The Doctor Cured The Villainess And Ran Away

The world just ended again without any special reason.

Sometimes it feels like that, doesn’t it?

I wake up, eat, go through my usual routine, and then sleep again.

Repeating the same daily life makes me wonder what day it is.

I occasionally get confused about the date or the day of the week.

For me, the end of the world and death is just a repeated daily routine.

So, it’s natural for me to be confused about how many deaths and how many world destructions this has been.

“Wait, this time’s a bit special.”

My eyes sting.

The sky looks red as if the sun has burst open and spilled its contents.

A bitter smell fills my nostrils.

The dark aroma of burning wood, stone, skin, and everything else.

The sturdy brick buildings and castle walls are full of holes and collapsing.

But most importantly, the mass of demons filling the sky like a sudden crow swarm.

It’s a dragon legion.

I can’t help but chuckle.

“Haha, seriously.”

There was a time when the hero party was wiped out by the Demon King, and the entire human race was infected with an undead plague.

But this is the first time I’ve seen a system get utterly wrecked by a dragon horde.

“How am I supposed to win against that? Status Window.”

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Name: Lars

Surname: None (Gothberg)

Age: 27

Occupation: Healer

Rank: Commoner (Fallen Nobility)

Affiliation: Hero Party

Talent: ■■■ (S)

■■ (S)

Goal: Avoid bad ending and clear.

Death occurs when a bad ending happens (in progress)

Time remaining: 17 minutes 42 seconds

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I thought I might finally defeat the Demon King and clear this time, but look at this mess.

How long has it been since I was sucked into this ridiculous fantasy game world?

Hmm, it’s hazy.

“If only they gave me more time.”

The in-game background time is a month.

I’ve already repeated the same 30 days hundreds of times.

Back when I first failed to clear and returned, chills ran up my spine when I realized I couldn’t die anymore.

It was like being trapped in a prison.

Ever since then, I’ve tried everything possible to clear this but all has been in vain.

There’s simply no answer under these conditions.

I’m just a pathetic extra healer character with a worthless background and locked talents.

Yeah, healer.

I was in the process of casting a healing spell on one of the fallen warriors from the hero party.

“Ugh, that hurts! Get it together!”

“It’s third-degree burns all over, of course, it hurts. Just wait, the cooldown is still on.”

The warrior was screaming, bending over in pain as if about to collapse.

“Argh…! Lars, if you’re part of the hero party, take some responsibility! Do your best!”

“My healing spell is trash, what can I do? The target area’s random and the speed is slow. If you’re burned, cool it with cold water, put it under anesthesia and remove the skin. I’m just sitting here reading a holy book.”

If I tried that in this world, I’d be seen as a crazy person trying to kill the patient.

Here, the norm is to pray first rather than find ways to deal with injuries.

Viva, healing spell.

Despite my polite explanation, the warrior continued to grit his teeth.

“You’re a healer, yet you say things I can never understand! Even if your skills are good, someone with your personality wouldn’t have made it into the hero party…!”

I’m not a personality destroyer.

I’m just inhabiting one.

Well, after a while, it’s hard for me to tell the difference.

“Hey, listen up. Despite my current state, I did study medicine pretty hard before I was possessed. Back then, I wanted to be a doctor. A professional job, you know? Sounds cool, right? Good pay, a top candidate for a groom.”

I wasn’t that great at it, but.

Well, who would want to study for its own sake?

Like everyone else, I was pushed into it.

“But eventually, I was pretty sincere. When treating patients during my internship, it was quite rewarding.”

Unlike now, it was treatment based on medicine.

“That was all pointless, though. I got into a car accident, and my nerves were messed up. How many doctors with trembling hands are out there?”

After getting an expensive surgery, I could’ve returned with rehab, but I didn’t have the money.

This world is the same; the good healers are monopolized by high-ranking folks.

Let alone, they sent someone like me, who’s a little lacking, to the hero party.

“I graduated high school, alright? Ever since, I’ve just been gaming like a loser until I was dragged here… oh, cooldown’s done.”

“Heal, heal…!”

The warrior’s breath is fading.

Anyway, this world is doomed, but I can’t leave the patient in front of me, so I decide to fulfill my duty.

I open the holy book and start to pray.

But since there’s no god in this world, any random verses will do.

“O Mighty Goddess Ping-Chang, I humbly beseech you to take pity on this wretched soul and care for the little lamb…”

The warrior’s arm dropped uselessly.

“Hey, come on.”

Tsk, couldn’t hold on any longer.

I tossed the holy book aside and immediately began CPR.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Emergency treatment used for a critical patient without any tools.

I strongly massage the warrior’s heart, but consciousness doesn’t return.

…5 minutes pass.

The golden time has elapsed.

“Hah.”

Sweating, I look around.

The proud hero party has their noses buried in the dirt and has no intention of getting up.

Well, after defeating the Demon King, hundreds of dragons poured down from the sky, so there’s no way they could survive.

This is it.

My divine power has run out, and my head is spinning.

I stagger to my feet and slowly take a step.

Unintentionally, I step on the holy book that had fallen on the floor.

“I wanted to be a doctor; I didn’t say I wanted to be a healer.”

If only I could be reincarnated as a swordsman or at least shoot off some magic.

“I miss modern medicine. In this fantasy world, how does it make sense to not even have potions?”

If I could create painkillers here, it would be sold like hotcakes.

Then, I might have been able to replace this shitty equipment with something better.

“Still, I’ve made it this far.”

With such bad conditions.

The body I’ve possessed is always gasping for air after running just a bit and suffers from serious sleep disorders.

It seems like I have hidden talents, but they’re locked away. In one month’s conditions, I can’t even open them, and I can’t build up my skills at all.

Initially, the main story starts with fighting the Demon King right away, so there’s no time to train calmly.

Also, I start with a notorious character, receiving glares from those around me.

Yet, accumulating experience through hundreds of repeats.

Before my possession, I had only played once, so I didn’t know much about this world.

Now, with the experience accumulated, I’ve gained knowledge about the backstories of characters, ways to tackle demons, and more.

After repeating death, the memories of my body, of Lars, flow like a parade.

No, right now, I am the reckless healer Lars.

Now I’ve even toppled a Demon King enough times.

So what?

It’s another bad ending.

I move my feet aimlessly.

This time, where shall I lie down and die?

As I search for a spot, I see someone waving at me from the Imperial Palace wall in the distance.

Upon seeing the face, my stomach churns. I feel like I want to take out my insides and squeeze them dry.

Well, based on experience, I’ve never seen a comfortable end after irritating her.

Even the hero party has to kneel and obey her.

When she says jump, you jump.

I trudge up the castle wall stairs.

Once again, it was probably that woman who destroyed the world.

She was sitting on the parapet of the castle wall, amidst the corpses of soldiers.

Her long hair, flowing down past her waist, dances gracefully in the wind yet never loses its elegance.

Her silver hair, a symbol of a powerful witch, shimmered faintly with an innate golden hue.

She swayed her slender legs playfully, holding a goblet filled with wine redder than blood in her slender fingers.

Her long eyelashes pointed towards the dragon legion wreaking havoc in the city.

A sly smile lingered on her lips.

Seeing that smile, the fear of death that has become a trauma flares up along with deep-seated hatred.

If it weren’t for this woman, my suffering would have ended long ago.

But having felt this emotion time and time again, it vanishes like a mirage.

Getting angry here will only hasten my demise anyway.

Now that I have some understanding of her situation, I think I can let it go.

The Empire’s seventh Empress, Acella von Württemberg, sneered at me like a demon.

“To my surprise, you aren’t as despondent as I expected. The inept healer of the hero party.”

I pointed at the dragon legion dominating the sky and asked.

“Did you summon those, Your Majesty?”

“Hmm, you really are somewhat oblivious. I’d assume you’d still be running around acting wild until the moment of annihilation.”

After kickboxing the bricks on the ground, I plopped down next to Acella.

When I reached for the wine next to her, she swiftly tucked the bottle away.

“How dare you touch a tribute dedicated to the Emperor?”

“The empire just fell, didn’t it? Please share some with me.”

“Grovel and whine like a dog; then I might consider it.”

“O gracious Empress, bestow some mercy upon this empty vessel.”

As I displayed proper etiquette, Acella seemed satisfied and granted me some wine.

Experience taught me that being drunk when facing death is a hundred times better.

I won’t remember anyway; it’s better to give up my knees for some booze.

Against this woman, it’ll only lead to pain through magic until the end.

“What a beautiful view.”

I watch the scene as dragons breathe fire and burn the instituion to the ground from the best seat in the house.

“Isn’t it beautiful? The day the curse ends.”

Acella stretched her arms in joy, seemingly delighted with the spectacle.

“Indeed, a masterpiece right there.”

“Odd, I thought you would rage and immediately thrust a dagger at me.”

“I’ve attempted that over ten times. You barely get hurt. Only my head flew off.”

I took another swig from the bottle, casually replying.

As expected of the Emperor’s drink, Acella’s wine was exquisite.

“You speak the most peculiar of words, often like a madman.”

“Who else would compare?”

The seventh Empress of the Empire, Acella von Württemberg, is a mad witch.

Known by the alias, “The Golden Witch.”

Almost half of the world’s destructions I’ve witnessed have happened because of her.

During and after fighting the Demon King, she engages in crazed antics that lead the world to ruin.

Whether using power or magic.

“Still, you’re more honest than before. Ah, don’t misunderstand; that doesn’t mean I think highly of you. It’s terrifying to think what would’ve happened if the engagement set by our families had gone through.”

“Who in the world would say that? My family got wiped out for plotting a pathetic rebellion; aren’t you glad?”

“It was the best birthday present I could ask for.”

Acella chuckled softly, blowing air through her lips.

The scent of grapes grown from the cold northern fields tickled my nose.

As she mentioned, we were betrothed.

It was a contract made when Acella was still a princess.

I came from a prosperous noble family, but that no longer exists.

I wouldn’t have lived long even if I married such a madwoman.

…But I know that Acella didn’t go mad by her own will.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

I inadvertently dropped the honorifics and asked.

Acella replied without answering, merely lifting her lips slightly.

Even knowing she’s the villain who brought destruction to the world, she was captivatingly beautiful.

As if remembering an old story, she gazed into the void, deep in thought.

Releasing a bit of the authority of an Emperor, she slowly manipulated her delicate vocal cords.

“…Prince Gothberg. I’ve loathed you for a lifetime.”

A grudge that has built up over a lifetime.

What am I supposed to say in response?

“Do you remember? We first met in the garden of your family’s mansion. That day, I loathed you down to the last hair.”

“Is that so?”

I’ve heard about it before.

Flipping through memories, I vaguely recall it myself.

“How did you summon the dragon legion?”

“Oh, since it’s a special occasion, shall I tell you? I’ve reached the eighth tier, but there’s no one to brag to.”

Acella began to draw magic circles with enthusiasm like a child.

She always enjoyed talking about magic.

“Look, this is the main magic circle that will serve as the base. High-tier magic is like drawing three-dimensional figures in higher dimensions. Placing the main circles at each vertex…”

Listening to her complex explanations, the effects of the wine began to kick in, and I started to nod off.

That’s probably around the time when the dragon legion’s breath hit us.

With high temperatures, choking sensations, and the pain seeping in from my insides.

For a moment, everything went dark.

“Hm, it’s dark.”

That meant I was preparing for a reset.

I’m so tired of seeing this scene. Soon the system will notify me, and I’ll return to the first scene.

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· Notification

Clear failed

[Bad Ending No.001: Dragon Legion] collected.

Starting the reset.

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Yes, like this.

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· Notification

All bad endings have been collected.

[Special privileges] for aiding in the clear have been unlocked.

· [Ending List] has been unlocked.

· You can choose the reset point.

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…What is this?

A phrase I’ve never seen appears.

The word [Special Privilege] pulled my attention.

‘Wait, if this exists, why didn’t I see it earlier?’

I’ve seen every bad ending?

There were around 101 bad endings, right?

Did I really get through all of them? How many times have I died until now?
This is absurd, just absurd.

…Hope is in sight.

I have a feeling this reset will be different.

Something stands out more than anything.

‘The ability to select the reset point, huh?’

I scrolled down to see how far back I could go, and no end was in sight.

Finally, when I reached a number that wouldn’t scroll down any further, I couldn’t help but smile.

[Reset Point: 10 years ago]

…Not a month, but 10 years.

So many things could change.

Without hesitation, I made the choice.

[Proceeding with the reset.]

My vision spun, feeling like I was rotating in darkness.

Then.

“…Hmm.”

I opened my eyes in bed.

I looked around.

It was a clean, luxurious room I had never seen before.

I checked the mirror.

There I was, a fresh, young boy untouched by the world.

“Did I really return to 10 years ago?”

I check the status window.

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Name: Lars

Surname: Gothberg

Age: 17

Occupation: None

Rank: Young Noble of the Marquis Family

Affiliation: Healing Academy

Talent: ■■■ (S)

■■ (S)

Goal: Avoid bad ending and clear.

Death occurs when a bad ending happens (in progress)

Time remaining: 9 years 364 days 23 hours

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“It’s real.”

All sorts of possibilities bloomed in my mind.

My family still exists, and my body is young.

If I prepare from now on, I can become anything.

Even better, there are still more special privileges.

“This isn’t just about clearing….”

I can change the future where I’m working in a dangerous place like the hero party.

I feel confident that I can succeed in any role.

I just have to achieve one goal.

As long as I can avoid the bad ending where I die.

While pondering what to do first, I heard a commotion outside, so I looked out the window.

My room was on the third floor of the annex.

People were bustling around the main entrance beyond the walls in the distance.

Looks like a distinguished guest has arrived at the family mansion, and the guards are everywhere.

My father, appearing to be the head of the household—the Marquis—is quite busy welcoming them.

‘The Empress is here. She seems to be visiting the marquis house.’

I wonder if she’s also here.

I shifted my gaze to the back of the mansion.

A well-maintained garden filled with greenery.

Amidst a flower bed blooming with yellow roses, a delicate girl with rich blonde hair was strolling slowly, savoring the flowers.

It was the fourteen-year-old Acella.

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