Chapter 2: The Discarded Healer**
The summoning circle flared to life once more—**again**. Golden light erupted, and Luis shielded his eyes as the crowd erupted in cheers.
**"Your Majesty!"** A panting guard burst into the throne room. **"New Heroes have arrived—ones with Fire, Water, and Light magic!"**
The King, who had barely glanced at Luis earlier, shot to his feet. **"What?! True combat Heroes? At last!"** He rushed past Luis without a second look, his cloak brushing the discarded Healer like he was nothing more than dust.
Luis stood frozen. *"Go anywhere,"* the King had said. As if he were an unwanted stray.
The new Heroes strode in, their auras radiating power. One, a swordswoman with crimson hair, narrowed her eyes at Luis.
**"Hey, King,"** she said, jerking her thumb toward him. **"Who's the extra?"**
The King waved a dismissive hand. **"Pay him no mind. Just a Healer."**
**"Tch. Useless,"** muttered the fire-wielding Hero, sparks dancing at his fingertips.
Luis's nails dug into his palms. *Two years ago, they called me "Hero" too.*
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### **Two Years Later**
**"Hey, Healbot! Fix my arm!"** Hero 1 barked, shoving Luis forward as a monster's claw raked his shoulder.
Luis channeled his magic wordlessly. The wound closed—but the Hero didn't even nod. Just spat, **"About time, useless."**
He'd become nothing more than a tool.
Then came the dungeon.
The cavern echoed with snarls as magical beasts surrounded them. **"We're trapped!"** Hero 2 screamed.
The swordswoman's eyes locked onto Luis—cold, calculating. **"Buy us time."**
Before he could react, a boot slammed into his back.
**"Wha—?!"**
Luis tumbled into the abyss, their laughter following him down into the dark.
As he fell, a voice—**not his own**—whispered in the void:
**"Shall we teach them… regret?"**
**[Unique Skill Evolved: "Overheal" → "Vengeful Benediction"]**