The world says healers can’t fight.

They say we’re meant to support others, stay in the back, and keep the real fighters alive. We’re weak. Useless alone. A healer challenging the Abyssal Spire? Impossible.

But I don’t care what the world says.

Because I set a goal to clear the Spire and stand at the top.

Even if no one believes in me. Even if the entire world laughs at me.

I’ll prove them all wrong.

The Abyssal Spire.

A 100-floor dungeon that has never been conquered. The deepest anyone has ever gone was floor 89, and that record was set by Ragnar the Crimson Fang, the greatest warrior in history.

Countless adventurers have entered the Spire, and most never returned. Those who did spoke of monstrous creatures, deadly traps, and bosses that only the strongest could face. It’s a place that demands power, skill, and overwhelming strength.

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And here I am.

A healer. Alone.

People watching probably think I’m insane. I can hear the whispers from the crowd behind me.

"A healer? Is she joking?"

"She won’t even survive the first floor."

"She’s just going to waste her life."

I ignore them. This isn’t for them.

This is my dream.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been obsessed with the Spire. I studied every adventurer’s log, memorized every boss encounter, and trained every single day. While other healers focused on supporting their teams, I refused to be dependent on anyone. I wanted to stand on my own. I wanted to prove that I could survive.

Because I had no intention of being just a healer.

I was going to clear the Raid.

The entrance to the Spire looms before me, a set of massive black gates covered in ancient runes. The moment I step through, the challenge begins.

I take a deep breath, adjusting the straps of my corset-style leather armor. My short, ash-blonde hair sways slightly under the torchlight, and my crimson-red eyes burn with determination. In my hand, I grip my ornate staff, its crimson gemstone glowing faintly, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat.

My heart pounds.

Not from fear.

But from excitement.

I’m finally here. The start of my journey.

Step.

The gates rumble open. A cold, dark wind brushes against my skin.

I step forward, leaving the doubters and the outside world behind.

I enter the Spire.

And the Raid begins.