F-Rank Healer Unlocks FULL AUTO… Now He’s Untouchable! | MANHWA RECAP

He was a useless healer treated like garbage by his own party. [music] But after being left for dead, he's back in a younger body with a god tier glitch called full auto. A group of top tier bullies thought he was an easy target until he moved faster than the I could see, breaking their pride and their bones in a single breath. Now a desperate elf beauty is looking for a savior, and she's about to realize that Joining this weakling is the [music] only way to save her best friend. The name is the genius healer's restart,

and this is just the beginning. We open inside a lively tavern where two guys are gossiping about a recent town incident. Apparently, some monsters calling themselves demon soldiers went on a massive rampage 3 days ago, leaving seven mages completely headless. The younger guy wonders if these soldiers are really that tough, and the older one Confirms they are basically walking cheat codes with human intelligence and more magic power than an entire flunk of dragons. When asked why these overpowered beasts are suddenly hunting mages, the older guy mentions a spicy rumor that they are searching for someone

specific. But before he can drop the actual tea, they are completely interrupted. The interruption comes in the form of a loud complaint from a mage who is currently accusing an older man Of acting like a total creep. She demands he let go of her now that the healing is done, claiming his touch is making her skin crawl. Our boy, the healer, nervously apologizes and explains he had to take his time because her wound was a nasty cocktail of two different poisons. The party's thief girl chimes in, suggesting the mage is being entirely too harsh. The

mage immediately accuses the thief of taking the old man's side, but the blonde Swordsman steps in to shut the drama down. The mage complains that just looking at the healer's face is going to ruin her future drinks, and the blonde swordsman actually agrees. He tosses a few measly coins onto the ground, declaring the old man his job is done and it is time for him to leave. As the trio prepares to ditch him, the swordsman casually orders our boy to return at their usual time tomorrow. Our boy looks at the pathetic pile of coins And

asks if that is his entire paycheck. The swordsman brutally informs him that since he spent the whole battle hiding in the shadows, he is nothing but a useless burden and his pay perfectly reflects his zero contribution. The terrible trio leaves our boy completely stranded outside the tavern looking like a rejected puppy. Just to rub salt in the wound, three random passers by suddenly start fanboying over the blonde swordsman, gushing about how his elite Party is totally destined for greatness. Left all alone, our boy realizes he completely forgot about his own injuries and quickly casts a

fairy heel spell on himself. He glares at the pitiful coin on the ground, picks it up, and seriously questions his entire life path. He briefly considers tossing his adventurer badge in the trash, but realizes his poverty logic makes that impossible. He has absolutely zero savings, no backup skills, and figures Becoming Monster Chow might actually be a solid career pivot at his age. Brushing off his absolute misery, he decides there is no point in crying over spilled milk, plasters on a smile, and decides to go drown his sorrows at a local bar. While strolling through the

streets, our boy is suddenly swarmed by a sinister purple aura, and feels a sharp pain in his gut. He grabs his stomach, pulls his hand away, and finds it completely covered in his own blood. Before he can even process the sudden leakage, a voice from above playfully complains about missing the target. Up on a nearby roof stands a hooded figure radiating pure malice. Our boy feels a crushing wave of magic power pressing down on him. Realizing instantly this guy is incredibly dangerous and entirely off the charts, the hooded figure introduces himself as a demon soldier

and a servant of the demon king. He happily announces that he has finally Found our healer and is here to politely execute him on his boss's direct orders. Without missing a beat, our boy dodges a lethal follow-up strike and rapidly casts an angel heal on himself to patch up the bleeding hole in his stomach. The demon soldier is genuinely impressed by his blazing fast casting speed, and our boy fires back a sarcastic thank you. The demon drops the playful act, threatening to stop holding back and finish the job quickly. Sweating Profusely, our boy realizes the

psycho is dead serious about turning him into a past tense. He demands to know why the literal demon king put a hit out on a perpetually washed up healer. The demon finds this absolutely hilarious. He bursts into laughter, mocking our boy for being completely clueless about his own worth. He reveals that our boy possesses a once in a millennium skill, calling it a total tragedy that such a priceless treasure is going to waste. Our boy gets understandably angry and demands to know what the demon is talking about. But before he can get any actual answers,

his head is suddenly evicted from his neck. As his vision tilts, the demon casually explains that even though our boy's power is incomplete, leaving him alive would eventually make him a massive threat. The demon bids him a polite farewell and walks off. Despite being recently decapitated, our boy is still Miraculously clinging to a sliver of consciousness. He glares at the retreating demon, furiously refusing to let his story end like this. In his final fading moments, his life flashes before his eyes. But it is just a terrible highlight reel of his awful party constantly using him

as monster bait and laughing at his misery. He bitterly concludes that his entire life was complete and utter garbage. But just as the darkness fully takes him, the Scene shifts to a bright sunrise. Our boy suddenly snaps his eyes open. He looks down at himself and realizes he is inexplicably much younger. It seems our healer has just hit the ultimate restart button. Our boy wakes up beneath a large tree, staring at his hands in pure bewilderment. He wonders if he somehow hit the cosmic undo button and came back to life, though his poverty logic tells

him that surviving decapitation is highly impossible. Crawling over to a Nearby body of water, he peers into the reflection and is greeted by the face of a completely unfamiliar young man. Before he can even process his new highdefinition dream of a face, three walking red flags approach him. They radiate massive bully energy. The first one notes that he isn't dead after all, while the second cruy points out he looked exactly like a fresh corpse just yesterday. The third chimes in, insisting it would have been perfectly Fine if this useless piece of trash had simply stayed

dead. Our boy's brain buffers for a second, trying to figure out if these lovely gentlemen are actual enemies or just terrible acquaintances. Before he can sort out the timeline, the middle bully barks at him to get up, calling him Tyr and demanding he hurry up and get ready. Uh, so these are his party members. What an absolute joy. The absolute mountain of bad intentions grabs our boy by the shirt, aggressively Asking if he is listening. When our boy politely asks who they are, the bully assumes he was beaten so hard his memory got wiped and

gleefully offers to deliver a few more hits to jog his brain. Glancing at his new arms, our boy notices this fresh body is covered in a ridiculous amount of bruises. He realizes this poor kid Ty was basically living the exact same miserable punching bag existence he just escaped. Our boy concludes his soul has somehow hijacked Tyrion's body. And right on Q, the bully delivers a solid punch straight to his gut. Instead of folding like a cheap lawn chair, our boy barely registers the hit. He looks the bully dead in the eye with zero panic, calmly

noting that the guy's pathetic punch barely even tickled. The bully is immediately thrown off, stammering that this completely unfazed guy cannot possibly be the Tyrion he knows. To make matters even more confusing for the three stooges, Our boy casually casts a fairy heel on himself, glowing softly as his new wounds instantly close up. The bully holding a magic staff practically drops his jaw, demanding to know when the useless Tyr learned highle healing magic. Our boy smirks, happily informing them that he is definitely not the Tyrion they used to kick around. The chubby ring leader's ego

cannot handle this level of back talk. He screams at his buddies to stop holding back, Promising to make our boy regret his new attitude until his dying breath. As the trio gears up for a beatdown, our boy gets a very serious look in his eyes. He admits it has been a remarkably long time since he felt this genuinely angry. Deciding he owes Tyrion a massive favor for the free body rental, he vows to teach these hooligans a painful lesson. Our boy launches forward and instantly sends the first bully straight into the dirt, planting his face

into the ground With flawless precision. He casually looks at the next guy and cheerfully announces he is up. The second bully throws a desperate punch, but our boy easily dodges and buries a fist deep into the guy's stomach. As the second bully gasps for air, our boy playfully compliments his effort. The chubby ring leader is now sweating bullets, completely baffled by how the previously useless party member turned into a martial arts master overnight. Our boy Chuckles at the word useless, noting he has heard that exact insult way too many times in his previous life. The

chubby bully charges in blindly swinging a heavy mace, but our boy is completely unbothered. He calmly states that an frrank adventurer is still an adventurer and a lifetime of surviving pure hell grants some serious combat experience. He snatches the magic staff from the unconscious mage and swats the chubby bully square in the face. Looking down At the groaning mess, he explains that swinging power around without a brain is just a toddler throwing a dangerous tantrum and mocks him for losing to a supposed off rank. Standing over his defeated bullies, our boy briefly wonders if he

sent those kids entirely too far into next week. But looking at their unconscious forms, he hopes this at least clears up some of Tyr's lingering resentment. He takes a moment to appreciate his new agile and healthy Physique. Completely confused as to why someone this gifted was treated like garbage, he also wonders how he can use his old healing magic in this new body. Finally accepting that soul possession is a real actual thing in this world. Flooded with endless questions about his next move, he spots a piece of paper on the ground. It is a status

examination form belonging to Tyr. Officially listing him as an F-rank swordsman. Realizing his new host was also an Adventurer, our boy decides taking a fresh examination is the perfect next step. Sitting around thinking will not solve anything, and more importantly, he desperately needs to figure out what that murderous demon soldier meant about him possessing a once in a millennium skill. The narration dives straight into how the adventurer status examination works. Basically, a special magic tool scans a person's body to calculate their strength, magic power, and stamina, Spitting out an overall adventurer rank. This system dictates

an adventurer's entire future, which is why some overachievers take the exam weekly to track every minor stat boost. Our boy, however, admits he has not taken one in years because his stats were practically fossilized, and he figured checking them was a total waste of time. Cut to the guild reception where our boy is handed his freshly printed status paper. He scans the document confirming his new Body's name is indeed Tyr. He is officially an F-rank healer with absolutely tragic base stats rocking FS in endurance and magic and a deeply embarrassing F minus in spirit. On

the bright side, his signature fairy heal and angel heal spells successfully transferred over. Unsurprisingly, his ultimate spell, Prayer to the Gods, is still locked behind an insufficient ability warning. Our boy wonders if his base stats belong to him or the original Tyr, but he brushes it off, hoping the skill section holds better news. Flipping to the second page, his jaw practically hits the floor. He actually has hidden skills. The first is a level one ability called Blood Zone, which boosts his critical and vital hit rates. Our boy realizes that since he spent his previous life

furiously beating monsters over the head with his healer staff, he accidentally unlocked a physical attacker skill. But the real showstopper Is his second skill, full auto. It comes packed with passive buffs for defense, attack, magic power, reflexes, and even includes minor auto healing. The description notes, it automatically applies these buffs to the user and any recognized allies. Our boy's brain short circuits as he wonders if this ridiculous cheat code is the once in a millennium skill that had the demon soldier practically shaking in his boots. Since reading paper will only get Him so far, he

decides the only logical next step is to grab a quest and field test his new toys. But before he can make a move, a familiar wave of toxicity enters the building. It is his former party featuring the blonde swordsman, the glasseswearing maid, and the slightly less awful thief girl. The blonde violently complains that their missing old man is nowhere to be found. While the mage whines about him running away without saying goodbye, the thief Nervously wonders where Sautel could be, worrying he might have collapsed somewhere. Our boy realizes he completely forgot about these walking red

flags. The blonde marches over to the quest board, loudly declaring they are better off without that useless bastard. Anyway, the mage entirely agrees, callously stating that even if their former healer dropped dead in a ditch, it is absolutely not their problem. Suddenly, the blonde catches Our boy staring. Instead of recognizing his former teammate, the swordsman aggressively asks the kid what he is looking at, snapping that they are not a sideshow. The mage tells the swordsman to ignore the brat, complaining that their old healer left them with a massive mess, and the terrible trio storms out.

Our boy watches them leave and realizes something incredible. Between the three local bullies from earlier and his miserable former party, Literally nobody recognizes him. Looking back down at his status paper, a massive wave of relief washes over him. For years, he sold his soul for pennies. Bowing down to garbage human beings just to survive. Now occupying the youthful body of Tyrion, the frank healer, he realizes he can permanently cancel his subscription to that miserable life and get a totally fresh start. Motivated by pure spite and newfound hope, he marches up to the board and snags

an frrank Quest to exterminate 30 wolves. Fast forward to the forest where our boy is already treating the local wolf population like personal punching bags. He easily takes down the first beast, then verbally calls upon his blood zone skill to deliver a devastating final blow to a second wolf. He marvels at how incredibly convenient the skill is, mentally kicking himself for not taking status exams in his past life. Suddenly, he is enveloped in a bright green aura. A system notification pops up, announcing that Blood Zone has already leveled up to two, drastically boosting his critical

and vital hit rates. Feeling his power surge, our boy spots three more wolves charging his way. He flashes a dangerous smirk, happily declaring that it is finally time for the main event to test out his full auto skill. Our boy enthusiastically strikes a pose to unleash his shiny new full auto skill on the three approaching Wolves, but absolutely nothing happens. Deeply confused by the severe lack of magical fireworks, he barely manages to dodge a lunging wolf before awkwardly playing whack-a-ole with his staff. He stares at his hands, desperately wondering why his ultimate cheat code is

completely broken. Taking a mental step back, he rereads the fine print. The text clearly states the effects automatically target the user and recognized all eyes. Realizing this is a 247 passive buff and not a laser beam, he decides to run a highly questionable field test by literally feeding his bare fist to a charging wolf. The beast aggressively chomps down, but instead of turning our boy into a snack, the wolf completely shatters its own teeth against his knuckles. A familiar green aura instantly wraps around our hero. Watching the wolf cry about its new dental bill, our

boy realizes his defense enhancement is practically Unfair. The medium defense boost makes low-level attacks feel like a gentle breeze, and the minor autoheal instantly erases any microscopic scratches. He is basically walking around with absolute zero damage immunity. Doing some rapid mental math, he realizes the automatic attack and magic boost make the overall benefits entirely off the charts. Plus, skills level up significantly faster once you actually know they exist and put them to work. He remembers the demon Soldier calling him a wasted treasure and the puzzle pieces finally click. That elite servant of the demon king

did not assassinate a washedup healer for fun. He was sweating bullets over full auto's limitless potential. Our boy realizes if he grinds this ability, his power will scale endlessly, letting him cash in on all the dreams his miserable past life forced him to abandon. Casually dismantling the remaining walls like they are made of wet paper. A Massive realization hits him. Full auto did not just randomly download today. It had been actively buffing him his entire life. He just never noticed because his garbage former party constantly used him as a meat shield for overpowered monsters, completely

masking his enhanced stats. Now that he is finally fighting enemies in his own weight class, his body feels as light as a feather. He watches the wolves lunge in crispy frame by frame slow motion. He Knows this massive physical upgrade is not just the perk of a younger body, but the compounded interest of soaking in those hidden buffs for years. Flashing a dangerously confident smirk, our boy vows to fully master this cheat code, completely cancel his previous bad luck, and treat the Second Life like an all-inclusive VIP vacation. To officially seal the deal, his system

window pops up one more time. Interestingly, it now correctly displays His original name, Soautell, right next to his familiar Frank healer title. It highlights his hilariously tragic base stats and his currently locked god tier prayer spell, but probably flaunts his newly leveled blood zone and full auto skills, fully cementing the start of his entirely overpowered restart. Our boy strolls back into town, lugging a mountain of monster parts, so Massive It practically has its own zip code. He admits he might have gotten a little Carried away. The quest asked for 30 wolves, but thanks to the

sheer dopamine rush of actually having powerful stats, he accidentally cleared out three times that amount. Still, he figures being an overachiever is not exactly a crime. Back at the Adventurer's Guild, a guy with the energy of someone who spent way too much time watching Andrew take clips is aggressively flirting with Rosa, the receptionist. She clearly looks like she wants to completely cancel her Subscription to this conversation. Just as the guy demands she stop playing hard to get, she spots our boy and practically leaps at the chance to serve a new customer. Our boy dumps his

literal mountain of wolf pelts onto the counter, awkwardly apologizing for the massive overd delivery. The background adventurers completely lose their minds, whispering about how the notoriously useless Terry kid somehow pulled this off. The receptionist's face lights up With a massive blush. She enthusiastically congratulates him, predicting a rapid promotion to E-Rank or even Dank. Looking at her genuine smile, our boy experiences a state of pure joy where his eyeballs are practically sweating with relief. In his past life, the only faces he ever saw were twisted in disgust, making this wholesome interaction an absolute breath of fresh

air. Naturally, the wholesome moment is immediately ruined. The Rejected alpha male marches over, aggressively, telling our boy to get out of the way. He looks our hero up and down, labeling him a total newbie who only brought in this massive hall to impress the receptionist. When our boy simply stares back, entirely exhausted by the sudden drama. The guy doubles down. He loudly accuses him of buying the materials, claiming a weak healer could never take down magic resistant wolves. Our boy calmly holds up his Wooden staff and politely explains that he literally just beat the wolves

to death with it. The flirt bursts into condescending laughter, entirely refusing to believe the story and flexing arms he claims are twice our boy size. Realizing you cannot argue with a brick wall, our boy decides to completely ignore him. He drops a casual farewell and turns his back, figuring they will never cross paths again. This absolute dismissal shatters the guy's Fragile ego. Screaming about our boy acting entirely too cool, he launches a cowardly sucker punch straight at our hero's back. Our boy does not even bother to dodge. The punch connects, but instead of doing damage,

the guy's hand practically shatters into a bloody, broken mess. While the guy howls in pain, our boy innocently notes he did not even do anything. He realizes his full auto skills, defense, and reflection buffs basically turned his Body into solid titanium. The peanut gallery of adventurers completely roasts the guy for breaking his own fist on a rookie. Now fully humiliated and practically foaming at the mouth, the flirt draws his sword and charges, screaming about unforgivable insults. Unfortunately for him, our boy is reading his movements like a large print children's book. He easily predicts the high

stance, the downward right slash, and the left swing, dodging every single Strike with flawless precision. His brain and muscles are perfectly synced. The crowd starts hyping up our boy's effortless footwork, which only enrages the attacker further. The guy practically spits as he threatens to kill him. Our boy entirely drops the innocent act, staring back with dead serious eyes. He calmly notes that those are incredibly heavy words for a young man to throw around and squares up to deliver a highly educational Counterattack. The angry alpha male completely loses his temper, screaming about pests as he unleashes

another frantic flurry of slashes. Our boy effortlessly dodges every single one, deciding it is officially time to send this guy flying. He cheerfully notes that since they are both adventurers, there should be absolutely no hard feelings and casually plants his fist directly into the guy's gut. To our boy's absolute shock, the flirt is Launched backward like a swatted fly. Staring at his own fist, our hero realizes he barely even tapped the guy. A quick system check reveals it isn't just a new skill leveling up. His base stats and overall rank have actually bumped up from

an F-rank to an rank healer. Our boy casually strolls over to the groaning mess on the floor to politely check if he is still breathing. Fully humiliated, the flirt aggressively scrambles to his feet and runs away, Effectively cancing his own subscription to the guild social scene. Instantly, three veteran adventurers swarm our boy, aggressively hyping him up and laughing about how the arrogant flirt will never be able to show his face in the building again. They enthusiastically pat him on the head while our boy awkwardly begs them to stop. The receptionist quickly rushes over to thank

him, nervously apologizing for dragging him into her creepy admirer drama. Our boy smoothly Reassures her it wasn't her fault, admitting he just genuinely disliked the guy. This absolute Chad response leaves the receptionist entirely flustered and practically swooning as she thanks him again. Later that night, our boy is strolling through the streets under a sky full of stars, looking like he is posing for a motivational thumbnail. He mentally reviews his completely insane day, getting assassinated, waking up in a younger body, and immediately soloing A massive quest. Despite the chaos, he admits it was actually incredibly fun.

In his past life, decades of grinding yielded absolutely zero stat improvements, leaving him as a washedup failure who had entirely given up. But this new body changes everything. He suddenly gets the massive urge to visit the city of Balaria. He remembers his last trip there three months ago with his toxic former party. It was a complete disaster involving a monster House. And while the others devoured absolute mountains of meat, he was forced to eat sad vegetables. When the thief girl finally tossed him a scrap of meat out of pure pity, it gave him catastrophic indigestion.

But looking at his new healthy physique, he confidently decides he can now eat as much meat as his heart desires. Brushing off the endless logistical questions about his magical resurrection, he decides the best approach is to simply accept the Upgrade and start preparing for a road trip first thing tomorrow morning. He heads back to whatever rented tavern room Tyrion was staying in and immediately starts packing his fresh loot, feeling as giddy as a kid preparing for a school field trip. However, while checking out his newly muscular legs, he adds a minor snack. His old clothes

are functionally fine, but entirely too worn out for this athletic new frame, making him wonder Where Tyrion's actual house and wardrobe are located. Brushing off the fashion crisis, he checks on a bubbling cauldron in the corner. He is currently brewing a special potion made from seven medicinal herbs, random seasonings, and a heavy infusion of his own magic power. He fondly remembers his old party labeling this exact concoction completely toxic. It looks like a swamp smoothie, but he swears the healing effects are absolutely guaranteed. Just as he is Admiring his murky green soup, a massive crash

echoes through the room. Someone is violently trying to break down his front door, leaving our boy completely shocked and wondering who on earth is coming to ruin his peaceful night. Quick [screaming] pause. If you're enjoying the story so far, please drop a like and subscribe to the channel. It really helps to make it worth to bring next parts. Done. Awesome. Let's get back to it. Our boy throws open the front door, Fully expecting a violent intruder, but instead looks down to find a tiny fluffy white dog that looks suspiciously like a miniature wolf. Before he

can even process the cuteness, the actual threat reveals itself. Looming right behind the dog is a menacing black and red monster wrapped in a sinister crimson aura with its glowing red eyes. It basically looks like it was put together in the dark using leftover scrap metal and cure bad intentions. Our boy heavily sigh, Complaining that today is just one absolute disaster after another. The little white dog is trembling in pure fear. So, our boy immediately switches into hero mode. He promises to protect the fluffy little guy and casts a quick angel heel, instantly closing up

a nasty little wound on the dog's back. Deciding he needs to wrap this up quickly for the puppy's sake, he grabs his wooden staff and squares up against the monster, scolding the beast for having the sheer Audacity to wreck his home. He activates his blood zone skill and delivers a massive slash. However, instead of taking damage, the monster's body simply turns into dark smoke, effortlessly piecing itself right back together. Deeply annoyed, our boy realizes that physical attacks are completely useless, and fighting normally will just grind his stamina down to zero. But as he grabs the

dog and dodges out of the way of the monster strikes, he notices Something incredibly weird. The monster's hits are remarkably shallow. He wonders if this terrifying beast is actually holding back for some reason. He takes a minor hit, but his full auto skill instantly patches it up, leaving him to marvel at just how ridiculously convenient his passive buffs are. Suddenly, a wild theory pops into his head. He wonders if this specific type of monster is actually allergic to healing magic. Figuring it is always Better to act than to stand around buffering, he points his staff

at the beast and fires off a fairy heal directly into its face. The monster violently flinches, clearly taking massive damage from the wholesome restorative magic. Realizing he hit the jackpot, our boy mercilessly spams fairy heal over and over again, completely bombarding the creature with aggressive wellness. Deciding to wrap things up, he dramatically announces the end of the Line and blasts the monster with a pointblank angel heal. The creature completely dissolves into thin air. Peeking out the shattered doorway are boy shutters. Noting how incredibly creepy it is that the monster didn't even leave a corpse behind,

he admits he hasn't seen a creature weak to healing magic in literal decades and notes he might have burned through a bit too much mana. Just then, his system window pops up with more good news. His full auto Skill has already leveled up to three, upgrading his automatic magic power boost from small to medium. He stares at the screen, realizing this absurd growth rate cannot just be because the body is young and inexperienced. He suspects Tyrion's body must possess some kind of hidden special modifier to level up this fast. Pushing the stat crunching aside, he

turns his attention back to the trembling white dog. He flashes a warm smile, gently telling the little guy to Relax because the danger is officially over. He reaches out to give the puppy a well-deserved pat on the head, but the dog aggressively snaps at his hand, forcing our boy to pull back in total confusion. That confusion instantly turns into pure unadulterated shock when the dog opens its mouth and actually starts speaking. The fluffy creature angrily accuses our hero of being a total fake, demanding to know why he is parading around in Tyrion's body and What

he did to the real boy. Our boy's brain completely shortcircuits, staring wideeyed as he processes the fact that he is currently being interrogated by a literal dog. The fluffy little dog completely loses its mind, barking aggressively and accusing our boy of being a body snatching bastard. It launches forward to bite him in revenge for stealing Tyrion's body. But thanks to the full autodefense enhancement, the puppy's teeth cannot even pierce his Skin. [music] The dog bounces off him and hits the floor completely shocked. Just as our boy wonders if the tiny creature is severely injured, the

dog's stomach lets out a massive rumble. It turns out the poor thing is not dying, just aggressively hungry. Relieved that it is just a case of an empty stomach, our boy laughs it off and serves the dog a generous bowl of his highly questionable swamp smoothie. The dog aggressively inhales the toxic-l looking Potion and dramatically declares the flavor absolutely divine, noting that its strength is completely overflowing. Our boy dryly points out that a normal dog probably shouldn't be eating magic soup, let alone speaking fluent words. But the creature insists it is definitely not a regular

dog. It formally apologizes for biting him earlier, explaining it was just shaken up and failed to realize our boy was already complete. Our boy has absolutely No idea what being complete actually means, but he pushes the cryptic nonsense aside to ask why this creature was hanging around Tyrion in the first place. The dog explains that Tyrion was a chosen child and it was assigned to strictly watch over him. Our boy points out that the dog is taking Tyrion's death surprisingly well, but the dog claims it was likely just his fate all along and its new

duty is to guide the completed one. Moving on to more Pressing matters. Our boy asks about the misty healing allergic monster from earlier. The dog admits it has no clue what that thing was, explaining it was simply ambushed by the creature while searching for the missing Tyr. Our boy complains that between the weird mist monster and the demon soldiers, way too many bizarre things are happening lately. Hearing the words demon soldier, the dog's demeanor entirely shifts. It silently realizes the enemy has finally Started making their move. Annoyed by the dog's sudden dramatic silence. Our boy

decides playtime is officially over. He picks the puppy up and politely tries to evict it from his room, explaining he healed its wounds and gave it a free meal, so it is time for it to go home. He announces he is leaving on a solo journey first thing tomorrow morning and absolutely does not need a fluffy babysitter. The dog entirely refuses to be left behind, insisting it must Protect the completed one, especially with the demon soldiers on the prowl. To prove it isn't just a useless mascot, the tiny white dog suddenly transforms into a massive

majestic divine beast. Now looking down at our boy, the giant creature finally introduces itself as Glacia, a proud member of the Skyfer tribe. Our boy is completely shocked to realize this giant wolf-like creature can actually fly. Glacia smoothly offers its services as a personal airplane, Noting that humans always long for the skies. Our boy decides he can definitely use a free ride. He officially accepts the contract, figuring this magical flying beast will add some excellent spice to his new life. With the alliance formed, Glacia asks for their first destination. Our boy immediately names Balddaria, the

glorious city of meat. Glacia asks where they will head after they get their fill of barbecue, and our boy suggests heading to the fairy city. Glacia finds this an incredibly drastic change of scenery, but our boy happily confesses he just really wants to buy some exclusive Lumina figures. Glacia judges him slightly for his unexpected nerdy hobby, but our boy couldn't care less. He happily reflects that drinking cold liquids, eating juicy grilled skewers, and indulging in his favorite hobbies are exactly the kind of simple, peaceful happiness he plans to fully take back in the Second Life.

The scene Shifts to the bustling city streets. Our boy is strolling through the massive crowds with Glacia, who is currently stuck in his tiny dog form. Glacia notes how lively the place is, and our boy entirely agrees. He admits the sheer volume of people is exactly why he wanted to stop by Tyrion's house first to grab some decent clothes instead of walking around looking like the budget adventurer. Glacia completely dismisses fashion as total nonsense, suggesting Our boy should just grow out his fur to avoid pointless worries. Our boy dryly reminds the divine beast that he

is unfortunately a human. They finally reach Homer's Guiding Flame, the legendary meat shop our boy has been dreaming about, but they immediately hit a massive roadblock. The shop is completely empty except for one deeply apologetic lady. She breaks the devastating news that they are closed for personal reasons. Seeing our boy's Soul practically leave his body in disappointment, she explains that a mutated dragon has moved into the local cave, completely blocking all access to the grazing fields where they keep their animals. Back outside, Glacia playfully roasts our boy's absolutely terrible luck. Noting their grand journey derailed

before it even truly began. Our boy cracks his knuckles and casually announces he is just going to slay the dragon. Glacia looks at him like he lost His mind, pointing out that even a regular dragon requires a full A rank party to take down. Our boy completely ignores the logic, stating that being told he can't do something just makes him want to do it more. When asked about his actual chances of survival, our boy confidently rates them slightly above zero. He explains that since the mutated dragon relies heavily on poison, his highle healing magic is

the perfect counter. The only real issue is his lack Of offensive power, figuring he will just have to beat the giant lizard to death with his wooden staff again. Glacia warns that dragon scales are significantly tougher than Oricalum. Suspiciously noting that our boy speaks like he has actual dragon hunting experience. Our boy suffers a sudden painful flashback to the decades he spent surviving regular dragons with his garbage former party. He quickly brushes off the trauma, cryptically reminding The dog that he is a lot older than he looks. Acknowledging that charging in with a wooden stick

is a terrible idea, he decides their first priority is to buy some heavy duty weapons and armor. They walk into a local gear shop and our boy immediately asks for the dragon hunting section. The shop owner takes one look at our hero and laughs in his face, telling the little punk to go play in the park with his doggy. This completely triggers Glacia, who Aggressively barks that he is absolutely not a dog. Our boy frantically holds the furious divine beast back, apologizes for his pet's short temper, and completely shatters the owner's disrespect by slamming a

massive pile of gold coins onto the counter. The sight of the gold instantly cures the shop owner's arrogance. He does a complete 180, eagerly petting the dog and making up a pathetic excuse about being overly sensitive because local children keep Teasing him. As the owner enthusiastically shows off a wildly expensive staff carved from a 100-year-old enchanted tree, our boy internally pats himself on the back for ruthlessly grinding all those wolves to build his bank account. But then, our boy's eyes lock onto a sleek, magnificent sword. The owner praises his sharp eye, explaining the blade is

forged from a newly discovered rare or with off-the-charts magical Conductivity. As the owner rambles on, our boy is completely mesmerized by the shiny weapon and blindly agrees to buy it. The owner cautiously asks if a healer can even swing a sword, and our boy happily admits he has literally zero experience since swords were always the blonde bully specialty, but he justifies the reckless purchase with the ultimate poverty logic. It looks incredibly cool, and he finally has the money to buy it. Glacia heavily sized, but admits our boy Earned the gold and can waste it however

he wants. The scene shifts to the ominous entrance of the dragon's cave, which is completely flooded with a toxic liquid puddle. Our boy notes the poison is actually way worse than the rumors suggested. However, standing in the toxic fumes, he realizes his full auto skills minor healing is constantly working in the background, making him entirely immune to the deadly environment. Brimming with pure Excitement, he draws his shiny new sword. Glacia watches from behind, thoroughly intrigued. The divine beast thinks to himself that while he has seen tiny glimpses of our boy's absurd potential, this dragon hunt

is finally going to reveal the true terrifying extent of the completed one's power. [music] The narration kicks off with a highly traumatic flashback to two years ago. Our boy is desperately healing the party's thief girl while the rest of his Garbage teammates completely fail to take down a dragon. Realizing they are about to become premium monster chow. Our boy frantically yells for everyone to fall back. Instead of listening, the blonde swordsman bully violently shoves our boy directly into the dragon's path, coldly telling him to make himself useful as live bait. Left staring straight down a

dragon's throat, our boy is forced to chug healing potions until his stomach practically explodes, Aggressively spamming angel heal and fairy heal just to avoid a permanent game over. Back in the present, just remembering that potion chugging nightmare makes our boy want to throw up. He turns to Glacia, asking if the divine beast is absolutely sure he wants to tag along for this incredibly dangerous raid. Glacia firmly states he refuses to repeat the same mistake he made with Tyr, cementing his ultimate loyalty, flashing a confident smile, our Boy leads the way inside the cavern. The second

they step into the dark, the air gets incredibly thick. Glacius starts wheezing, complaining it is getting entirely too hard to breathe. Our boy casually notes that the dragon's poisonous magic power is intensifying, and without his auto heal, the ambient fumes alone would be instantly lethal. Glacia completely loses his mind, yelling that our boy probably should have mentioned that incredibly vital fun Fact earlier. Suddenly, Glacier shouts a warning. A massive green dragon, absolutely dripping in toxic pink sludge, lunges out of the darkness. The beast attacks and our boy instinctively blocks with his trusty wooden staff. Unfortunately,

the weapon immediately starts corroding from the aggressive acid. Realizing autoheal alone won't save the wood, he pumps a fairy heal spell directly through the staff. He is entirely blown away by the results. Realizing the enchanted wood's magical conductivity drastically amplifies his low-level spells, confidently declaring that a toxic lizard isn't going to ruin its second chance at life, our boy whips out his incredibly expensive new sword. Glacia nervously watches, pointing out that our hero literally just bought the thing and has zero sword experience. Proving the dog entirely right, our boy strikes a dramatic pose, shouts out

his blood zone skill, and attempts to swing The weapon while it is still firmly stuck inside its scabbard. Obviously, absolutely nothing happens. Glacia ruthlessly roasts him, asking if he seriously doesn't even know how to unshath the blade. Our boy awkwardly laughs off the embarrassment, but playtime is instantly over when the dragon spits a massive wave of poison breath directly at them. When the toxic smoke clears, our boy is standing there completely unfazed, having reflexively Blasted a massive healing spell to entirely cancel out the deadly breath. Glacia is completely stunned by the unnatural casting speed. Our

boy looks down at his new weapon and realizes the poison completely melted the scabbard away, but the blade itself is perfectly intact, hungrily absorbing his healing magic. He finally understands why the shopkeeper hyped it up so much. The dragon furiously charges again, violently swinging its massive scaled Body. Our boy effortlessly blocks the heavy blows with the bear blade, cheerfully suggesting the overgrown lizard needs to seriously calm down. He goes for a counter slash, but suddenly his body moves entirely on its own. With zero input from his brain, his arms execute a flawless high-level sword technique,

slicing the dragon and pushing the massive beast back. Our boy stares at his own hands in pure shock before the realization hits him. Tyrion Was an frrank swordsman, and the kid's muscle memory and lingering will are still deeply embedded in the body's hardware. Flashing a dangerously excited grin, "Our boy" mentally tags in his co-pilot, cheerfully telling Terry to let loose because he is exactly at the age where a kid should want to run totally wild. The dragon decides it has officially had enough of our boy's nonsense and pivots to a much easier target. It launches

a massive attack at Glacia, who barely manages to dodge the lizard, snapping jaws at the last possible second. The dragon bursts out of the cave and Gichcia follows. Completely insulted that a mere overgrown reptile would treat a proud member of the skyer tribe like a common animal. Determined to show the dragon that the skies are currently under new management, Glacia transforms into his massive majestic form. Our boy finds this hilarious. Playfully teasing the Divine beast for being so sensitive about the whole dog thing. Glacius snaps back that he is a proud Spack theraa, a title

our boy finds fascinating. But he decides to save the history lesson for later. He launches himself into the air, drawing his sword with a precision that makes it look like he is posing for a highdefinition action poster. With a single brutal midair slash, he sends the dragon's head on a permanent vacation from its shoulders. As they land and the Dragon officially ends its subscription to life, our boy stares at the defeated beast impure. He realizes that for the first time ever, he took down a dragon with his own two hands. He feels the lingering muscle

memory of the original Tyr still pulsing through his veins and realizes the young man who died alongside him is still very much alive within this body. He vows to cherish the second chance, promising to never be a burden again and to clear away every Lingering regret that both he and Tyrion left behind. His hard work pays off immediately as his full auto skill undergoes a massive upgrade. His defense, attack, and magic boosts all jump from small to medium. His autoheal becomes significantly more effective, and his reflexes are now sharp enough to catch a fly in

the dark. Even his focus and concentration have received a major buff, turning him into a walking, talking cheat code. Glacia watches our Boy with a soft smile, silently admitting he was wrong before and vowed to never make another mistake when it comes to guiding his new partner. He resolves to help Sautel fulfill Tyrion's lingering will while preparing himself for whatever chaos comes next. As the sun sets over the city, the scene shifts to a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows. It is the same demon soldier who previously evicted our boy's head from his neck and

he is currently spying On our hero from a distance. The demon admits that for a mere human, our boy is becoming surprisingly impressive. However, seeing Soale thrive in his new body has left the demon feeling just a little bit irritated. He watches our hero with a wicked grin, clearly planning to turn our boy's new life into a very short-lived past tense. We head back to the tavern where the atmosphere is basically a full-blown celebration. The shop owner is looking at our boy With the kind of pure shimmering gratitude, usually reserved for lottery wins and miracle

cures. She keeps bowing so low her forehead is practically making friends with the floor, thanking him over and over for saving her grazing fields. Our boy tells her to chill out, claiming he only took down the dragon because he felt like it. But the lady is not having it. She gushes about how his heroic saved her animals and her entire business, admitting she was seconds away From closing the shop for good because no guilded venturer was brave enough to take the job. She begs him to come back soon, promising that he hasn't even seen the

full power of her kitchen yet. Our boy accepts the invitation while vacuuming up roast beef at a speed that would baffle modern science. He marvels at his new youthful metabolism, noting that he's eaten half the menu and still feels like he has room for a second dessert. Glacia, currently in his high Protein dog form, is also having a religious experience with the beef, demanding our boy keep the refills coming. Soon after, the duo is back in the sky with our boy riding on Glacia's back like a high altitude VIP. He announces that their next destination

is Felicott, the fairy city, specifically because they are hosting a massive luminous figure event. Glacia finds the idea of traveling across the world for a magic toy show completely ridiculous, Wondering why anyone would pay to watch impractical magic tricks. Our boy just laughs, promising the divine beast that once he sees the sparkle, he'll be a total convert. The peaceful flight is suddenly interrupted when a stray arrow whistles past our boy's head, nearly providing him with a permanent brain piercing. They look down and spot an elf girl who looks like she's about 2 seconds away from

a nervous breakdown. She starts bowing and apologizing Profusely, practically vibrating with guilt. Our boy tells her to relax, but the girl is still spiraling, admitting that if he hadn't dodged so quickly, she would have accidentally ended someone's subscription to life right after registering as an adventurer. Our boy takes one look at her bow in her trembling, bruised hands and realizes she's pushing herself way too hard. He sees a reflection of his old, desperate self in her eyes and decides to Intervene. He uses a fairy heel to patch up her battered arms, causing the girl to

stare in absolute shock as her pain vanishes. He gives her a gentle reality check, explaining that pushing forward on pure willpower alone is a great way to make your mind and body develop some very permanent cracks. He points out that practicing in an exhausted state is the fastest way to get zero results and suggests she take a breather since they are both heading toward the city anyway. He offers to walk with her for a bit. She gratefully accepts, looking at him like he's a one-man support group. However, our boy's entire world shutters when he hears

the news that the Luminina figure event has been officially cancelled. He stands there completely paralyzed, looking like a Windows update that just got stuck at 99% while his soul prepares for a very long, very sad vacation. Lucia confirms the devastating news and our boy looks like he just Watched his favorite cake fall face first onto the floor. Glacia, currently disguised as a tiny dog, notes that between the dragon mess and the last town in this cancellation, our boy's luck is officially in the gutter. Lucia is a bit confused that a puppy would even care about

a magic toy show, but she's more surprised to learn our boy is a hardcore fan of luminous figures. He explains that the delicate magic and intricate movements are a legitimate art Form, but more importantly, they are his personal light at the end of a very long tunnel. He admits that many people quit being adventurers because they can't master combat magic. And as a healer who could never learn an attack spell to save his life, watching those performers gives him the courage to keep breathing. Lucia gives him a look like she's trying to solve a difficult

math problem, noting that he says things that are way too mature for his youthful face. She Tells him there is no need to rush his life, playfully throwing his own advice back at him. Our boy realizes she has a point, but he's still curious about why the main performer, Maris, is currently out of commission. Lucia explains that Maris has been hit with a rare disease that ignores standard medicine and the only cure requires a liver from a mutated dragon. Our boy finally connects the dots, realizing the elf girl has been practicing archery until her Fingers

were raw just to save her best friend. Lucia admits it is a suicide mission, but she refuses to give up on the only person who truly matters to her. Our boy lets out a heavy sigh, reaches into his bag, and pulls out a mutated dragon's liver like he's grabbing a spare battery from a junk drawer. Luchia's brain basically stops working as she stares at the legendary item. He asks if this is the magic ingredient needed to save the day, and She immediately drags him to the infirmary. They find Maris looking like she's already halfway to

the afterlife with a celebrity doctor named Alanor standing by her bed. Lucia presents the liver and while the doctor calls it a miracle, she gives our boy a look that feels like a cold needle to the spine. The moment the doctor moves, our boy's full auto skill starts screaming in his head. Even though there isn't a monster in sight, his focus enhancement Triggers, making the doctor's gestures look like a slow-motion replay of a bad decision. He gets a massive case of the creeps as she prepares the so-called medicine. Lucia tries to talk the doctor up,

explaining that she is a local hero who is so good with patients that people call her a magic user for making even the deadliest tasting remedies disappear. The doctor returns with a suspicious liquid, claiming one drink will fix everything. Our boy, who is Currently undergoing a massive vibe check thanks to his skills, asks for the ingredients just for educational purposes. The doctor mentions the liver and some rare plants, but claims the rest is a professional secret. Just as she tries to pour the brew down the sick girl's throat, our boy steps in and physically blocks

her. He looks her straight in the eye and announces that he knows exactly what she's holding. It isn't a cure. It is a highdefinition Poison designed to delete a human's internal organs. As the accusation hits the air, the doctor's face twists into a wicked grin that proves she is definitely not interested in anyone's health. Our boy stands his ground, loudly announcing that the supposed miracle cure is actually a one-way ticket to the afterlife. The blonde elf is utterly malfunctioning, looking between the two in sheer confusion. The fake celebrity doctor immediately plays The victim card, batting

her eyelashes and asking whatever he could possibly mean. Lucia begs for an explanation, but any hope for a peaceful resolution vanishes instantly. The physician's face suddenly contorts into a demonic grin that would give sleep paralysis demons a run for their money. She loudly suggests the elf test the medicine out herself and chucks the toxic smoothie right at her face. Moving at the speed of light, our boy leaps in front of the splash Zone, taking the lethal facial treatment himself. The poison immediately starts eating away at him, but he casually flexes his angelic healing skills, instantly

resetting his complexion to flawless. Now sporting glowing red eyes and a massive grudge, the disgraced doctor screams about how much she absolutely loads healers and makes a desperate dash for the exit. But our resident divine dog beast is absolutely not having it. Glacia announces that Nobody is leaving this room and clamps its jaws firmly onto the fleeing fraud. The shady practitioner stares at the canine. The horrific realization dawning on her that she just got chomped by a literal divine entity. Deciding that her cover is completely blown, she drops the disguise entirely, she bursts into a

terrifying demon which transformation, radiating a violent blue aura and flexing those crimson eyes. She formally introduces herself as Eleanor, a sick Servant of the demon king and an official card carrying member of the demon folk, and she is absolutely thrilled to finally pay them back for murdering her precious pet dragon. Our boy's brain hits a screeching halt at the mention of a dragon. Eleanor happily connects the dots, bragging that the venom dragon they turned into sashimi back in Balaria was actually her familiar. As if ruining her scaly pet wasn't enough, she reveals that she was

Halfway through preparing the sick fairy princess to be her brand new replacement familiar before they crash the party. Lucia looks like her soul just left her body without packing bags. She stammers out a horrified question, finally understanding the true nature of the medical treatments. Elellanar mocks her foolish best friend, explaining her grand mission to expand the demon king's workforce. The plan was incredibly simple. She was going to use the fairy Princess to lure helpless humans into their traps. The blonde elf refuses to accept reality, her eyes welling up with tears. Our boy demands to know

why anyone would mastermind such a toxic plot. The demonic, which simply scoffs, claiming this world is way too gorgeous and rich with magic to be wasted on garbage humans. According to her villainous logic, the demon folk are just eco-friendly saviors rescuing the greenery from humanity. Our hero merely Grits his teeth. Absolutely unimpressed by her twisted TED talk. Realizing she might have overshared, Ellaner chuckles, decides playtime is over, and blast a spell right at our boy, he effortlessly sidesteps the magical assault. Not one to fight fair. The witch points a manicured claw at a freshly summoned

beast with the same blue aura and red eyes, commanding it to attack. Our boy readies his blade and perfectly parries the incoming strike. It turns out this Aquatic monstrosity is a water spirit, and taking it down requires shattering its core. Our boy swings for the weak spot, but completely misses, his frustration boiling over. As the battle drags on, Ellaner immediately starts trash talking, sarcastically pitying the sick fairy for having such a painfully average rescuer. This disrespect flips a permanent switch in Lucia. She furiously tells the demon to shut her mouth, knocks an arrow, and screams

that she Will never forgive her. She lets the arrow fly, but it misses by a mile, hitting the dirt and achieving absolutely nothing. Eleanor bursts into laughter, declaring their power of friendship to be entirely cringe and continues roasting the pathetic elf for thinking her amateur archery skills could ever pose a threat. Lucia boils over with rage, ready to throw hands, but our boy loudly orders her to calm down. The elf tries to argue, but he Cuts her off, explaining that panicking is just scrambling her focus and blinding her to the truth. He reminds her that

she already has the skills to do this. She just needs to zone in and actually look for the core. Taking a deep breath, Lucia forces her racing heart to chill and locks her eyes on the swirling target. She commands herself to take a good look and suddenly the invisible becomes visible. She can finally see the core. Without Hesitating, she releases the bow string. The arrow tears through the air and perfectly shatters the water spirit's core, completely deleting the beast from existence. The demonic, which is left standing there, her jaw practically hitting the floor in absolute

shock. Our boy flashes a proud smile, playfully reminding the blonde elf that she landed the perfect shot just like he promised. Lucia is still processing her own sudden burst of confidence, wondering if she Was actually that skilled all along. Meanwhile, Glacia, the divine beast, side eyes, our hero, mentally, noting that his broken support skills are genuinely terrifying to witness. Our boy humbly brushes off the praise, insisting his power is not the only thing at play here. Not ready to accept defeat, the disgraced doctor regrets her teeth. She absolutely refuses to go down without a fight,

leaping into the air and casting a bizarre jellyfish-like spell to cover Her escape. Our boy calls her out for running away, but Glacia warns him that letting her escape is a guaranteed game over for the sick fairy princess. The divine canine explains the brutal medical reality, noting that curing a familiar mutation requires the original caster's magic core, which is just a polite way of saying they need to cancel Elanor's subscription to life. Glacia orders our boy to hop on for a high-speed pursuit. But before they can Take off, Lucia desperately grabs the divine beast by

the tail and begs to tag along. The giant dog is absolutely appalled by the audacity, but our boy easily secures a spot on the beast's back and insists they bring her. Glacia lets out a heavy defeated sigh, realizing arguing is pointless, and launches into the air. They track the demonic witch to a dense, swampy section of the forest. Our boy confidently announces that she is completely Cornered, but Eleanor just flashes a wicked grin and hits them with a reverse uno card, claiming they are actually the ones who got lured into a trap. On Q, the

swamp bubbles and she summons a horde of grotesque mudbeasts. The overpowering stench of the muddy terrain immediately hits Glacia, who starts visibly trembling. Our boy casually asks if the horrible smell is a bit too much for a dog's sensitive nose. Glacia instantly snaps back, furiously Declaring that it is a majestic divine entity, not a household pet, and can endure the smell perfectly fine. Our boy just smirks, noting that he is incredibly relieved to hear that. Suddenly, one of the muddy monstrosities launches itself at them like a dirty bubble. Our boy swiftly intercepts it with his

weapon, but instantly realizes that slashing a puddle of mud is an absolute waste of time and energy. Scanning the environment, his eyes lock Onto some pointy red fruits hanging from a nearby tree. He barks an order at Lucia to shoot them down, and she immediately snipes the branches, dropping the harvest. He praises her archery skills, scoops up the strange fruits, and rapidly crushes them into an improvised juice cup. Without hesitating, he chucks the freshlysqueezed garbage juice right at the nearest mudbeast. The moment the liquid makes contact, the gooey monster Instantly hardens into a solid, breakable

statue. Luchia's jaw drops as she realizes he just speedran a complex alchemy recipe. She notes that he created a makeshift core hardening agent by substituting rare ingredients with a highly toxic plant. The only downside is that the concoction smells like a literal dumpster fire. Our boy turns a devious look toward Glacia, reminding the divine beast that since it definitely isn't a dog, the catastrophic Stench shouldn't be a problem. Glacia strains out a response, struggling to keep a straight face while clearly suffocating from the biological weapon they just created. Moving quickly, our hero slathers his weapon

in the putrid potion and easily shatters the newly solidified mud monsters into dusty pebbles. He hands the rest of the foul mixture over to Lucia, who dips her arrowheads and starts picking off the beast from a distance. Meanwhile, Glacia Is completely sidelined, desperately clamping its paws over its nose to survive the smell. Unfortunately, the demonic, which just keeps spamming her summon ability, generating an endless wave of muddy reinforcements. Eleanor smuggly asks if they are finally ready to throw in the towel. Our boy assesses the overwhelming numbers, glancing at his aggressively gagging divine beast, and admits

that their canine companion is officially out of order. Seeing the Army of mud closing in, Lucia turns to him in a panic, desperately asking if he happens to have a backup plan hidden up his sleeve. Thanks for sticking around until the end. If you enjoyed this recap, drop a like and let me know your favorite moment in the comments. I'll see you in the next video for more madness. Peace.