I Can Heal Any Wound, Any Curse, and Any Heart, but Not My Own Social Anxiety

Nao had barely gotten used to his new status window when the system rewarded him with a hidden achievement and a penalty that could steal his memories. He knew how to break a card game wide open. He did not know how to stand still while Bureau agents, guild reps, and academy people stared at him in the same room. The first time the dead answered his command, he kept his face blank and his hands shaking behind his back. A sealed combat licence, a lost spellbook, and a silent stringed instrument all pointed to a power he had inherited without being told why. Every victory helped him, and every mistake could erase the mind that made those victories possible. He was built to win by thinking ahea...