The sun’s bright rays flared into Keima's dialated eyes, as he fell to his knees.

”I finally did it...” he spoke to himself, before repeating it over and over. Each time louder and more life like.

He wiped the blood from his face, and limped along a beautiful grassy hillside.

The outside was beautiful, and it easily felt better then being tortured while being strapped to a chair.

A town could be seen miles away, which would be well worth the wait. 

The village folk within the town glanced at Keima confused, “Why was he covered in blood and still bleeding?” They wondered.

Keima didn’t pay attention, as he was so focused on those around him. How had he missed such a beautiful world?

He found himself sitting down at a stand, which sold noodles.

”What can I do ya’ for?” The tenders voice was deep and curious, as he awaited Keima’s response. 

Keima smiled at the tender, “One order of noodles please...!” He winced, though seemed to not be to self aware of it.

The tender seemed to like Keima’s smile, as he gave the noodles to him on the house.

”How’d you get those wounds..? More importantly, are you new around here? Do you need to know where the healer is?”

That one man asked what most town people were curious about it seems, as those around looked at him.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

Keima nod his head to being new, and ignored the previous answers asked.

The tender stared for awhile, “Well, the healer’s down the road to the right of the brewery. Be careful.” He then returned to his work, leaving Keima to do what he would.

As he slowly finished the noodles, he decided to do what the tender said and walk toward the healer.

”I wonder what the doctors here are like...” Keima questioned himself with a tense and quiet voice.

As he entered, a soft and quiet voice welcomed him. He sat down as the voice instructed, and awaited for the healer.

As she proceeded to into the room where Keima waited, she sat down on a chair.

She looked like the ‘classmate’ from before, the ‘classmate’ from the dreams.

He stared for a short while, though his focus was interrupted by the girl’s voice.

”Excuse me, sir..?” She waited for Keima to respond, as she sighed.

He began to focus again, “Sorry about that.” His voice was sincere and peaceful.

”Apart from the blantantely obvious injuries on your body, what can I help you with?” She asked.

Keima looked at her with his dialated eyes, which were slightly dimmed. “I would like you to help me not die.” He joked, and laughed to himself quietly.

The girl faked a laugh, and told him to lie directly down onto his back. 

She inspected Keima for a good five to ten minutes, and then proceeded with the procedure.

She poked and sewed Keima up a few times, before chanting a few words. 

Following, a bright green aura emitted from her, and into the wounds he had.

He began to feel better, though extremely sore. “Huh..?” He was confused.

”What just happened... how did you?” He continued to question the girl, and stared. 

She looked at Keima as if he was odd, “What do you mean..? It’s level four healing magi-“ She was cut off by Keima

”What...?!” He was confused, and yelled out loudly.

The girl fell back in surprised, accidentally knocking over an empty beaker made of glass.

”I’m sorry...!” Keima quickly spoke, before quickly leaning down to help her.

He wasn’t to much avail though, as his body gave out. 

He fell to the floor, with a similar feeling of amnesia. 

The healer girl looked at Keima in a form of pity, and giggled. 

Keima couldn’t help but laugh too, laugh in a mimicry of himself.

Keima’s dull eyes began to close, as he passed out unconscious on the floor of the healers procedure room.