Accidental Healer-Chapter 32 - A healer needs his cloak

[Congratulations! You have defeated the final raid.

Objectives complete. Rewards based on contribution. Calculating rewards…

Calculation complete. Rewards: 15,000 Universal Bronze Coins, Healer’s Cloak (Spirit Item).

You have successfully completed all objectives to claim your first territory.

You have unlocked Universal Interface (Bronze Level 1). You may now trade items with the Interface for Universal Coins.

You may now set objectives for your territory.

You have unlocked a map of your owned territories.

You can now see posted objectives of nearby factions.

You can assign a Steward for your territory.

You have 2 hours to name your faction or a name will be assigned.

Hidden Objective Complete: Perfect Raid Score: No one in your party was injured during all three raids.

Reward: 10,000 Universal Bronze Coins.]

I let out a slow breath.

That’s… a lot of notifications.

Before I tackle the growing list, I open my status screen to assign skill points and check for new titles. I’m not disappointed.

New Titles Earned:

The Pencil or the Sword: Be the first human on a newly inducted world to reach 100 Intelligence. (+10 INT, +1 INT per level.)You Can’t Teach Speed: Be the first human on a newly inducted world to reach 100 Agility. (+10 AG, +1 AG per level.)Faction Leader: (+5 to all stats.)Not only is this a massive stat boost, but the per-level scaling is incredible.

I can’t help but grin. Then I open the next item on my reward list.

[Healers Cloak (Level 1) - Spirit Item: Absorbs ambient mana and grows with the owner, inheriting traits from skills and titles. Enhances potency of healer class spells while reducing mana consumption. Auto-equips and self-repairs.]

Like with my sword, the cloak begins to materialize in the air before me. A faint, ethereal melody hums through the air, each note resonating with the swirling wisps of light. They weave together gracefully, threads of silver and white dancing like fireflies. There’s a slight tugging, as if reality itself is bending. Slowly, the cloak takes shape, shimmering softly before solidifying. I reach out just before the final strands form, and the delicate fabric falls weightlessly into my outstretched arms, cool and soft against my skin.

The moment the fabric touches my skin, a spark of energy races through me. It’s faint, but unmistakable—a whisper of mana flowing between us. The cloak itself is simple. Crafted with light grey finely woven strands of soft fabric. The hems have softly flowing white embroidery that reminds me of ocean spray.

Almost in a trance I hold the robe in one hand and begin to remove my tattered leather vest, storing it. With a thought the robe disappears from my arms and I look down to find myself draped in the fabric.

I flex my shoulders, testing the robe’s range of motion. Perfect. It moves with me, never restricting, never hindering. And with its mana efficiency boost... my barriers will last longer. I’ll be able to shield my team even more effectively. A game-changer. I can’t wait to test it in battle.

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“You have got to be kidding me.” I nearly jump out of my skin. I was so wrapped up with my new cloak I hadn’t even heard Alex walk up.

I whirl on him cloak twisting with my movement. “Alex, geez man you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He glares at me. “It would serve you right. What the hell is this?” He waves his hand up and down gesturing at my new cloak.

“This?” I say twirling like a little princess. “Why I’m surprised you noticed. This my large friend is as much for you as it is for me.”

Alex sets his hands on his hips. “Oh yeah? Because from here it looks pretty much just for you.”

“It might look that way, but this new cloak adds more juice to those shields you love to abuse so much. So really, it’s for us both.” I smile still beaming with pride at my new cloak.

“I’m not sure…I’d say that's still pretty much just for you.” He glares at me with hands still firmly planted on his hips, then his composure slips and a wide grin splits his face. Then he reaches out a hand.

Pop.

“This–on the other hand–is alllll mine.” Standing proudly in the fading light is a sleek slightly goldish yellow claymore. He strokes his chin with his left hand. “I just wonder what I’m going to name her.”

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“Alex! You stupid big oaf! You already showed him? We were supposed to do it together!”

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I stare. Dumbfounded. In front of me, both Alex and Nick are holding their shiny new spirit weapons above their heads, faces aglow with pride. They look like they’re reenacting The Lion King, weapons lifted high like Rafiki presenting Simba at Pride Rock. All that’s missing is the dramatic “Naaaaants ingonyamaaa!” echoing in the background.

“Both of you?” I ask, breathless. “Okay, okay, I get it. You can put them down now.”

Are they for real? How long are they planning to hold those things up there? Seriously, are they waiting for a chorus to start singing?

Nick peeks around his bow, feigning innocence. He starts to lower it... then snaps it back up, eyes wide and triumphant.

I take a menacing step towards them and they drop the pose. “Fine, take it easy.” Alex raises his hand defensively.

“But seriously, this is crazy right? I had to look at my reward like five times before I could even believe it.” Nick is still holding his bow, running his hand up the finely polished wood like he can’t believe it’s real. “I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s... perfect.”

Alex’s face is a mix of wonder and disbelief. “I mean... I’ve played games with legendary weapons before, but this... this is different. It’s mine. It’s real.”

“It really is.” I watch them, faces glowing with pride, and feel a fleeting tug in my chest. Just for a second, I miss that feeling—being the only one with something special. But then I see the joy in their eyes, the excitement buzzing between them, and I can’t help but smile.

“Maybe spirit weapons are more common than we thought?” I ask. But then, a different realization dawns on me. “Alex…that's a sword.”

His smile melts a bit, transforming into a sheepish grin. “Yeah well. I don’t know, I thought a claymore was the name of a big axe.”

Nick snorts a laugh. “OH PLEASE. You did not! Just the other day you were fanboying over how cool Layton looked with his sword. You picked it because you wanted to be more like Layton.”

Alex levels a death stare at Nick. “That’s not true. I’m just stupid–shut up Nick. I’m really mad this isn’t an axe." As soon as the words left his mouth he looked down at his sword and mouthed something that looked very much like “No I don’t. You know I love you baby.”

Shaking my head, I can’t help but smile. Did them getting new spirit weapons make me feel just a little less special? Yeah, a little. But that’s not what matters. What matters is they’re stronger. Safer. Our people are safer. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Our little team just got a BIG upgrade. That meant safety. It meant stability for our people. Mostly? I just was geeking out about how awesome my friends were getting.