How to Survive as a Super Rare Item Healer

Chapter 12: Two accounts blocked side by side

‘Can I really be of help…?’

Chae-eun, the frost mage of Sprout Guild, nervously clasped her hands.

She was on her way to the home of Chorok, the healer who’d captured the world’s attention.

Compared to her bold sisters who shot fireballs and fearlessly faced monsters,
Chae-eun couldn’t understand why she was being brought along.

‘She says I just need to use my skill a few times… but all I can do is shoot ice chunks…’

Will this really be okay?
Will I just end up being a burden again?

An inexplicable weight settled deep in her chest.

‘No, this won’t work.’

I need to tell her I can’t help…!

Just as Chae-eun, overwhelmed by pressure, opened her mouth to speak—

“Here’s my place! It’s my first time having a guest, so I’m a bit nervous… Hehe.”

Chorok’s front door opened.
When Chae-eun peered inside, she froze.

A small gasp escaped her lips.

“Wow…”

Chorok’s tiny basement apartment was like a living forest.
Vines climbed the walls, pots covered the floor,
and green leaves draped from above.
The entire space was bursting with plants.

It didn’t feel like entering someone’s home—
it was like stepping into a cozy, miniature forest.

In the center, someone waved at her with a smile.

“Come on in!”

If fairies lived in forests, they’d probably look like this.

Chorok blended so perfectly with the plants around her, it was almost magical.

Drawn in as if enchanted, Chae-eun noticed one plant.
Among vibrant, blooming flowers, a single one hung its head low.

It felt strangely familiar, like it mirrored her own place among her bold sisters.

“What’s this one called?”
“Hm? Fuchsia?”

Seeing Chae-eun’s interest, Chorok’s eyes lit up.

She launched into an enthusiastic explanation.

“It’s called Fuchsia. Right now, its flowers are drooping, but it’ll eventually bloom into something gorgeous and vibrant. Is this your favorite? Want me to give it to you?”

Even though she was older, Chorok’s sparkling excitement was so adorable… Chae-eun couldn’t help but smile.

“No, it’s okay. But, um, what do you need help with?”

Snapping back to reality, she asked why she was here.
Chorok answered casually,
“Just use your skill.”

Then she suddenly returned from the freezer with a tiny seed.

…What’s she planning?
Do people normally store seeds in the freezer?
What does my skill have to do with a seed?

Questions flooded Chae-eun’s mind, but she stayed quiet and watched.

Chorok planted the seed in a transparent glass pot and smiled brightly.

“Use your skill here!”
“On the pot… with the seed… my ice skill?”
“Yup!”

Is that really okay?
Won’t the seed die?

More questions swirled, but Chorok’s confidence suggested she had a plan.

Chae-eun placed her hands over the pot, ready to release ice chunks.

“Wait, hold on!”

Chorok suddenly stopped her, closed her eyes, and muttered something.

Instantly, light, warmth, and vitality surged into Chae-eun’s body.

Her vision brightened, and each breath felt like it filled her with life.
It was the same fleeting sensation she’d felt once before, during a boss fight with Chorok.

“Now try using your ice skill.”

Still reeling from the sensation, Chae-eun refocused and placed her hands over the pot.

As she cautiously released ice, Chorok’s eyes gleamed, and—

“Yes! It worked!”

A miraculous sight unfolded.

A pale blue sprout pierced through the ice.

The sprouting speed was so fast, it was hard to believe even seeing it firsthand.

“The seed… it’s sprouting… already…?”

Chae-eun mumbled in disbelief. Chorok, watching in awe, placed a finger to her lips with a “shh” gesture.

“Pretty cool, right? This is our little secret.”

“A s-secret…! I’ll keep it, I promise…!”

To some, it might seem trivial.
But to Chae-eun, it was so overwhelming she felt tears welling up.

Always shrinking in the corner, watching others’ backs,
and now, standing beside the world’s most admired healer,
sharing a secret just between them.

‘Our little secret…!’

The thought alone made her heart race with excitement.

“What were you doing!? Spill it, quick!”
“I didn’t even eat, waiting to hear about it! What did Chorok unnie say? What’d she need help with?”

Back at the guild, Chae-eun’s sisters bombarded her with questions, making her head spin.

“…Chae-eun, did you help her well?”

Guild Master Choi Hanul greeted her casually,
but his stiff face and slightly trembling lips betrayed his curiosity.

‘Unnie said it’s our secret.’

“I helped her solve a problem she was working on…”

As she spoke, relief gradually spread across Choi Hanul’s face.

“And we agreed I’d visit regularly to help…”

“Good… You did great, Chae-eun.”

With that, Choi Hanul finally relaxed, slumping onto the sofa.

Then the sisters erupted again.

“Ugh, so jealous, Chae-eun! I could help Chorok unnie too!”
“Why won’t you tell us what you did? Is it a secret!?”

Their noisy chatter melted away Chae-eun’s lingering tension.

Phew—

Letting out a long breath, she gently placed a pot she’d received from Chorok on the table.

“What’s that?”
“Did Chorok unnie give it to you?”
“That flower looks so unique.”
“What’s its name?”

The sisters’ attention instantly shifted to the pot.

“…Fuchsia? I think that’s what she said. Chorok unnie gave it to me.”

One sister started frantically searching her phone, then burst out laughing.

“Haha! This flower’s meaning is ‘gift.’ You got a gift as a gift?”

Chae-eun’s cheeks flushed a soft pink.

She felt shy.
The flower she felt resembled her carried the meaning of ‘gift.’

It tickled her heart, like a brush sweeping across it.

‘Could I, one day, be a gift to someone like this flower?’

Like this flower, destined to bloom vibrantly,
could she, too, one day shine?

Stroking the gifted flower, Chae-eun held onto a small hope.

After a week-long community ban,
the only thing filling my dopamine void was casting Heal on the spirit seed.

[‘Ice Spirit, Pristine’ can’t wait to meet you.]
[‘Ice Spirit, Pristine’ coos with a cute voice.]
[‘Ice Spirit, Pristine’ whimpers that Heal tastes so good.]

I want to reunite with the adorable ice spirit soon.

With summer heat approaching, I was worried,
but with this little one, cooling costs are no longer an issue.

Anyway.

The messages from casting Heal gave me a sliver of dopamine.
But compared to the community’s thrill, it wasn’t enough.

Time dragged on…

And finally, today!
The day my community ban lifts!

‘Do people still remember me?’

They haven’t forgotten, right…?

With trembling hands, I picked up my phone.

“Delivery!”

A voice from outside filled my head with stress.

Ugh…
Another one.

Another delivery…!

Peeking out, I saw a stack of boxes as tall as me, with a huge ‘Firebloom Guild’ banner.

“What do they keep sending?”

Staring at the boxes in exasperation, I started bringing them inside.

Returning them feels like picking a fight with Firebloom.
But opening them risks hearing, “You accepted our gift, so join our guild.”

So, for days, unopened boxes have been piling up in my cramped room.

“Ugh… This place is already tiny.”

I need to move up my relocation plans.

Pushing the boxes aside, I grabbed my phone and opened the app.

Finally, unbanned!

Heart racing, I scrolled through the community.

It looked much the same as a week ago.
Posts praising me,
wishing I’d appear on the news again,
wondering what I’m up to…

But one thing stood out.

“Oh…?”

A small change in the community.

[PlantFan2: What a load of long-winded crap]

An imposter using my nickname had appeared!

The coveted ‘copycat user’ only true named figures get!

A thrill shot down my spine.
I’d already checked off two marks of a community named figure…

[PlantFan2: Moron? lol]
[PlantFan2: Keep yapping lol]

‘PlantFan2’ was, like the original me, commenting only on posts praising me.

Unlike me dissing myself, this was someone else dissing me, which could’ve felt bad.
But…

‘Brings back memories…’

I wasn’t upset at all.
If anything, I felt pity and nostalgia.

Their desperate, ignored comments mirrored my old self.
I was sure they weren’t doing this for fun.
The world just made them this way.

So, I decided…

‘I guess I have to teach them a thing or two.’

I resolved to become a mentor to this poor soul.

Today, too, Saebyeol ended her stream in a rage, battered by insults.

“Why are they doing this to me?!”

I keep saying it’s not me— isn’t it time they stopped?
What did I do wrong?

Finally, the thin thread of her rationality snapped.

“Fine. If I’m gonna get hate for no reason, I’d rather earn it.”

Saebyeol created a new community account
and changed her nickname to ‘PlantFan2.’

Then, every time a post about that annoying healer popped up, she unleashed a barrage of vitriolic comments.

Get sued? Go ahead.
I’m a healer. I’ve got money.

If I’m short, I’ll just run a few gates.

After all the unjust hate, she didn’t care about legal fees anymore.
She’d rather get sued to prove her innocence.

Saebyeol had fully snapped.

“…But why aren’t they reacting to my comments?”

Something was off.

Like the original PlantFan, she left harsh comments on posts praising that healer.
But oddly, her comments got no attention.

“Hmph. Whatever.”

Her goal wasn’t to gain community attention but to create a reason for the hate she received.
So it didn’t matter.

Ding—

A notification signaled her first reply.

The familiar nickname on the screen:

PlantFan: Bro lol, that’s not how you troll. Throwing out curses like that is amateur stuff.
PlantFan: Want me to teach you a thing or two?

‘What?’

It’s… my comrade?

‘…’

Sure, PlantFan was the reason she’d been unfairly hated,
but she didn’t resent them.
The misunderstanding came from idiots with low IQs.
PlantFan’s comments actually scratched an itch for her.

To Saebyeol, PlantFan was more likable than not.

PlantFan2: Ok, teach me.

She started a 1:1 chat with the original PlantFan.

But something felt strange.

The more they talked,
the more she felt drawn to PlantFan.

When to comment,
how to hit where it hurts—
they had an almost suspicious expertise in trolling.

And an uncanny obsession with public attention.

“…”

To Saebyeol, who only cared about money,
PlantFan’s values, thoughts, and tone were refreshingly novel.

And…

“Good grief… Why’s this troll so kind?”

They left sharp comments for everyone else,
but to her, they were warm and gentle.