I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The moment I regained consciousness, a full day had passed.

I had been spoiled in the arms of someone I loved, and my condition was thoroughly examined.@@novelbin@@

The result was that everything was fine.

My core and circuits were intact, and even the melted muscles, flesh, and pulverized bones had fully regenerated.

'Could it be thanks to the rejuvenation?'

It wasn't the first time my body had been restored to a younger state.

When I was soaked in the venom of the twin-headed wyvern, my body also reverted to a younger age, healing both the injuries and poisoning.

'Is it something like a reset? When recovery seems impossible, it just reverts to my childhood...'

Before, when my body had been immersed in poison, most of it had perished.

This time, however, I had been hit with injuries from the 10th cycle and the Inferno, along with the aftereffects of my rampage. It wouldn't have been strange if I had been buried in the ground as I was.

In simple terms, I had been broken too much.

There were more parts that needed fixing than were intact, so they might have just decided to reset everything.

'Is this a curse function? Or a racial ability?'

I couldn’t easily tell.

Either way, I had survived, and I was happy with that. I hoped it would work this way again next time.

'And my left arm has regenerated...'

I wiggled my left arm with a strange expression. It felt oddly unfamiliar to touch, since it wasn’t a prosthetic anymore.

This wasn't something to be purely happy about. There had been advantages to wearing the prosthetic artifact.

"Is your smaller hand awkward?"

Another hand was placed on my wiggling left hand.

• Knock… May I come in?

• Woosh!

• Positive

• Poke?