I Became an Unofficial Healer

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This world is said to be one with a Demon Lord and a Hero.

From looking around the adventurer’s guild, I could clearly see it was a multi-racial world with elves, beastkin, and others.

The Demon Lord is the king of a race called demons who rule over monsters and possess powerful strength.
Even after being defeated, they’re considered immortal beings who reincarnate after time passes.

The Hero is said to be a chosen one who receives divine revelation and defeats the Demon Lord with companions.

Well, up to here, it’s an explanation I’ve heard many times before.

First, I thought I should understand how this world works, so after briefly looking through a history book, I read what was most important to me.

Books about mages.

Specifically, I read the beginner’s magic book and the beginner’s guide to obtaining a healing mage license that Celine recommended.

“Insane.”

After finishing the books,

I couldn’t help but curse.

No, is this for real?

In this world, magic isn’t cast by mumbling incantations.

You just say the spell name once.

The rest involves mentally calculating something called a “spell formula” in your head and manifesting it by injecting your body’s mana into it.

And among these, the healing magic formula was of an absurdly, ridiculously difficult level.

I might barely manage the formulas for beginner magic with effort.

But the healing magic formula was of such an insanely difficult level that only mathematicians seemed capable of solving it.

From the beginning, I couldn’t even distinguish what to do or how.
And that wasn’t all there was to using healing magic.

Each formula was of an insane difficulty level.
Different formulas had to be structured for each part of the human body, and the amount of mana to be injected also differed.
The formulas also varied for each disease, and further differed according to damage state or symptoms.
And if you made even a small mistake, terrible medical accidents would happen, just as Celine said.

I could understand why a license was needed.
By the way, if you cause a medical accident without a license, you go to jail.

Unless you’re a real expert, you’re screwed.

And they say that the probability of such medical accidents occurring when casting on yourself is significantly lower.
That’s why there are adventurers who fight while casting healing magic on themselves without getting a license.

The beginner’s guide to obtaining a healing mage license had some example problems,

Though I could read the words, they were arranged in sentences mixed with damned words whose meanings I couldn’t understand.

To summarize,

A healing mage in this world,

Must be able to deploy spell formulas that are difficult to structure even one of,
And understand terminology and solve problems at the difficulty level of obtaining a medical license.

Healing mages needed to possess extremely difficult practical skills and acquire knowledge, unlike clerics who just pray to their god and use divine arts that magically heal.

While they could be dealers using much easier attack formulas, healing mages choose to acquire disgustingly difficult formulas and knowledge.

Even though there are more suitable roles, healing mages voluntarily take on a role with disgustingly high risks.

Even I thought that those who wanted to be healing mages in this world,

Were perverts.

“Ah…”

And the moment I realized this,

I could understand what word Celine was stumbling over while kindly explaining.

Pervert.

That’s right.

In front of Celine, I had proudly declared, “I want a crazy pervert profession!”

“Please, please, please let me be in the pervert profession!” is what I had declared.

Fuck.

Of course, even knowing this fact, I didn’t want to give up from the start.
I couldn’t so easily give up on a profession that could fully utilize the ability I’d gained.

So at first, I studied.

I studied desperately whenever I had time.

But.

I’m not a math genius.
Nor was I a prodigy in my original world.
Memorizing these perverted and crazy formulas and knowledge was too arduous for me.

Even if I decided to get the license, wouldn’t it take at least 10 years of study?

So I decided to look elsewhere.

If healing magic didn’t work,
I’d use my infinite mana to be overpowered.

Even beginner magic would become super powerful if I poured my infinite mana into it!

With this expectation,

I memorized the beginner fire magic from the book,

And engraved the Fire spell formula in my mind while injecting mana.

“Ueeeeeeeeeeeek!”

And immediately, a triple combo of nausea, chills, and headache hit me, and I started dry heaving.

“He-he-heal! Heal! Heal! Heal!”

No matter how much healing magic I cast on my body, the symptoms showed no signs of improvement.
Only after time passed did the symptoms barely subside.

After that,

After recovering, I tried auxiliary magic instead of attack magic,
Such as body enhancement, detection magic, and other minor spells.

The result was the same.

The moment I tried to structure the formula and inject mana, the terrifying triple combo hit my body.
No matter how much healing magic I cast, it didn’t improve at all, and I could only wait for time to pass.

After multiple attempts, what I discovered was,

Just like the story I made up,

I had truly become someone who could use only healing magic and not a single other spell.

To be an adventurer, I really had to either obtain the crazy license and live as a healer,
Or as Celine suggested, become a dealer fighting like a berserker while casting healing magic on myself.

“Fuck life.”

It was a situation where I couldn’t help but curse.

And what I learned later made my mood even worse.

It was when I was reading books in the archive to find a better way to live in this world.

It is said that the goddess grants desired wishes to heroes who defeat the Demon Lord, or heroes or their companions.

This wasn’t just nonsense found in fairy tales,

But a fact with clear historical records.

Obtaining vast wealth,

Healing a companion’s severe wounds that couldn’t be treated,
Sometimes even being able to talk to the soul of a dear person who had already passed away, and so on.
The records detailed the wishes made by previous heroes and their companions.

In other words, the only way I discovered to return to my original world,

Was to either become a companion of a hero who defeats the Demon Lord,
Or to defeat the Demon Lord myself.

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After setting this ridiculously outrageous goal, I tried to become an adventurer somehow.

The most promising way was to become a hero’s companion.
If I restored their health, mana, or wounds with my healing, the hero would handle everything else well.

But to become a hero’s companion, I needed fame.
An uncertified, unofficial healer needed fame as an adventurer to become a companion.

According to what I heard from adventurers while serving, it was just after the Demon Lord’s appearance,

And typically, the time it takes for a hero to build their strength and defeat the Demon Lord is an average of 10 years.

This meant that even if I dedicated myself to studying and got a license, the hero might defeat the Demon Lord in the meantime.

So I gave up on getting a license.

Instead, I made it my primary goal to somehow gain fame as an adventurer,
Catch the hero’s eye, build trust,
And make them receive my healing.

I didn’t want to become a warrior and fight painfully.

And so my bloody effort began.

The most necessary thing was, of course, money!
I decided to earn as much money as I could within my capabilities.

Since I was temporarily treated as an employee of the adventurer’s guild while working as a server,
I could sleep in the employee dormitory inside the guild, so lodging was free!

I worked from morning until after lunch, and after that was free time.
Wages came weekly, and the cost of meals was deducted from those wages.

While working in the restaurant, I collected information from the adventurers’ stories.

During my free time in the afternoon, I decided to earn extra money by taking F-rank requests like herb gathering.

Just serving alone wouldn’t be enough to buy proper equipment.
Additional income was essential.

With my meager wages, I bought equipment needed for gathering.
After receiving guidance from the kind Celine and obtaining information about the grasslands where herbs grew, I moved quickly.

After accepting a request, I ran straight to the grasslands without resting, identified herbs with knowledge from books, gathered and gathered and gathered until my pouch was full, then ran back at full speed to deliver.

With Stamina Heal, I didn’t have to worry about running out of energy or getting muscle pain, so no one could gather herbs and deliver them faster than me.

“With that stamina, you really would suit being a warrior…”

“I don’t like pain.”

“Then you should obtain a license.”

“I don’t have confidence in passing that crazy exam. Just studying for it would take years, how could I do it?”

“Are you giving up on being a healer?”

“No! I’ll build up achievements so that even without a license, I can find reliable companions who will trust my healing!”

“How will you build achievements to gain such trust?”

“Promotion! I’ll show off my recovery skills every time to make people receive my healing magic! Once they taste my healing magic, they won’t be able to escape!”

“…I wish you good luck.”

Celine, who couldn’t honestly say it would definitely work but still encouraged me, was truly an angel.

And day after day, after finishing my serving job, I promoted my healing magic.

And what I gained from this was neither trust nor achievement,

But a cursed nickname – “quack healer” – given to me by people who had never seen my skills.
No one had ever received my healing, yet the nickname stuck.

Fuck life.