The Healer

A world that had forgotten what violence was didn't know how to defend itself. City after city fell. Earth became a lifeless wasteland as the undead army swelled and crushed the humans like ants underneath its boot. It all ended at the last stronghold. Forgoing all hope for salvation, a handful of desperate humans realized that the only thing left was revenge.

Being reborn into a new world is all but simple. He still didn't know who placed him into this body, but if there was a chance, he should take it. Though he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't have preferred being born into a respectable and powerful aristocratic family. Instead, he was on his own. He had no wise teacher to reveal the secrets of power. Not even an ordinary family. No education, no money. He was orphaned and neglected. It was a rough start, to say the least.

At night, I cleanse the world of the undead, and in the morning, I enjoy a nice breakfast under my friends' curious gazes. Their questions will have to wait, because no matter how you spend your free time, life goes on. Sometimes in unexpected ways, both for you and your acquaintances. After all, what could be more unexpected than the sudden arrival of your roommate's relatives? At least I know how to deal with the undead. Cut off the head and—boom—problem solved. But what should I do with an aunt ready to curse me from the doorstep?

Shadow, the Skull captain, has been defeated, but it's far too soon to celebrate. The undead still hold a firm grip on the capital and are showing no signs of retreating. They cannot be faced alone. Humanity's defenders must regroup, grow stronger, and seek new allies. Time is running out, and every move risks setting off a chain reaction. Questions swirl around the young healer, drawing the enemy's attention. Alarmed, they're escalating their efforts. For now, his true identity remains hidden, but there's no telling how much longer the secret will hold.

Every stone, no matter how small, creates ripples in the water. Every action, no matter how insignificant, leaves a trail that can lead to trouble. And so, a seemingly ordinary trip leads to a battle with a ghoul with a penchant for young flesh. Coincidence? Perhaps. One in a series of many. Drops turn to streams, streams merge into a river, and a river roars into a waterfall that can swallow you up if you're not careful.