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Black Healer

When monsters sprouted from suddenly appearing towers all over the world, the world leaders created an organization of skilled warriors to tackle this problem. The warriors compromised of awakened humans; people who had gotten skills similar to those in a video game. Unfortunately, not everyone was willing to join this attack force, so the world leaders implemented a lottery-system to fill out the ranks. A few years later, Evelyn’s twin sister was chosen via lottery to become a discoverer, but their biased parents forced Evelyn to go in her sister's stead, putting her in the line of danger. The only salvation was that her finance was also sent on the same mission. The mission was to conquer a new Boss floor, and they were to fight against a monster of unpresented might. What she hadn’t expected was that her fiancé would betray her, because of a plot he concocted together with her sister. The monster annihilated their whole team before they were finally able to defeat it, but her fiancé had no thoughts of letting her leave the tower. Stabbing her in the back, he leered over her as he explained their plan while she slowly bled to death. With the last of her life force, dead set on getting her revenge on the man she had promised her life with, she heals the boss monster in hopes that it will kill him. As she slowly closes her eyes, the world going dark around her, a notification from the system pops up. “ 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! Not caring for the wounded’s different race and even sacrificing the last of your own life, you have been given a new chance at life. ” Waking up, she is now back three years before the battle took place. Her new life starts now!
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His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
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