I'm a Healer But My Butt is Busy - Ch14

Newbies probably don’t know this. Go to the TFO website and look up the guild Sunday. They’ve got fewer than 20 members—check what rank they’re in.

└ 11th place??

└└ Yeah. That guild is made up entirely of rankers.

└ Hey, even if they’re all rankers, how do you get that ranking with only 20 people?

└└ They don’t hunt mobs. They raise levels and guild points through raid PvP.

└└└ They only do that stamina-draining content??

└ To get into Sunday, you either have to be a ranker, have strong connections, or be filthy rich and overwhelm everything with items. And that’s just the minimum requirement—your control has to be insane too, so they don’t have many members.

└└ Wow… then Chilbong and Harusari wouldn’t even look at other guilds, huh.

└└└ Sunday already gives them top-tier待遇, so there’s no reason to go to another guild.

You just accidentally witnessed a legendary “raising a newbie” scene.

└ LOL

└└ Yeah, that’s some rare footage.

If you ever run into them during party hunting, avoid them. Though they usually stick together, so you probably won’t meet them anyway.

└ Why?

└└ Sunday guild members are infamous for having trash personalities.

└└ They don’t play the game to have fun—their goal is to piss other people off. In PvP, when they win, they could just kill you, but instead they beat you up, heal you, beat you up again, heal again;;;

└└└ Demon: “Teacher, you’re going too fast.”

└└ They drop items in the field and film whoever comes to pick them up;;

└└└ Why would they even do that?

└└└└ Because they’re demons. They mock the person picking it up, calling them a beggar.

└└└└└ Even if I get mocked, I still want the item. It’s Sunday guild—they wouldn’t be petty enough to take back something they gave, right?

└└└└└└ +1 +1 +1 +1

└└└└└└ +2 +2 +2 +2 +2

└└ If they don’t like you, they kill you on sight. The guild master especially is not right in the head.

└└└ They just kill people like that?

└└└└ They kill you and then hop around and dance on your corpse;;;

└└└ Yeah, the guy called “I’ll take a break” is the most human one among them, which says it all. What’s Haru’s brat been up to lately?

└└└└ The Harusari who showed up in that post?

└└└└└ No;; the Sunday guild master, HaruHaru.

Wait, hold on;; isn’t Harusari basically HaruHaru?

└ No way…

└└ Their nickname has “Haru” in it.

└└└ Tons of people have “Haru” in their names. Everyone copies the Rank 1 player, so it’s everywhere.

└└└└ But if they’re in the same Sunday guild, it kind of fits;;

└└└└└ ㅡㅡ If it were you, would you delete a Rank 1 character that makes money just by sitting there?

Bottom line: avoid Chilbong and Harusari.

└ Yeah.

└ Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

└ Low-level players, be careful.

* * *

“Ah… rejected again.”

Why do I keep getting rejected every time I apply to a party? Our level ranges match perfectly. At this rate, am I not even going to get a chance to PvP with Harusari?

The constant rejections from party hunts were giving me a headache.

It had already been a week since we defeated the Aerkling Captain.

I’d sent a PvP request to that lunatic Harusari, but he rejected it, saying our levels didn’t match. Instead, he made a different offer.

[Harusari has invited Chilbong to a guild.]

I naturally declined, and Harusari snickered as if he’d expected that.

And just like that, the power-leveling ride came to an end.

Leaving behind the words “I’ll wait,” Harusari walked off, and I was left wandering from one leveling party to another.

At first, maybe the whole “humiliation incident” had been forgotten—I was accepted into parties about three times out of ten and could run dungeons. But that only lasted two days. For some reason, starting five days ago, every single party application was being rejected.

“Damn it, did they all make some kind of pact? How is not a single party taking me?!”

Just as I was about to dig through the forums to see if something was going on, a ding sounded and a whisper came in.

Who is it?

[BobBrown: Sorry. Our party has an Assassin, so a Shaman doesn’t synergize well with us.]

It was the party leader who had rejected me.

At least this guy had manners. Even if I asked the other parties why they rejected me, not a single one bothered replying.

[Chilbong: That’s fine. If a spot opens up later, could you whisper me?]

There was no reply for a long time, and just as I was about to give up, BobBrown finally responded.

[BobBrown: That would be difficult. Even if I’m okay with it, the other party members might not be…]

So my class is the problem? Don’t get my hopes up for nothing. If that’s the case, you shouldn’t have used “bad synergy” as an excuse in the first place.

Looking at the party list, BobBrown’s party was still 4/5, with one healer slot open.

[Chilbong: Um, I’m actually good at Shaman healing. I’m confident. If you give me a spot, I’ll do my best.]

Swallowing my pride, I asked to join so I could prove myself with skill. But BobBrown’s reply didn’t come for quite a while.

I was getting pissed, debating whether to unload a string of curses, when a reply finally arrived.

[BobBrown: It’s not a class issue… When I mentioned your nickname, everyone was hesitant.]

Huh? What does that mean? They shook their heads just from hearing my nickname? What, am I some kind of server celebrity now? That makes no sense.

I hadn’t even done that many party hunts, and my skills weren’t bad. There was nothing that should’ve stuck out.

…Well. Okay. I had caused trouble a few times.

But that was only because those guys were being rude first. What was I supposed to do?

People lose their tempers during party hunts all the time, right?

Anyway, after the humiliation incident and seeing my name go up and down the forums, I’d been keeping my head down and hunting quietly. So why the hell—

I could’ve checked the forums, but I was too impatient and continued whispering.

[Chilbong: I don’t really understand. Is there some kind of misunderstanding?]

[BobBrown: People generally avoid the Sunday Guild… Instead of doing this here, why don’t you just ask your guildmates to carry you?]

What the hell is this nonsense about the Sunday Guild? Why would I ask them to carry me?

[Chilbong: I’m not in the Sunday Guild.]

[BobBrown: What are you talking about? Your nickname is already plastered all over the forums as a new Sunday recruit.]

My nickname… plastered everywhere?

Unable to take it anymore, I immediately opened a browser and went to the TFO website. When I searched for Sunday, a link was attached to the most popular post.

「Sunday Guild Newbie Aerkling Captain Clear ↓↓↓↓↓
https://www.tisiphone.com/watch?v=gkndd12wSsdBD0&t=410s」

What is this?

I played the video, and footage of Harusari and me beating the Aerkling Captain to death last week started playing.

The video length: 3 minutes and 26 seconds.

Despite how short it was, the view count had already passed one million.

“…So they assumed we’re in the same guild because of this?”

This is bad. If a video with my face in it spreads, there’s a chance Hwang Ha-un could see it and come looking for me. I sent a message to the uploader asking them to take it down, then opened the guild search.

Where exactly is this Sunday Guild? Just how badly do they behave for people to recoil at the name alone?

I typed in the search term and scrolled down—and right at the top was the guild name Sunday, bold and unmistakable.

Guild Rank: 11th.

Is this the one? Not some other Sunday, right?

Just in case, I scrolled further, but all I saw were guilds with words like Sunday Snacks, Sunday News, and so on.

Still unwilling to believe it, I checked the member list of the Sunday Guild.

「Guild Master: Tumzomalgeyo
…
New Recruit: Harusari」

The moment I saw those two names, it sank in.

This really was the Rank 11 Sunday Guild.

Aside from Tum, every single member of Sunday was a famous ranker. And even from a ranker’s perspective, Harusari’s skills were exceptional. With monsters like this, Rank 11 made perfect sense.

If rumors spread that I was joining such a famous guild, it explained why my nickname was getting spammed all over the forums.

I’m screwed. Completely screwed.

Not being able to find a party was bad enough, but I was more worried that guild members might recognize me from before.

How the hell am I supposed to clean this up?

Stunned, I leaned back in the capsule and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. Then I realized—there was no way I could run around correcting a rumor that had already spread this far. After gathering my thoughts, I logged back into TFO.

Ignoring BobBrown’s long message full of apologies, I sent a whisper straight to Harusari.

[Chilbong: Where are you?]