St Chaos Healer

Ch 64 - Marcia & Jason's Ceremony

I remained seated on the floor alongside the other candidates, my gaze fixed on the ground. I continued to pinch my cheeks, desperately hoping that this was all just a terrible dream. I couldn't shake off the overwhelming disappointment of possessing the most basic and mundane form of support magic.

The irony of the situation weighed heavily upon me. The delay in my pursuit of vengeance had already been a great setback, but now with my newfound abilities in this life, it seemed that my dream of seeking revenge had become utterly impossible.

"Hey, weren't you quite pompous just a while ago?" Hendrickson taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. It was clear that he was mocking me, trying to provoke a reaction.

Despite his attempts to pick a fight, I had no intention of engaging with him. I had already resigned myself to the situation.

"Heh, he was such a hotshot not too long ago," one of the lackeys from the second tier joined in, adding fuel to the fire. "Remember how he boasted about receiving insights from the blessing of mana?"

"I bet the insights of blessing ritual didn't warn him that he would end up as a lousy healer!" another lackey chimed in, laughing derisively.

Suddenly everyone started giggling as well.

All I could do now was just stare at the floor while continuing to pinch my cheeks.

The healing ability is considered the epitome of support skills. It falls within the elemental category of life energy, making it the least offensive and most benign of all abilities and skills. Its main role is to provide assistance and support to fellow combatant mages, typically by staying at the rear of the battle and focusing on healing and increasing the overall vitality of the team. It aims to enhance the team's chances of survival rather than engage in direct offensive actions.

The mere idea of hiding behind others and relying on them for my battles infuriated me to no end. It felt utterly absurd and cowardly to depend on someone else's strength for my battles. And to make matters worse, my second affinity was tree magic, which did nothing to alter the situation.

Why was I burdened with healing abilities out of all the countless abilities in the world? Was it some cruel joke orchestrated by the supposed gods of mana, mocking me?

And to add to my frustration, my second affinity is Tree Magic. What am I supposed to do with that? Perhaps grow trees, harvest their fruits, and sell them in the market for money? It's the only practical use I can think of right now.

Could it be that my mother's love for gardening influenced my affinity for Tree Magic? But was she truly a fire mage as my father claimed? Am I starting to doubt my parents' words and actions, despite all they have done for me?

In a fit of frustration, I punched myself in the face. I rid myself of these absurd thoughts.
I shouldn't question my parents' intentions and sacrifices.

As soon as I punched myself, everyone else fell silent.

"I guess he's really lost it," muttered Hendrickson with a concerned tone. "Hang in there."

"Hey, healers play a crucial role," Trisha suddenly chimed in. "Countless other warriors rely on healer's support for their survival. So don't underestimate the importance of your role. You should carry yourself with pride, knowing the impact you can make."

Trisha's attempt to console me only deepened my worries. She didn't know that I had been yearning for more offensive abilities. But I wasn't in the mood to engage in an argument or explain my frustrations.

"Hey, Grandmaster Hamanthra is on stage," one of the guys exclaimed, finally changing everyone's attention.

All of us candidates turned our gaze towards the stage. There, standing alone, was Grandmaster Hamanthra. She stood before the exoskeleton, her eyes locked onto it. The exoskeleton had grown flesh and skin, and its appearance was gruesome. It resembled a dead man who had been skinned alive, with patches of missing flesh in some areas. It was thanks to my life energy when I did the third trial.