The monotonous cycle continued: battling mimics in what seemed like their endless nest.
Experience point distribution complete.
That persistent ringing sound with each level up was grating, pushing Masamune closer to the edge.
Hidaka Masamune
Level:212
Occupation: Healer
Vitality: 12720
MP:10600
Attack:2120
Defense:2120
Magic Attack:2120
Magic Defense:2120
Stamina:2120
Agility:2120
Intelligence:2120
Condition: foreign world syndrome
Titles: reincarnated, Friend of the Revenge god
Skills: Kings Ark, Mimics Life
Inherent skills: Goddesss divine protection, Revenge gods mischief, mischief inversion {extreme}
Magic: Heal, Healing Wave, Status Effect Heal, Enchant, Aura Boost
Level 212. An impressive feat in a short time, a clear sign of unusual circumstances. Yet, Masamune remained trapped, ignorant of the world beyond. He possessed five types of magic but lacked even the most basic knowledge of this reality. A frustrating paradox.
The Limitations of a Healer
The realization began to dawn: the perceived weakness of healers was becoming painfully clear. Despite the rapid level gains and status increases, no new magic abilities had manifested. Healers, it seemed, had a capped potential.
Was this the pinnacle of a healer’s capabilities? How many other classes existed in this world? Even with all the leveling, Masamune remained a healer, bound to its constraints.
Could he, through sheer determination and effort, transcend the healer class and ascend to a higher occupation? Perhaps such a system existed.
But that princess wouldn’t have so casually discarded him if such an option were available. And the primary issue remained: escape.
Saints Wrath: A Glimmer of Hope
Such brooding was unproductive. Masamune reached for the glowing staff floating on the platform. As he grasped it, the light coalesced.
Magic tool [saints wrath] added to equipment.
Equipment: Saints Wrath
A staff with the mid-tier holy magic [Holy Light] stored inside.
“Mid-tier magic?” This was new terminology. The staff, at least, seemed usable by anyone with magical power. But the unknown loomed large, creating discomfort.
A ladder on the back left wall offered a different kind of hope: sustenance. Starvation was a fate he wished to avoid.
This offered a new path forward.
Intoxication and Revelation
Masamune found himself drunk. Genuinely, profoundly drunk. And for the first time since arriving, he was enjoying himself.
“Seriously! Hyuk! A storeroom? A brewery? What am I even saying?”
Perched precariously on the wine cellar, he poured more into his mouth.
“Aaaahhh, delicious!”
Wine in his left hand, cheese in his right.
The cheese had been discovered in the storeroom just before the wine.
“My bad, pal, but as you can see, my hands are full at the moment.”
He was, of course, addressing the staff rolling around at his feet. The meticulously carved saint at the staff’s tip had no right to be offended.
“Guuuuhr, Im full, think Ill go to sleep now. Guuuuuuuhr, guuuuhr, gur.”
With a final belch, Masamune collapsed. “Good night, parallel world.”
Embracing the NEET Life in Another World
Masamune’s journey in this parallel world had taken an unexpected turn. From facing the limitations of his healer class to discovering hidden breweries, his experiences were a mix of frustration and unexpected delight. As he drifted to sleep, embracing the temporary escape offered by intoxication, the question remained: what would tomorrow bring in this strange new world, and could a NEET like him truly find his place within it?
