I once thought that my "healing" was a gift from God to help the world and save people.
Until, on the verge of life and death, I touched the dying core of my enemy. At that moment, I not only healed the trauma, but "reinscribed" all its powers, talents, and memories, and could... Rewrite the very basis of its existence at will.
I walked confusedly in this devastated city invaded by other worlds, defeating, acquiring, and modifying. I turned the violent beasts into docile cats, and washed away the sins of the fallen strong men and rebuilt their foundations. I use this godlike authority carefully to heal the world's wounds.
I still firmly believe that I am saving people.
Until the supreme being from another world who covered the sky came, his huge eyes stared at me, and his voice resounded throughout the world:
"Welcome to the return of the 'Key to All Forms' - you are the disease of billions of worlds and the only remedy for salvation."
I lowered my head and looked at my hands that were only willing to save lives.
So, who am I?
Is he a doctor who sticks to his true intentions to help the world, or is he... The most deadly "abnormality" that even he has not seen through?
——What I heal is this world.
——What I suffer from is a strangeness to myself.
