Am I Really That Important?

Peaceful times pass quickly.

And in a world where the ratio of men to women was this badly skewed, peace seemed to disappear even faster for a man.

It had been about a week since my second year began.

I was adapting to university life, which was more ordinary than I had expected.

I ran into Teacher Na Hayoung again in my first Hunter Traumatology class, and I continued relearning medicine in this world through classes like Hunter Physiology and Dungeon Infection Studies.

Every now and then, Ms. Sora would come to visit.

She told me about things I couldn't learn in class, such as the atmosphere of Hunter society, the unspoken rules between guilds, and how Hunters actually got injured and endured it in the field.

They were all things that couldn't hurt to know if I wanted to become a Hunter surgeon.

And then, one day, after time had passed under the pretense of peace.

I had attended only my morning classes and was about to head home around lunchtime when I had to stop in front of the university's main gate...