teacher’s desk rang out clearly.

“There’s something to announce today. So focus from now on.”

The classroom became quiet in an instant.

The students’ gazes naturally gathered toward the front.

At that moment, I felt that today wouldn’t pass by ordinarily.

“The school dungeon will be fully opened to first-year students starting today.”

Sounds of inhaling could be heard from here and there.

The opening of all dungeons also meant that the minimal protective barrier was thinning.

“From now on, dungeon classes will minimize theory and center around various practice dungeons. The entire grade will participate, and team formation will proceed within each class. You can form teams across classes, or you can go alone.”

The teacher paused briefly and turned the page of documents.

The sound of paper turning echoed softly in the classroom.

“The difficulty of official academy dungeons is C-rank. However, there have been reports that internal patterns are somewhat unstable due to the influence of recent various incidents, so keep that in mind.”

The students’ faces stiffened subtly.

The beginning of destruction.

For us who had encountered that most closely, those words gave a different impression.

“So the core of this dungeon isn’t individual performance. It’s team survival, cooperation, and maintaining support systems.”

The teacher attached the prepared team formation chart to the blackboard.

The sound of magnets attaching rang out softly.

The students’ gazes moved in unison.

“Teams will be formed in units of six people. Each team will have a balanced arrangement of front-line and rear-line members. At least one healer or potion user will be included.”

This was practically a predetermined course.

And.

“Jin Hali.”

As expected, my name was called.

“You won’t be fixed to a specific team. In this dungeon, you’re designated as support staff for the entire class. Handle potion distribution, emergency recovery, and rear stabilization according to each team’s requests.”

The classroom stirred briefly.

At the mention of support staff, gazes gathered on me a few more times.

Not being tied to a team meant freedom, but at the same time, it meant the scope of responsibility would broaden.

I answered quietly.

“Yes!”

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