Synopsis:

Rael was supposed to be a hero.

Summoned to a new world with the promise of power, fame, and purpose, he was cast aside the moment the kingdom discovered his class: Healer. Weak. Passive. Useless in battle.

Abandoned, mocked, and left for dead beyond the kingdom’s walls, Rael should have vanished. But fate had other plans.

Guided by ancient scrolls and driven by quiet determination, Rael began to train — not just as a healer, but as a warrior who could stand on his own. Alongside him stood Lyra, a mysterious swordswoman haunted by her past, who saw in Rael the strength others refused to see.

Together, they protect the Sanctuary, a hidden village caught in the war between monsters and corrupted magic. As enemies close in and dark secrets awaken, Rael discovers that healing is not weakness… it’s the power to rewrite destiny.

And when the final battle draws near, even the world that rejected him must face the truth — the weakest healer might be their last hope.

But just as peace is found and love blooms, a darker threat emerges from the shadows: The Demon Heroes — former reincarnated warriors, twisted by hatred, returning for vengeance.

"Weak: Reincarnated to Another World as a Healer"


Chapter 1: The One Who Shouldn't Have Been Chosen


> "In my world, I was nobody. In this one... I might be even less."


Not in some epic battle. Not even saving someone.


Just a car accident. A quiet, meaningless end to a quiet, meaningless life.


So when he opened his eyes and found himself lying in the middle of a glowing magic circle — surrounded by robed mages chanting ancient spells — he assumed this was the afterlife.


"You have been chosen, O hero!" one of the robed figures declared. "You are now in the Kingdom of Valaria. You shall save us from the Demon King!"


The mages cheered. Fireworks exploded. Trumpets blared.


The High Priest blinked. "Are you sure this is the correct summoning?"


A silence filled the chamber. Disbelief. Then disappointment.


"No offense, but—" a knight muttered, "—he looks like a kid who'd faint just holding a sword."


Rael's hands trembled as he looked around. The king frowned. The nobles whispered. Even the other summoned heroes — tall, powerful, glowing with rare magic — looked at him with pity.


"This must be a mistake," one of them, a red-haired warrior, said. "He has no combat value."


The priest stepped forward. "Rael Stroud… unfortunately, your abilities are unsuited for the battlefield. You will be assigned to a support church far from the front lines."


He had just been reincarnated into another world — and they were already sending him to the sidelines?


"No." Rael stood. "I don't want to just heal from behind. I want to fight too."


"A Healer? Fight?" The crowd broke into laughter. "Even the Goddess didn't bless you with a unique combat skill!"


In his old life, he was weak. Ignored. A background character.


But something burned in him now — a second chance.


In a quiet chamber lit only by moonlight, Rael knelt beside his bed, staring at his glowing status window. A new line had appeared.


[Sanctified Corruption] — Converts Healing into Holy Damage.


Passive Skill: The lower your HP, the stronger your healing becomes… and the more deadly it becomes to enemies.


Warning: Skill not recognized by Valarian priests. May be considered forbidden.


Rael whispered, "I'm not useless... not this time."


And somewhere in the distance… something stirred.


To Be Continued in Chapter 2: "Exiled From the Capital"


Chapter 1 - THE ONE WHO SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN CHOOSEN