Multiverse Anime: The Healer's Harem Chronicles

Academy City, renowned as the most technologically advanced metropolis in the world, stands 20 to 30 years ahead of the rest of the globe. With a population of nearly 2.3 million, over 80% of its residents are students who have developed unique "superpowers" through specialized training in various institutions.

For reasons unknown, Ethan Cross felt an uncanny familiarity with this narration.

His ability? Healing.

Yet, he hadn't undergone the mandatory System Scan, leaving him classified as a Level 0—a powerless individual. When Ethan regained his senses, he found himself in Academy City, his past a blank slate. Thanks to his exceptional aptitude, he had somehow landed an internship at a hospital in District 7.

It was July, and Ethan sat at his desk, typing the final lines of a medical report in Japanese—his proficiency almost unsettling.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"This way! Hold on, Queen!"

The commotion outside the door snapped Ethan out of his focus. Before he could react, the clinic door burst open with a loud bang.

Two young girls rushed in, supporting a blonde on a stretcher. They looked no older than middle schoolers.

"Patient: Female, age unknown. Visible mechanical trauma to the posterior skull and outer thigh…"

The blonde's long golden hair was streaked with blood, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her exposed skin bore numerous scratches and bruises. Her uniform—a white blouse, brown jacket, and dark pleated skirt—marked her as a student of Tokiwadai Middle School, an elite academy for young women.

"What's going on?" Ethan stood up, his tone calm but firm. "The emergency room is on the first floor. You're in the wrong place."

The girl with purple princess curls took a deep breath, forcing herself to explain. "Doctor, this is the right place. Our Queen… Shokuhou-sama, she… she fell down the stairs."

The blonde on the stretcher, however, seemed oddly composed, her eyes scanning the room with curiosity.

The sign on the door read: Special Treatment Room for Espers. The young doctor before her couldn't have been older than 18. Dressed in a white coat, glasses, and a mask, his features were obscured, but his black hair and sharp eyes gave him an air of quiet confidence.

An intern? she thought. And that name tag… Ethan Cross. Not a Japanese name. A foreigner? What's his deal?

"Mito, this is unnecessary. Let me confirm it myself," the blonde said, her voice soft but commanding.

The girl with fluffy chocolate-brown hair—Mito—nodded, pulling out a sleek smartphone. She pointed it at Ethan, her expression serious.

Psychic ability?

Ethan felt a sudden wave of unease. His instincts screamed at him to resist, but before he could react—

Ding.

Mental Stinger.

"I see," Mito said, her tone almost smug. "An international student from abroad? So, the rumors are true. The '100% Healer' really exists. No wonder they hid you here."

The blonde sighed. "Mito…"

"Queen Shokuhou, you understand, right? We can't take risks. I've already neutralized any potential threat from him."

Mito tucked her phone away, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. In mere seconds, she had used her Mental Stinger ability to probe Ethan's mind. Aside from his peculiar healing power, there was nothing unusual.

The blonde—Shokuhou Misaki—preferred not to abuse her own abilities, especially when it came to delving into the darkest corners of someone's mind. That was a task best left to her subordinates.

"Even with Academy City's advanced medical technology, treating such a deep wound would require cutting my hair…" Shokuhou muttered, tapping her cheek with a gloved hand. Her starry eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief.

"So, Doctor Cross," she said, her voice sweet yet commanding, "can you help me?"

As she spoke, the effects of Psychological Perforation faded. Ethan's vacant expression sharpened, and he frowned slightly.

What did she just do to me?

Shokuhou's mental abilities had likely blocked her pain, preventing her from passing out. But her name… why did it sound so familiar?

"I can try," Ethan said, his tone measured. "But it requires physical contact. My apologies."

The girl with chocolate-brown hair—Mito—shot him a glare, clearly displeased at the idea of a boy touching her "Queen."

"If it's necessary for treatment," the purple-haired girl said reluctantly, "please proceed."

"Let's move her to the bed—"

"No need," Ethan interrupted. "This will only take a moment."

He stepped forward, placing a hand on Shokuhou's shoulder. To him, there was no distinction between genders in medicine—only patients. But he knew better than to overstep, especially with a group of protective teenagers.

Heal.

A faint green light emanated from Ethan's hand. In seconds, Shokuhou's wounds began to close, her bruises fading as if they'd never existed. The girls watched in awe as the impossible unfolded before their eyes.

"Incredible…"

"Even Academy City's regeneration tech can't compare!"

But Ethan wasn't celebrating. His healing ability came with a cost. The moment he activated it, he was flooded with the pain, fear, and despair his patient had endured—not just from her injuries, but from her entire life.

His expression twisted as the weight of her suffering crashed into him.

Shokuhou's eyes widened. "Could it be…?"

"My healing ability," Ethan said through gritted teeth, "transfers the patient's pain to me. But don't worry. I can't feel pain… so it doesn't affect me."

Mito and the others exchanged uneasy glances.

No pain? they thought. What kind of life must he have lived to endure that?

"You're truly a lifesaver," Shokuhou said, sitting up gracefully. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, untouched by the earlier chaos.

Ethan finally got a good look at her. She was undeniably beautiful, with doll-like features and an air of regal confidence. But her name… Shokuhou Misaki.

The fifth-ranked Level 5 Esper in Academy City. Mental Out.

"Thank you for your help today," Shokuhou said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "If you ever need a favor, don't hesitate to ask☆~"

Ethan remained impassive. "No need. I'll be reporting the unauthorized use of abilities in this hospital to Tokiwadai. And don't forget to pay for the door you broke."

Shokuhou blinked, taken aback. This was the first time a boy had been completely immune to her charm.

"I'll make sure to compensate you properly!" the purple-haired girl said, bowing deeply.

Ethan nodded, his attention already shifting to the next task.

As the girls left, Shokuhou paused at the door, glancing back at him with a curious smile.

"You speak Japanese very well. Goodbye, Dr. Cross—the man who feels no pain☆~"

Ethan didn't respond. He simply returned to his desk, typing up the medical report. When he swiped Shokuhou's health card, her information appeared on the screen:

Shokuhou Misaki, Age 14.

One of the seven Level 5 Espers, Ethan thought. Mental Out. No wonder she's so dangerous.

As he finished the report, he noticed a smear of blood on his sleeve.

"When did that get there?"