Returned

*Chirp chirp*

Hearing the birds outside and feeling the sunlight across her face, Evelyn slowly opened her eyes.

'Didn't I die?'

Confused, she slowly sat up and looked around her. She was in a small room sitting in a single bed, barely big enough to fit her. Other than the bed, there was only a simple wooden desk with a chair before it and a small dresser in the room.

'Isn't this my appartement?'

This appartement was one her parents had gotten for her when she turned eighteen. They had told her that she was now too old to live at home with her parents and it was time to live on her own. Of course, there was no such need for her twin…

This one-bedroom appartement consisted of a small bedroom, a bathroom and an integrated kitchen/living room, just big enough for one person to live in. When she first started living there, it had been a big adjustment from the three-story mansion with servants she grew up in.

She quickly had to learn how to live on her own, away from the help of others. Luckily, she had often been neglected by her family and the staff, so she at very least knew how to take care of herself. What was hard was money.

Though she never got an allowance like her sister, there was always food available in the kitchen, and if the servants neglected her room, there was a fully functional washer and drier in the basement for her bedsheets and other clothing. Though she had struggled a bit the first time she had to use it at the age of ten, it was no longer a problem when she moved out eight years later.

The problem was money. She had never had a job and no actual experience from the outside world, as she had been tightly secured in the refines of her house. Even school had to forgo, as her parents would rather hire a private tutor to come to their home and thus home-school her there. All just to keep her out of public view and keep up the ruse that she was too sickly.

So, when she had started to live on her own and tried to find work, the battle had been arduous. She quickly became broke, and food became scarce. With her parents refusing to help her, it had been a few hard months before she found some online freelancing translating jobs.

With those and other odd jobs, she had somehow managed to survive the next two years until her parents took her back after her awakening.

'Thinking back, they might have had something to do with me not being able to find a job.'

Her parent's reach was certainly strong enough to hinder people from hiring her, after all.

Shaking off the bad memories from her past, Evelyn got out of bed and started to look at her surroundings in earnest.

This appartement should have been sold after she moved back with her parents, but it looked exactly the same as she remembered it.

After looking around the appartement trying to look for clues as to how she got there, she saw herself in the reflection from the bathroom mirror.

"How?" she gasped, as she gently touched her face. The scar above her eyebrow was gone, and her face looked younger. Not by a lot, but enough that she noticed.

After looking a bit longer, she sat down at her dining table and tried to gather herself.

"I died. I am sure I died in the tower. But then, how am I here? And how is the scar from last year gone?"

Feeling more and more bewildered, she remembered the system notice she had gotten before she died. What did it say again?

"System, show me the notice log," she said out loud, and a screen popped up in front of her. The blue screen giving her some comfort with its familiarity.

Opening the latest notice the screen flickered, and a message appeared in front of her.

 *New Class: Black Healer*

Congratulations! You have completed the hidden legendary quest, healing an S-ranked monster on its last breath by sacrificing yourself. Your immensely caring heart should be an inspiration to all healers, both human and monsters alike! For not caring for the wounded's different race and even sacrificing the last of your own life force, you have been given a new chance at life.

As she read it, she felt her confusion deepened.

"Caring heart? All I wanted was revenge…" she muttered as she kept reading. "And what is this, 'a new chance at life'?"

And then it clicked. The reason she was in her old appartement, why her scar was gone and how she was alive. She had gone back in time to before she originally awakened.

"A truly new start…" she mumbled as she opened her character page to check out her new class.

Her original class had been healer, and though it had some limitations, it had been a great help in her past life.

Name: Evelyn

Race: Human

Title: Returned (L)

Age: 19

Class: Black Healer (Healer)

Stats: STR: 1 DEX: 1 CON: 3 INT: 3 WIS: 3 CHA: 2 LUCk: 3 Health: 20 Mana: 20

Abilities: Basic heal, Wound care, Steal life

Skills: Are you a friend?

Seeing that her class had truly changed, she clicked it to see the description.

Black Healer – As a human that has chosen to give their life to save a S-grade monster on the verge of death, you have showed your outstanding conviction as a healer. As a professional healer, you do not differentiate between those that are wounded and treat them all the same. As you have been willing to use your own life force to help others, you may now also take it from those you deem unworthy of life. The power that lies in the hand of a Black Healer is the power to control life force in yourself and those around you. Whether you give someone a new chance at life or take it away from them, the choice is now in your hands.

Class related abilities:

Steal Life Force (Lvl. 1): You may take a small amount of life force from your opponent. Higher proficiency in the skill will allow a greater amount of life force to be extracted.

Black Heal (Lvl.1): Use your own life force to heal others. The beings you heal will feel a miniscule amount of devotion towards you. Higher proficiency in the skill will allow a greater heal and a stronger devotion.

Class related skills:

Are you a friend? (Lvl. 1): Low-intelligent beings will feel slightly less hostile towards you; the effects will vary depending on the race.