Lukas142

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WARNING: HAREM!

Michael, formerly a military veteran turned mercenary, was living quite a peaceful and slightly eventful life. That was until an accident happened that caused him great misfortune, rendering him unable to continue being a mercenary.

After that point, his life spiraled into that of an alcoholic, eventually leading to his demise.

Before he died, he saw something odd; it was a blue hologram with the words 'Do you wish to start anew?'

Michael readily accepted and was thrust into a fantasy world with a mysterious system companion that seemed to be hell bent on making him the best healer in the world. However, as he began unraveling mysteries, he found out his identity was not as simple as it seemed.

Healing System

"It hadn't changed as much as I thought," Michael remarked as he strolled through the now clean and proper subway pathway.

It was still a subway at the end of the day; however, it seemed like people actually made an effort to make the slums a livable place to be in.

Nonetheless, Fafnir didn't seem too talkative, as if he had a lot on his mind.

"You're affiliated with the eldritch beings, aren't you?" Fafnir asked with a sigh. "That eye, that sudden surge of power—you must've done something."

"I guess you could say that, but I'm not exactly affiliated with them. They are more like my contractors, and in exchange, I get a safe place to train," Michael remarked.

"That doesn't sound like enough of a reason to get on the eldritch beings' side. Who are you contracted with, anyway? Is it some higher being? Or an imp?"

The Talk