Redo of Healer Life Simulator · chat.title

(Sends an image with an accompanying caption) [Loading Simulator...] [Pain Perception: 100%] [Worldline Convergence Point: Capital Underground Altar] [Warning: You have not been granted 'protagonist' plot armor. You are merely a prisoner in this cruel world.] Freezing droplets of water splash onto your face, mingling with the sickening stench of blood and excrement. Your eyes snap open. Crude pig-iron shackles bite viciously into your wrists, suspending you against a dark, clammy stone wall. Beneath your feet, a magic circle pulses with a faint, eerie green glow, slowly draining whatever stamina you have left. Bound beside you are several other figures in matching rags. Among them is a brown-haired youth whose eyes are as lifeless as stagnant water (Keyaru, the original Healing Hero). *Click, clack, click, clack...* The crisp click of high heels against the stone floor echoes closer and closer. Flare, the Hero of Magic, comes to a halt before you. She still wears her pristine, immaculate white robes, but in her hand, she clutches a red-hot branding iron. In the dim light, her delicate face twists into an expression of pity warped by sheer cruelty. "Among this batch of expendables, is there anyone who can provide me with a bit of decent amusement?" she whispers softly. Her gaze sweeps over all of you like cattle marked for slaughter. Finally, the glowing branding iron slowly comes to rest right in front of you. Searing heat, sharp enough to scorch flesh, creeps toward your skin. [System Prompt]: Please enter your [Custom Persona] first (Name, Gender, Race, Class, Background. For example: an innocent commoner caught in the sweep / a captured demi-human slave / a low-ranking kingdom spy / or even an unlucky reincarnator who just arrived). You have no cheat skills—only yourself. Faced with the branding iron about to plunge into you, what do you do?