You've been summoned into another world along with your classmates and your bully, Elena.

The holy queen who summoned everyone, Queen Beryl, speaks up,

"This is the holy kingdom, Luciano. You're all here to work for us in fighting off Lilith, the demon queen. Say what your Job Class is so we can start training."

Just like a game. Job Classes are unique abilities. Everyone gets really cool and strong Job Classes. Elena bitch gets Hero Job Class. You're the last one.

What is your Job Class?

The moment you open your mouth to speak, the entire room freezes in silence. Even Queen Berryl looks disappointed as she stares at you with disgust.

"A... A Healer?!" Elena sputters incredulously, "Are you serious?! This pathetic excuse for a Job Class belongs to someone like you, Loona?!" She laughs hysterically before continuing, "I can't believe I was worried that you'd get something useful!"

Elena can barely contain her laughter as she looks around at the others, clearly expecting them to share in her amusement. "A Healer, huh? Well, I guess that means you'll be making sure we all live through this little adventure!" She pauses for a moment before adding with a sneer, "That is, if you're even capable of healing anyone properly."

Queen Berryl clears her throat loudly, trying to regain control of the situation. "Of course,"

"Healers are just as important as warriors in times like these," Queen Berryl says sternly, giving you a brief nod of acknowledgement. "Your duty is to keep our forces strong and healthy." She pauses, eyes narrowing as she looks at you carefully before continuing, "But that doesn't mean you won't be expected to fight when necessary, Loona. We'll need all hands on deck if we hope to stand against Lilith."

The queen turns her attention back to the others. "

Elena snorts derisively at this, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say," she mutters under her breath. The others in the room exchange uncomfortable glances, clearly unsure how to react to Elena's blatant disrespect toward their queen.

The training begins, with everyone focusing on improving their combat skills and learning new spells or techniques appropriate for their Job Classes.

Elena frowns as she is forced to train alongside you, grumbling under her breath about how she'd rather be facing real demons instead of spending time with "someone like you." She makes a show of ignoring your presence whenever possible, often training on her own or engaging in mock battles with the other heroes.

As the days pass, you begin to notice that Elena isn't the only one who treats you poorly.

"...What's your deal?" one of the other students asks you as you sit alone at lunch. "Why are you helping Lilith?" They glare at you suspiciously, their eyes narrowed with disdain. You can feel a few others nearby listening in on the conversation, waiting to see how you'll respond.

Trouble seems to follow you everywhere you go in this new world...

The other student nearly chokes on their food at your blunt reply. "You're not... helping us?" They sputter incredulously, glancing around at the others in confusion. You can tell that they don't believe you. "But why would you want to help Lilith? She's evil!"

They shake their head and turn away from you, muttering under their breath about how stupid and pathetic you are.

The other student shrugs, clearly not understanding your motives. "Well, it's just stupid to help her," they say with a huff, frowning at you disapprovingly before wandering off to find someone else to talk to. You can feel the eyes of everyone around you on you, as if you're some sort of freak or outcast for not wanting to help save the world.

Later that day, during training, Elena comes up behind you and gives your arm a hard shove. "What's your deal?"

Elena's eyes narrow as she studies your face. "You think you can get away with this?" She shoves you again, harder this time, sending you stumbling back a step. "You're pathetic, Loona! Why do you want to help her? Do you have some sort of sick fascination with demons or something?"

Her voice drips with venom as she leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear. "

You feel a surge of anger and frustration as you throw the punch, connecting solidly with her jaw. There's a loud crack as her head snaps back, and she collapses to the ground in a heap. The other students gasp in shock at what you've just done.

For a moment, there's silence. Then, Queen Berryl clears her throat sharply, drawing everyone's attention back to her. "Loona,"

She says in a disapproving tone, "You've just attacked one of your classmates. That is unacceptable behavior. You will be punished." She pauses for effect before adding coldly, "Perhaps you should consider the consequences of your actions, Loona. The world isn't as forgiving as it was in your own pathetic little life."

Elena groans and struggles to sit up, clutching her jaw in pain. Blood trickles down her chin, staining her pristine armor. "

Elena's eyes narrow as she glares at you venomously, blood dripping from her chin. "You're going to regret that," she hisses through gritted teeth. The other students in the room exchange uneasy glances, unsure how to react to your defiance of their queen and Elena's warning.

As you turn away and leave the training grounds, you can feel the eyes of everyone on your back.

Elena's face turns even redder as she watches you walk away, seething with anger and hatred. "That bitch," she mutters under her breath, wiping the blood off her chin. "She doesn't understand... She can't understand." Her eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears as she clenches her fists, knuckles turning white from the strain. "I'll show her," Elena vows vengefully. "

As you wander through the city, the whispers follow you like a shadow. You can feel the cold stares burning into your back as people gossip about what happened during training and why Queen Berryl didn't punish you more severely for attacking Elena. The further you get from the castle, the more brazen they become, with some even going so far as to spit at your feet or throw rocks in your direction.

As you tend to the wounded and sickly people of the city, it becomes clear that your Healer Job Class is not as worthless or unwanted as Queen Berryl had made it out to be. In fact, many seem grateful for your help, their expressions softening as they see the care in your eyes and feel the warmth of your touch. It's a small comfort in this cold, cruel world.

But no matter how much good you do, there will always be those who resent you for it.

"There's an old woman down by the docks," one of them says softly, "She's been sick for days now and can barely move. She could really use someone to help her." You nod gratefully and make your way through the winding streets toward the docks, hoping that you might be able to ease at least some of the suffering in this world.

As you approach the old woman's hut by the docks, you can hear her weak and raspy cough echoing through the air. The door is slightly ajar, revealing her frail form curled up on a makeshift bed. You knock gently on the wooden frame, calling out to let her know that someone has come to help.

There's a moment of silence before she speaks, her voice barely audible above the sound of her labored breathing. "Who is it? Is it... one of them?"

You hear movement inside the hut and the old woman slowly pushes herself upright, leaning against the wall for support. The door creaks open a crack further, revealing her wrinkled face, sunken eyes, and thinning white hair. She peers out at you warily, suspicion etched into every line of her weathered features.

"You're... one of us," she whispers, relief flooding her voice. "I thought... I thought they'd left me to die."

The old woman seems to relax at your words and the reassurance in your tone. "Thank you... Thank you for coming," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rasping sound of her labored breathing. You nod gently and enter the small hut, moving to kneel beside her makeshift bed. She watches you warily, as if afraid that you might suddenly disappear or change your mind about helping her.

"My name is Lidia," she says finally, her voice growing slightly stronger with each word. "What...

"My name is Lidia," she says finally, her voice growing slightly stronger with each word. "What... I mean, what brings you here? Why would you want to help me?" There's a slight quaver in her voice as she asks the question, fear and suspicion still etched into her features.

"Demons? But that's just a fairy tale..." Lidia looks at you skeptically, her brow furrowed in confusion and doubt. "You expect me to believe such nonsense after everything we've been through?" She shakes her head slowly. "No, no, there must be another explanation."

Lidia's eyes widen in shock, her face paling as she processes your words. "But... That can't be true," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "They couldn't really mean to send us against demons... not again."

"I don't know how they could do something like this," Lidia says, more to herself than to you. "We were told that the war was over, that we could finally have some peace." Her shoulders slump in despair as realization dawns on her face. "But it seems I was wrong about all of that."

She turns her gaze back to you, a flicker of gratitude shining in her tired eyes. "Thank you, kind stranger. For helping me understand the truth." It is clear that she has taken your side despite having heard conflicting information.

"I see... Loona. It's good to meet you, even under these difficult circumstances." Lidia manages a weak smile before falling into a fit of coughing, clutching at her chest with a look of pain.

Lidia gasps for breath as she answers, her words barely above a whisper. "The demon that afflicts me is an old one... a cursed spirit that clings to my lungs. My heart burns with the weight of its presence." She pauses between ragged breaths, her voice trailing off as exhaustion claims her once more.

"Lung cancer," Lidia says in a broken voice, her words dripping with despair. "It's been slowly killing me, suffocating me from the inside out. The demon is real, all right."

"Wait..." Lidia's eyes widen in shock as you reveal the truth about the cancer being a natural part of the human body gone awry. "You're saying it's not a curse? That it's just my own body attacking itself?" Her voice falters, hope and fear warring within her.

With trembling hands, she reaches out to grasp your wrist, her gaze burning with desperation. "If that's true... if I'm not cursed... then maybe there's still time. Maybe I can be saved..."

The old woman nods weakly, a faint smile on her face as she whispers, "I trust you, healer."

Lidia sighs softly, closing her eyes once more. After a moment, she opens them and turns to look at you expectantly. "Well? What are you waiting for?" She asks impatiently. "Come now, I don't have all day!" She begins to cough again and you quickly kneel beside her bed and begin to treat her chest, pressing your hands against the pained flesh with tender pressure while chanting healing words in an unknown tongue.

Lidia's eyes flutter shut as the pain seems to ease, her breathing growing slightly steadier. You continue to press your hands against her chest, the warmth spreading through your palms as you focus your will on cleansing the cancerous cells from her body. As you work, Lidia's skin begins to glow with a soft, ethereal light, and her labored breathing slows until it is barely audible. The air around her seems to thicken with anticipation as the light intensifies, bathing you both in its gentle radiance.

Then, with a final surge of energy that leaves her gasping, she thrusts her head forward - almost touching your ear. In a hushed voice filled with urgency "It hurts... Everything hurts! I can feel my bones splintering..." Her fingers dig into your arms hard enough to draw blood.