I Only Treat Villains - Chapter 1 – In the End, I Learned it Rains in Hell

It was a night where the light from the moon was dimmer than usual.

Knock knock.

“Uh…no, I don’t want to.”

There are things in this world that are hard to understand.

One of them was the fact that I had been reborn into the world of a novel.

However, aren’t you bound to experience something absurd at least once in your life, if you live long enough?

The reason I was reborn and that I was able to remember my memories from my previous life was because my life was already very spectacular.

So I wasn’t too embarrassed when I remembered the memories of my past life or the contents of the book. It had been a long time already, so I have gotten used to it.

Rather, my worries lied in something else.

“…some crazy bas**** is standing in front of my house again.”

I, Syrinx Aden, live on the western edge of the Empire’s largest city, Creixos.

The back alley was divided into five areas.

Among them, this was the street of gambling and auction, which was named the ‘bottom’ area of the city since the street was located in the back alley of District 1.

I’m illegally forging and selling fake jewelry as a living.

“Ha…”

However, the Rixos Patrol, the competent Knights of Creixos, did not catch any illegal activity arising in the alley.

That was because this place was well hidden between the prosperous empire and the golden city of Creixos.

Yeah, the shop is located in a blind spot. I’m an illegal merchant who eat and live well in this dirty back alley.

Recently—No.

I’ve had this problem for quite a long time.

Bang, bang, bang!

“Are you there? Is anyone there?”

That is because someone keeps bringing other people to the front of my house.

That was the guy who got hurt!

After coming back from my business trip, I stared at my house from next door.

In front of the house, a man who was trying to help someone was knocking on the door like crazy.

“Huh? Is anyone there?”

I hid in the shadows and let out a sigh. I mumbled very quietly.

“Crazy! What’s going on? Do you think I’m running a charity in front of my house?”

I even came early this evening.

‘I’m going crazy.’

It was not the first time someone knocked on my house and fell down.

If I can go back to when this situation started, then this had all started two years ago. That was the first time I have helped someone and she became the source of all my trouble.

<…Hello! Sister? Pretty sister? Wake up! Hey!>

At that time, someone was lying in front of the house. It was my humanitarian duty to help those in need, so I treated her

<What? Why is it all better?>

But the problem was this.

My ability.

I have such excellent healing powers that I had healed all her injuries even though she was close to dying.

And that was how it all started.

My main job was to appraise and sell jewelry. Sometimes, I also make counterfeit goods.

But I have another ability besides selling jewelry, which is that I can “heal” people.

Even a simple wound can be fixed.

It was from that day on.

The number of people coming to my house piled up like Jenga.

(T/N: Jenga is a tower block game. Look at the image below)

No, did a rumor spread somewhere that this is a hospital or something?

From vicious shark loaners to assassins; all the criminals from the back alley of the five districts came here to be healed.

As soon as they got better, they were all kicked out. This way, rumors would no longer spread.

Fortunately, very few people came. And if they did come, they would come secretly. Even so, this is a nuisance for me.

It is more problematic because my main job was not being a healer and healing the injured.

Ever since then, I came to dislike something very much.

It was the knock-knock sound; the sound of someone knocking at the door.

I’m not going to treat customers who don’t pay. I’m not going to!

T/N: Here’s a picture of Jenga: