Traveling through the game world, starting out as a third-rate villain

"No----!"

"You can't die, you can't die..."

Sylvie's mind echoed with a desperate spell, repeated over and over again: "You can't die, you can't die." Every word was an endless plea, and every repetition was a resistance to death.

She closed her eyes tightly, bit her lips, blood gushed out and dripped onto the ground, but the pain was no longer important to her. What really devoured her was the pain in her heart, the unbearable despair.

This girl, who had just found her resolve, was about to fail again.

"You can't die. You can't die."

Like a broken doll, she repeatedly told herself to open her eyes in her mind. Her hand slowly reached for Morse's cheek, and when her fingers touched his skin, she felt cold.

"You can't die. You can't die."

Sylvie didn't notice it, but a bright light began to emanate from her body.

Her strong emotions... her abilities were responding to them.

[Power of the First Lord]

At her desperate plea, a miracle happens. The vanished light, like a flame rekindled from embers, returns to Morse's body. The line between life and death becomes blurred, and Sylvie loses herself in the process.

She had no idea what she was doing and was just madly releasing her magical powers.

Her hands were guided by a supernatural force.

The internal bleeding gradually stopped and the damaged tissue began to heal under her care, a delicate process that required a precision and skill far beyond the capabilities of a novice therapist.

Sylvie’s treatments aren’t limited to the wounds she can see.

Her magic power turned into yellow threads that extended from her hands and touched Morse's broken arm. Reattaching a broken arm is a complex task involving blood vessels, nerves, muscles and bones.

Her movements were like those of a master therapist performing a surgical operation. She meticulously ensured that every part was perfectly aligned, leaving no room for error. Once the arm was seamlessly connected, there was only one final step left.

Morse was bleeding so much that his internal organs were failing, a critical condition that would normally be fatal. But Sylvie had broken through these limitations, and a rare miracle was unfolding before her eyes.

Her dazzling power enveloped Morse, filling his entire body, as if she was weaving the threads of life, sewing his life essence back together.

As Sylvie's mana covered Morse's body, she channeled the power with unwavering focus.

A miracle unfolded before her eyes, as if she had breathed life back into this weakened body. It was a desperate attempt against time to regenerate his lost blood and ensure his survival.

Gradually, she felt a light rekindled within Morse, a sign of life returning.

The coldness that had once occupied his skin was gradually replaced by warmth, spreading from her hands to every corner of his body. The feeling was like a fire rekindled from a dying ember.

"ah……"

As she felt the sensation in her hand, consciousness gradually returned. The trance gradually broke, and she felt the existence of this world again.

"He's finally okay."

She thought to herself, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

When Sylvie confirmed that Morse's breathing had stabilized, she knew she had succeeded.

"Thank God..."

She was exhausted from all the effort. Her vision was blurring and her consciousness was starting to waver.

"Morse..."

She used her last bit of strength to whisper Morse's name, her voice like a faint breath in the dim dungeon.

Boom!

Then, like a falling petal, she fell beside him, her chest rising and falling with her weak breaths.

She accomplished this miraculous feat at a huge cost to save lives, and Sylvie collapsed from extreme exhaustion.

At this moment, the future Saint finally awakens...

......

After encouraging Sylvie, the tutor left her to calm down on her own. She was good at dealing with students' problems, so she knew that staying with Sylvie would not help her much.

“I hope she succeeds.”

She thought to herself. This girl clearly has a traumatic past, something is holding her back.

"I really wish I had picked someone more capable."

She had chosen someone at random in a hurry without having a chance to choose carefully, and now, due to her negligence, student Morse was in danger.

"It's no use regretting it, I guess."

However, contrary to her thoughts, suddenly, she felt the energy flowing within the barrier.

“She really did it.”

The mentor turned his head, held his breath, and watched everything happening in front of him, witnessing the extraordinary healing ability displayed by Sylvie.

"I think I owe her an apology."

When she saw the girl's determination and her innate gift for healing, she felt a mixture of pride and a hint of guilt.

"What's this?"

As Morse's condition improved, she noticed something unusual was happening.

A dazzling beam of light rose from Sylvie's body and rushed straight to the dark ceiling of the dungeon. This was a sight she had never seen in her many years of hunting and teaching career.

"This is?"

A huge amount of energy emanated from the shining light. Her eyes widened as she realized the significance of this beam of light.

This was a clear sign that something extraordinary, almost divine, was happening. The mentor, who had known many therapists in her career, knew that this phenomenon was not to be underestimated.

The fact that this girl, who was paralyzed by fear just now, could now trigger such a phenomenon shows that she is a special person.

A man with different talents.

"A person who may become a [Venerable] in the future."

When she realized this, she suddenly felt a hint of jealousy.

“I guess some people are just born special.”

She couldn't help but shook her head, feeling amused at herself for having such thoughts.

"What am I thinking? Am I still a child?"

With a feeling of self-reproach, she walked towards Sylvie, whose unconscious body lay beside the now-stabilized Morse.

“She really saved him.”

She knew that the college and the world would be changed by this event, and that this young therapist had saved a life in the most extraordinary way.

"I think she could use a break."

Thinking of this, she gently picked up the two young men on the ground and began to leave the underground city, while looking up at the sky.

"I suddenly wish I were still a young man..."

......

It is said that when a person is on the verge of death, his or her entire life flashes before his or her eyes like a revolving lantern.

Those things you want to do, the wishes you want to realize, the things you once regretted, they will all come to your mind one by one.

When death approaches, you will desire to live and feel fear.

In this world filled with countless powerful people, death is everywhere and can come at any time.

Unless you are strong enough or prepared, death can take your life at any time.

But I know that I am not strong.

Not strong enough to achieve my goals, not strong enough to avoid death.

I am ready for the dangers I will encounter.

Or rather, I wasn't ready.

No, that's not right, I was wrong.

I wasn't fully prepared.

I am too arrogant.

I was too careless.

Looking at the white ceiling, these thoughts flashed through my mind.

“I nearly lost my life.”

Thinking back to everything in the dungeon, I clenched my fists.

"I was too careless."

Just because nothing happened in the game, I ignored the risk of the Devil Contractor sneaking into the academy...

I arrogantly thought I could handle all threats on my own...

Looking back on it all, it all started with my behavior.

"I should have known that what I did would come back to bite me."

This world might be based on a game.

But from the moment I made a different choice as a "variable", everything was destined to be different.

"Ms. Miller sends her regards."

The bastard's words echoed in my mind, and the shadow of the Devil Contractor loomed.

"Miller."

The name is familiar, it's someone I know very well.

“Dylan.”

The leader of those bullies, the one who was played around by women and became a bootlicker.

"It must be his mother."

He was just a supporting character, an ordinary character. So I thought that if I erased him from this world, nothing would happen.

"And now they come with revenge."

But I should have expected this.

"A person with his personality would definitely inherit this revengeful mentality from his parents."

"revenge."

This word has become the only purpose of my existence.

"If I die before I complete my revenge, what's the point of her leaving this world?"

At that time, I used a special pill hidden in my teeth to delay time. I knew there might be a situation where I couldn't use the space bracelet or get the potion.

So I pulled out a tooth and hid the pill there.

"Without that, I would have been dead."

Glancing to the side, I saw that my arm had been reattached.

"They must have called in a high-level healer."

My arm was cut off, the demonic energy must have corrupted it. Without a high-level healer, my arm would not have been saved.

Looking at my hands, I couldn't help but think back to that battle.

The moment the dagger broke, I lost my advantage of surprise and felt extremely helpless.

“I know what I’m missing.”

After the midterm exams, the college will have a holiday.

"It's time to get weapons."

After the dagger broke, I still failed to make full use of my characteristics.

"Before that, though, I need to take care of some rats."

I gritted my teeth as I looked at the green thread connecting me.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."