The Labyrinth City, Orario.
Pure White Sanatorium.
A girl with soft, silver-white long hair draped over her shoulders, dressed in Dian Cecht Familia attire, and a face as delicate as a doll, was currently frowning slightly.
Amiti Tialasse’s cold, light purple eyes gazed at the unconscious brown-haired boy on the hospital bed:
“Lady Hestia, this patient’s condition is very special… his body is very healthy, and as for the reason for his unconsciousness, it might be due to stimulation from other aspects.”
“Is that so…”
The girl with long black hair tied into twin tails, known as “Hestia,” had a complex expression on her childlike face.
Her astonishing figure, completely inconsistent with her image, swayed as she suddenly stood up; fortunately, the blue binding ribbon prevented it from being too revealing.
“Miss Amid, do you have any solutions?”
“Not at the moment.”
Amid gently shook her head; the patient’s body had not sustained any damage, so the magic Dia Fratello, including the panacea, had no effect.
In other words.
It was more like a mental trauma?
She raised her head, looking at the famous poor goddess of the Labyrinth City, Orario, before her.
“Lady Hestia, if I may ask, what is your relationship with this patient?”
“He… he is my Familia member!”
Hestia’s eyes were firm, but one could clearly sense her lack of confidence.
She couldn’t just tell Amid that this boy was actually someone she had “picked up” when she was kicked out of her best friend’s house and wandering around Orario looking for a place to stay.
“Whether he can wake up from his coma depends solely on his will.”
Amid wanted to phrase it more delicately, but noticing Hestia’s gaze never leaving the boy’s face, she added: “He might be a burden to you.”
“Currently in Orario… there’s probably no one who can treat him.”
“Burden…”
With her financial situation tight and not even having figured out her own future, Hestia knew that Amid’s advice was given from an objective standpoint.
However.
Hestia looked at the unconscious boy, still frowning, and quickly made a decision in her heart.
“I think…”
The corners of the girl’s mouth curved slightly upward, and her childish face bloomed with a rare, mature sense of responsibility: “Meeting this child is also a kind of destiny!”
—
Inside the Pure White Memory Palace, after absorbing all memories and understanding the situation, when he transmigrated into the second life of the Gun Yō, the Healer.
Keare couldn’t help but snort softly.
As a transmigrator, his remake method was very simple: he hit the jackpot when he stayed up all night to buy breakfast.
He encountered a hundred-ton truck on the national highway.
He tried his best, but couldn’t win!
The good news was that he didn’t completely die, transmigrating into the Gun Yō world he was familiar with from his previous life, and even skipping the tragic experiences of Keare, the Healer’s previous incarnation.
As for the subsequent plot development, countless scenes already floated before his eyes.
…
“Gun Yō’s choice.”
…
“Setsuna, grasped the future.”
…
“Please allow me to give myself to you as atonement.”
…
“I can’t be gentle today!”
…
Those who truly want to win don’t smile; transmigrating as the Healer in his second playthrough, Keare also faced a problem.
That is, how to skip the stage of accumulating power!
From a spectator’s perspective.
While “The Gun Yō’s Rise to Fame” was indeed an excellent fantasy masterpiece, the second playthrough still had some problematic parts that needed to be skipped.
But for Keare to personally experience it, such a thing was truly unnecessary.
Only by personally experiencing the process can one feel the ultimate suppressed explosion?
What a joke.
He didn’t have an M-tendency!
“How to quickly improve strength, this is very important.”
After Keare finished absorbing all memories, this memory palace was visibly disintegrating, and pure white light enveloped his soul.
Like a lone bird wandering on the sea, finding an island to land on.
He gradually felt… the sensation of “being alive,” and after regaining control of his body, he slowly opened his eyes.
The dazzling light caused discomfort in Keare’s eyes.
Immediately after—
What came into view was an initial environment completely opposite to the second playthrough; this was not a remote village, nor the wooden house where he and his sister lived together.
A pure white palace room.
The furnishings around him were unprecedented, but it could be confirmed that they were definitely not decorations found in a commoner’s home in that world’s setting!
“Did the timeline go wrong?”
“…”
Keare’s eyelids twitched wildly, his excitement about transmigrating as the “Gun Yō” instantly extinguished; he constantly recalled the plot of this anime from his previous life.
Jioral Kingdom.
Flare Arlgrande Jioral.
Damn it, could it be that the plotline had already been advanced by the villainous princess in the original work, who brought him from a remote village to the imperial capital?
However.
Just as Keare had this speculation, an unfamiliar, yet exceptionally gentle voice came from nearby:
“He’s awake.”
A maid monitoring him?
Keare turned his head to look, but when he saw Amiti Tialasse’s appearance, his mind didn’t react for a moment.
It was like he had seen her somewhere before.
But definitely not in the royal castle Dungeon!
The girl’s delicate face, like a doll’s, with exquisite features, silver hair tied into a high ponytail, and light purple eyes filled with surprise.
Something’s wrong…
Very familiar, but he just couldn’t remember it in a short time.
Keare reached out, supporting himself on the bed to slowly get up, until he saw the person the girl had just spoken to, and his bewildered expression gradually froze.
The figure of a girl in a white dress, her tender appearance oscillating between a girl and a loli, her beautiful face as if a miracle of the Creator.
Soft black hair tied into twin tails, a somewhat childlike face paired with an extremely unreasonable figure.
Hestia.
Blue ribbon.
“Where the hell did this bring me?”
“The Healer, restarting his life, will meet beautiful girls in the Dungeon!”
Keare’s current mood was indescribable; he had made so many preparations, just waiting to restart his life and achieve the Gun Yō’s comeback.
The result…
Good news: He transmigrated as a Healer.
Bad news: This is the Danmachi World world!
“My Setsuna, my fire poker, who will compensate me for this missing part?”
There were many beautiful girls here.
There were also cat girls.
This was one of the few comforts in Keare’s heart; looking on the bright side, it also directly avoided the Sichuan opera-like events in the royal palace Dungeon!
As for the Danmachi World world, he still had a deep impression.
Gods bestow blessings upon lower-world beings, granting them the authority to gain power and continuously improve, establishing a Familia system centered around labor and money.
Familia vary greatly in scale and nature.
However, a group can only be called a Familia when both its members and a god are present!
And the core setting revolves around blessings; after receiving a blessing, one gets something similar to a “status panel,” displaying ability values.
Adventurers with “vessels.”
They can continuously develop their inner potential during their Dungeon expeditions, including abilities like magic and skills.
“It’ll do…”
“It’s not that hard to accept.”
After accepting the strange development of transmigrating as a Healer but being in the Danmachi World world, Keare’s gaze locked onto Hestia nearby.
Before he could even ask about the situation.
Her eyes curved into a beautiful arc, and as a “god” who always exuded a gentle aura, Hestia proactively asked:
“Um…”
“Is there anywhere on your body that feels uncomfortable?”