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I Reincarnated as the World's Worst Healer

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Ebon was a talented gamer, a proud Carry, and hopelessly drowning in debt. But he made it to the finals of a tournament that would have changed his life if he had won. He lost. Spectacularly. Humiliatingly. Moments later, blinded by rage, he smashed a wall with his eyes closed—it was a fuse box… and he was electrocuted to death. Instead of fading into oblivion, he wakes up inside the video game he loved so much. There’s only one problem. He has reincarnated in the body of a girl. Even worse: he’s trapped in the Support role with the Healer trait, the very class he always mocked as weak and useless. Now, Ebon must survive in a fantasy world ruled by sinister cults, a Demon King, twisted divine laws, and healing magic that works terribly wrong. He has one goal—and he refuses to give it up: Get his original gender back. And reclaim everything that was denied to him—fame, wealth, and… the pleasure of spending a night with a cute girl. Survival comes first. Pride comes second. And this world is about to learn what happens when a healer refuses to play fair. --- Content Tags --- --> Fantasy Worldbuilding --> Adventure, Action --> System Progression --> Clever & Opportunistic MC --> Beastkin, Elves, Witches, Multiple Races, Milfs --> System + Worldbuilding --> No NTR --> Light Drama >>> NEW CHAPTER EVERYDAY
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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