One moment, a certain salaryman is on cloud nine, that promotion finally within his grasp, and the next, he’s keeled over pain, and that was all she wrote. Luckily for him, fate had a bit more to say. A world of magic, monsters, and other such life-shortening entities await his newly reincarnated self for a second shot at life. With nothing but his past-life experiences and sharp business skills to guide him in the foreign lands of Galdardia, he takes up the name Luciel and vows that his (next) demise will be from naught but old age. And what better way to avoid a(nother) gruesome death, than by taking up a nice, cushy job as a healer? But getting by in another world doesn’t come easy, or cheap. It’ll take a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to hone the skills he needs to make his way. But make it he will...or die (again) trying!
As the Wicked One’s shadow creeps nearer and the empire’s boot marches ever closer, Luciel’s prospects of a peaceful life seem to slip further and further away.
Will the Masochist Healer ever catch a break? Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem likely. And the more information that comes to light about his fate, the grimmer Luciel’s future becomes.
Meanwhile, the shadows in the dark are always lurking, but closer than ever before...perhaps beneath their very feet.
When they arrive, though, things don’t exactly go as planned, and a detour takes Luciel on yet another rescue mission—this time at an auction. But a bid war is only marginally less lethal than a labyrinth, especially when it’s being run by a shady character who seems to know more than he lets on. And that’s the least of the poor S-rank’s worries. With Brod back around, class is about to be back in session, and it’s looking to be the hardest course in brutality Luciel’s ever taken.
Meanwhile, the healer wonders what it is that keeps making him the center of chaos. Is it the mere whimsy of fate? Or he himself? And what happens when it puts the people he cares about in danger?
But trouble has a way of finding the poor healer-on-hiatus, and unfortunately, he’s grown used to it. It’s only a matter of time before it arrives. The question now is whether he’ll be ready to face it when it does.
Demons, amnesia, volatile rumors, doppelgängers in the empire—it seems like the entire world is out to get the ex-healer, but why? Is it all just a coincidental twist of fate? Or is there something more sinister at play?