by Alex Matthews
I died processing insurance claims. I was reborn as a Legendary Healer. My predecessor healed for free, died young, and was worshipped as a saint. I refuse to make the same mistake. The Royal Healer's Guild charges 5,000 gold for resurrection. Most people die because they can't afford it. I charge 500 gold. Payment plans available. The Guild calls it predatory pricing. I call it competition. They have 200 years of tradition and cathedral headquarters. I have 17 years of insurance experience and a willingness to break their system. As my clinic network grows, the Guild escalates. Legal threats. Price wars. Armed enforcers. But the real problem isn't the Guild. It's that every resurrection costs a month of my life. And I've already performed 47 of them. In a world where life has a price, I'm about to decide who gets saved and who doesn't—before my own time runs out. What to expect: Economic warfare, not dungeon crawling Ethical dilemmas with no right answers System exploitation through mana efficiency Permanent consequences (people die, choices matter) A protagonist who uses spreadsheets as weapons Updates: Daily
