Mikhail's power had only grown with every new day, and his Family was also flourishing. However, so were their enemies. New ones had emerged, and old ones who'd long ago written them off were now stirring.
But really, was this a problem? He was a healer, and there was always a remedy, and mandatory 'treatment' could not be stopped! Indeed, his enemies would pay handsomely for it. At least, whatever remained of them . . .
This world never fails to surprise me! I take care of one problem only to be confronted by yet another-my unceasing enemies want what is mine. Is it that hard for them to comprehend that I, the Archmagister of Healing, can't be had so easily? Why, oh why are healers in this world seen as the weakest of the Gifted? It makes no sense to me. In my former world, everybody knew that Healers were to be respected and feared.
Ah, well. It won't be long before they wish they'd never crossed my path. I grow all the more powerful with each new day as I come to better understand this world, so full of possibilities, and so very fun!
What could be simpler? On my very first day in this world, I was given the title of a count along with all the trimmings: a castle, name, lands and power.
You'd think I had it made, but no . . . They seized my castle, took my lands, and now, I'm surrounded by enemies. Moreover, it's nothing but one headache after another with the authorities.
And even though I wrested my castle back, the neighbors aren't going anywhere, and they live and breathe to tear off chunks of my land, and eliminate me, the new head of the family.
There's just one thing I don't get. Why do they think that since I'm a healer I can't simply raze their house to the ground? Really, don't they see that fine blaze over there? Something's on fire!
Well, I'll show them . . .
I am Monster Slayer Fifth Class, Baron Alexander Galaxius. I'm still a baron with no barony, lands or family ring.
Just like my past life, this one hasn't given me anything on a silver platter. I'll have to use my own strength to create the world I need. Once more . . .
When waiting for your chance in life, in order to change that life, you must be careful with your desires. The system can provide you the opportunity. It's just a pity that the chances of survival are so low.
Varg has been granted his chance at a new life, but will he be up to it? Can he cope with the pressure of that chance? New enemies, friends, and problems will be along soon. It remains only for Varg to figure out who he fears most: his enemies or his friends.
Are you a sociopath and dissatisfied with your life? Don't know what to do about it or where to begin?
In that case, we have the solution.
Congratulations! A system has come to your world. Half of you will die and become zombies, while the other half must try to survive, if they can.
Rejoice, Sociopath, this world is made for you. Good luck!
I was a Hunter, and I honored the Code. For my services to humanity and for leading a 'proper' life, I was to be rewarded. A new life after death, and a new world to give me some well-deserved rest.
But something went wrong. Once again, I must fight. The Monsters that face me here are far more terrifying than those of my past life. They are cleverer, crueler, more unpredictable. And their name is . . .
I was the most powerful healer in my world-the best, having devoted my entire life to mastering the art of healing. And yet, for whatever reason, my brother feared that I sought to claim his throne, and he marshaled his forces against me.
Anyway, it doesn't matter, all the same I'd been planning on trying out a certain ritual and now . . .
I'm in another world altogether!? And this body I'm inhabiting, well, it's not mine, but some young guy's! And what's it mean that in this world the gift of the healer is downright pathetic?
Apparently, they simply don't know how to handle power.
Well, I'll show them . . .
