Alton glanced at her, and then looked at me. "You know her?"

"WE'RE BEST FRIENDS!"

"No."

Stephanie and I answered at the same time. Alton laughed, and held out a hand to the teenage girl. "Nice to meet you, Miss Healer's best friend. I'm Alton."

Her eyes widened. "The evil wizard?" I braced myself for her to scream or run away similar to the prior "strong" people I had tried to recruit. Instead, she smiled with great relief. "THANK GOODNESS!"

"Huh." Alton seemed just as confused as me. "Never had that reaction before."

Stephanie in response pointed a group of monsters emerging from the nearby forest, heading towards us. "Can you guys lend a hand?"

I studied the new threat carefully. There were eight wolf like creatures, 5 feet tall with long horns, large jaws and rows upon rows of blood-stained teeth. They moved as a pack, snarling and howling as they closed in on their prey.

Alton shrugged nonchalantly at the sight, and pointed at me. "I'll help if she says it's okay."

"Great!" Stephanie sat up with difficultly, her armor hindering the movement, and placed her hands together in a praying gesture. "Please?"

I pushed up my sleeves. "Sure. I had some energy I wanted to get out anyways. Alton, you take the four on the left?"

He nodded in response and began chanting.

I faced the four beasts on the right with a thoughtful expression. One out of the group was larger than the rest, likely the leader of the pack.

**The Healer has activated wordless incantation. -300MP per use.**

The wolf monsters were racing closer. I sensed the end of Alton's chant coming and raised a hand, pointing.

**The Healer has cast Immobilization -10MP/sec while active.**

The three smaller wolves froze, tumbling to the ground. The larger stumbled, but shrugged off the spell, obviously having some magical resistance. I moved forward, going at my highest speed. If a spell won't work... I pulled a syringe out of my inventory. As I reached the leader. I saw Alton finish his chant out of the corner of my eye. A black flame surrounded the monsters he faced, burning them to ash.

**Alton the Great Evil Wizard is credited with 4 monster kills, awarded 160XP and +4 fame. You receive 20XP as a party member.**

The lead monster snapped at me as I leapt over its head, its teeth missing my arm my a hair. I jumped and straddled its back, grabbing its rough, stained fur in one hand, and plunging the syringe into the large muscle near its shoulder joint with the other.

**The Healer has used custom potion – Anesthetic. Patient is paralyzed and sedated for 3 minutes.**

The monster under me let out a groan and collapsed to the ground. Letting out a sigh of relief, I looked over at the smaller wolf monsters and reached out a hand.

**The Healer has cast Debridement x 3. – 60MP.**

Black blood spilled out from large wounds in their necks, pooling under the three bodies, soaking the grass beneath them.

**The Healer is credited with 3 monster kills, awarded 120XP and +3 fame.**

Now that the small fry are out of the way... I waved away the notification and pulled a scalpel out of my inventory, the small blade in my hand reflecting the bright sunlight.

If spells won't work, then I'll just do it the old-fashioned way. I couldn't use weapons, only medical/healing potions and tools. A scalpel although tiny, was the closest thing I had to a bladed weapon. I reached out towards the wolf's neck.

"WAIT!" Stephanie cried out, causing me to pause before I cut the monster's throat. "Don't cut it!"

I raised an eyebrow. "You want me to spare the monster that was hunting you?" I noticed that Alton had kept a small amount of magic around his hand, ready to strike at any moment. It was strangely reassuring to see that he wasn't always so trusting of others.

Stephanie looked at me, confused. "What? No! I just meant please don't CUT it! I need an undamaged pelt for a quest. Can you kill it without hurting its pelt?"

I thought it over, still holding the scalpel to its throat in case the potion wore off. "Depends. What about the quest rewards?"

She deflated slightly at the question. "50-50 split? I did spend days tracking them down."

"Deal." I put my scalpel away, and pull up a buckled strap. With a quick practiced movement, I placed it around the wolf's head, and tightened it over the neck.

**Healer has utilized tourniquet. Blood flow to the affected area is cut off. Please utilize caution, patient received 10 damage for each second that the tourniquet is in place.**

I waited patiently.

**WARNING! Patient airway is compressed and is becoming dangerously hypoxic. Please secure airway to continue healing. Patient will receive 50 damage for each second that airway compression remains in place.**

I continued to wait.

**The Healer is credited with 1 level 20 monster boss kill, awarded 200 XP and +5 fame.**

I removed the tourniquet, wiping down the strap before replacing it into my inventory. I glanced over at Alton and Stephanie who stared at me in surprise. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"...Umm... did you just kill a boss monster... with a syringe and a belt?"

"It's a tourniquet, but yes."

"Cool." Alton gave me a thumbs up.

Stephanie shrugged off her apparent shock and ran to the boss monster, using a skill to remove the pelt without any tools. She then paused, and stood in front of both of us, shuffling back and forth slightly.

"So..."

I cleaned my hands with a handkerchief and some water, not looking at her. "What do you want this time?"

"This time?" I waved away Alton's question and looked at Stephanie, who didn't make eye contact.

"Well, I guess I wasn't here JUST for the wolf pelt... I may have also come here looking for you... and remembered to finish the quest when I saw them in the forest on my way over."

I didn't change my expression. "What do you want?"

Striking a pose, slightly hindered by her dented metal armor, she answered dramatically: "...I heard you were recruiting... Can I join your party?"

"..."

"..."

Alton and I stared at her.

"Wait. How did you know we were recruiting?"

"After you asked three people you are seriously asking this?" She shook her head in disgust. "You both are famous! It's been all over the world chat since you were first sighted together!"

Groaning, I pulled up the display that I rarely opened anymore. After the Downfall, the people pulled into this game like world had quickly discovered a worldwide chat option. There were many different topics, guides and other discussion available to read through and comment on.

In the first few weeks after waking up in this world, I used to read through the gossip and other new topics daily, hoping desperately that someone would discover what had happened, why we were here, or perhaps some tips on succeeding as a healer. Instead I quickly discovered it was a toxic cesspool of humanity, filled with petty arguments, lies and gossip.

I quickly became a common topic of discussion on the chat board. As the only high level healer, part of the Hero's party, and the player with the highest number of human kills, I was infamous, with entire forums dedicated to analyzing how I was accomplishing it. The conclusions they often came to were often not very flattering towards me.

There were also fan clubs and forums dedicated to the Hero and his party, and they were also my strongest critics as well, accusing me of dragging the hero and his party down. I flinched from the memories, but quickly pulled up the world chat, noting that the top topic of discussion was about Alton and me.

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"THE HEALER AND THE EVIL WIZARD HAVE TEAMED UP AND ARE RECRUITING NEW MEMBERS!"

The infamous mooching healer from the Hero's party has officially split from them and joined the Evil Wizard! No one knows what horrific plans they are concocting, but whatever it is must require strong people, as they have been sighted trying to recruit two free agents on the leader board, and were last seen on level 38, likely to recruit Dallas the Barbarian! We'll keep you posted!

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I frowned at the post, quickly scanning the comments below.

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" Good riddance! It was always a drag to see her running behind the hero's party, getting carried by them. "

"That's terrifying! The Evil Wizard has friends? If you see them, you better run!"

"Who would want to joined such a cursed party?"

"... So who else is shipping them?"

"Weirdos will ship anything with anything. Get out of here with that nonsense."

"Pieces of trash will always gravitate together."

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I looked at the last comment, which was posted by Rita the Holy Archer. She was a member of the Hero's party as well, and not someone I had ever gotten along with.

Alton was staring blankly, obviously scrolling through the chat as well. He made a weird expression and waved his hand back and forth, dismissing it and muttering to himself. I stepped forward, patting his shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry, it's just a bunch of idiots chattering."

"Worried?" He looked at me, confused. "I'm not worried about the comments. There's a whole thread dedicated to taking bets on what sort of horrible death I'll have. This is child's play."

"Then why the weird face?"

He looked away awkwardly, mumbling something I couldn't hear.

"What did you...?"

"I saw FAN ART, okay? They made fan art of the two of us..." He covered his face with his hand.

"Why would they...?" I paused. "Can I see it?"

"No. No. I would rather die."

What on earth did he see? Before I could ask further, Stephanie pushed again.

"Guys? I'm still here! Can I join?"

Alton stared coldly at her. "I don't know you, or trust you. It depends on what Miss Healer has to say."

Stephanie turned towards me, but only received an eye roll in response to her puppy eyes. "I can vouch for the fact that she's strong. She's a barbarian warrior, and obsessed on leveling up her strength stats."

He looked at the girl in her late teens and her tiny frame. "...If you say so"

I sighed. "Show him your sword."

"Sure!" Grinning, Stephanie raised her hand, an enormous cleaver type sword longer than her body appearing in it. It looked incredibly heavy, but she waved it around as if it were weightless. Alton applauded politely at her show of strength. Finally, she put it away. "I'm forty-third on the Leader Board, partially due to the fame I gained for my strength stats, which are the highest in the world here."

"The real question is..." Alton turned towards me. "Why wasn't she on your list of people to recruit?"

"I told you my list was strong people who weren't in a party who weren't total psychopaths." I looked at Stephanie pointedly. "She is absolutely crazy AND she's in party already."

She grinned. "Not anymore, Healer! I quit my party the minute I saw you were recruiting on the forum! I owe you my life, how could I not take advantage of that opportunity?"

"And your fan club of a party allowed that?"

"I had to chop off a hand or two, but eventually they got the point and agreed to let me be happy and follow my dream." Seemingly unconcerned by the intense violent acts she spoke about, she held out her hand to me with a smile. "So do we have a deal?"

I looked up at the sky. "We do need a tanker..." Crazy or not, she is really strong... I took a deep breath, and shook her hand. "Fine."

"YAY!"

**Stephanie the lovely Barbarian has accepted your invitation to join your party! She will have access to shared inventory, and her stats will become visible upon medical scan.**

"Should we head on, or are anymore of your friends going to suddenly jump out of trees to join us?" Alton finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Who knows?" I turned to Stephanie. "Where do you need to turn in your quest?"

"Where else?" She grinned. "Winter's General Store."

"..." Rubbing my forehead, and trying not to cry, I asked quietly, "Are you out of your mind? You realize he would kill you if you didn't bring back the pelt?" Alton looked at me questioningly, but I gestured at him to let it go and he remained silent.

"No he wouldn't!" Stephanie burst out. "He promised that since I was your friend he wouldn't kill me! ... He would only maim me if I failed."

"You're not my friend."

"That's right, we're not friends... we're BEST friends!"

"Heaven help us." I groaned and pulled up a traveling artifact. "Let's go see Winter before he decides to come see us."

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As we arrived in level 1 City, we quietly moved towards the back alleys near the water front. It was a mostly deserted area known for its paid killers, black markets and the most desperate part of humanity. The few people we ran into were cloaked and minding their own business, but I kept my guard up, refusing to dismiss wordless chanting despite the mana drain. I wanted to be able to fight at a moments notice.

"Who is Winter?" Alton asked finally as he followed us through the winding and increasingly dark streets.

"An NPC!" Stephanie answered cheerfully. "A really powerful one. He really likes the Healer too"

Alton was shocked, as I knew he would be. There were scattered being that looked like humans, but weren't that could give quests, termed Non Player Characters given their similarity in role to NPCs in the game. However, since their discovery in this world since the Downfall, their interactions with humans were limited. There were a few that would hand out quests, a few that ran shops, but all of them had one thing in common:

They despised humans.

They treated human players as lesser beings, only worthy of cheap and dirty missions or tasks that they didn't want to take care of. Many attempts at befriending or learning about them were made in the beginning, but universally they responded with only vitriol and disdain.

No one knew why they were here. If they were part of whatever scheme this was that had trapped us in this world. But we knew one thing: Any attempt to harm them went poorly. They could be harmed. Could even be killed. But any player who did so would find themselves hunted relentlessly by the City 1 guard, who wouldn't rest until the offending player was dead. After a handful of deaths, this became the new normal and people learned to leave NPCs alone for the most part.

I gave most NPCs a wide berth. I didn't understand them, or trust them.

But Winter was the exception.

We arrived at the store, pushing it open to the sound of a tinkling bell overhead.

"Winter! Guess who I brought?!!" Stephanie crowed as she pranced in, before coming to a sudden stop. I halted behind her, and Alton beside me as we stared silently at the group already in the store, arguing with an annoyed appearing Winter.

"What bad luck." Alton whispered, and I had to agree.

It was the Hero's party.