“Since I’m in this world, I might as well go to the front lines,” I muttered to myself.


    While it was true that the front lines were more dangerous than where I was now, I wanted to see what kind of viins were attacking. Was it the typical bandit attack? Every isekai seemed to start with a bandit attack. If I killed a bandit, would it make me a murderer in this world? What was I even thinking? How would I get about killing a bandit?


    It wasn’t too difficult to find out the direction everyone was running to and from. I eventually came to a city wall that was only five feet tall. It might keep out some wild beasts, but for any pack ofrge animals or bandits, it wasn’t good enough. I could see arge group of people fighting on each side of the wall. I had to get closer to be able to see them. I was able to smell them first.


    “Undead!” I let out a cry of surprise.


    So, that was the bad guys that were attacking the vige. It was a horde of undead monsters. Well… it was mostly zombies with one or two skeletons mixed in. Their flesh was hanging from their bodies, and they didn’t look very human. How to exin it… they weren’t like the zombies one would imagine, that is, re-animated humans. Instead, they looked more like fantasy zombies. Their skin was green, and it hung off their bodies loosely. They had ws on their hands, and they were quite powerful and damaging with each swipe. I saw a guy’s armor ripped off with a single swipe.


    “Ahhh…” The guy screamed as he was carried back by two others, gripping his leg, which was now bleeding.


    Theyid him down next to the haystack. I didn’t do very well with blood, but I decided to head over to the hurting man anyway. That was really why I hade out. The only thing I could do was heal people, and I intended to do that if I could.


    “Kid… get out of here!” The guy shouted. “The undead are going to overtake the wall soon.”


    “Ah… let me heal you.” I responded.


    “There is no time!” The guy sighed. “Damn it… I think I’m cursed.”


    “I might as well try,” I argued, putting out a hand. “Weak Heal!”


    I had never cast magic before in my life. I really had no clue how to do it. I could havepletely embarrassed myself here by casting this spell only for the magic to do nothing. Part of the reason I was trying now is that no one was watching. This guy was injured and cursed and would probably die without my help, so I’d prefer that he saw my failure rather than for it to happen in a group full of scary men depending on me to heal their injuredrade.


    If it turned out that my one and only skill was useless, then I would quickly run and hide in a barn until things settled down. I wasn’t a hero. I was just a guy trying to y a game. I still didn’t even know if the people I was interacting with were real or merely an borate NPC.


    Upon saying the words, white light exploded from my hands. It shot out and carpeted the man’s leg. A few momentster, his wounds closed up. The man himself let out a breath, his jaw-dropping in surprise.


    “It healed!”


    {White Mage has increased to level 2.}


    {You have unlocked the White Mage skill: Remove Curse.}