The third day since the Benevolent Heart Clinic opened.
Victor was facing a severe management crisis.
A mountain of "medical waste" had accumulated in the backyard—severed limbs and rotten meat left by monsters—and it was starting to stink.
Though the system could recycle it, someone had to haul it into the furnace.
"Alice."
Victor looked at his head nurse, who was currently performing a "dismemberment surgery" on a dead rat.
"Can you move that pile of rotten bones to the recycling furnace?"
Alice looked up, her small face splattered with blood.
"Move things?"
She tilted her head, raised her great scissors, and gave an excited snip.
"That's too much trouble. Why don't I just snip them into powder? They'll scatter when the wind blows."
Victor's mouth twitched.
If he sent this girl to move bricks, the bricks would likely turn to sand.
He sighed and turned to Elizabeth, who was sitting behind the counter with her legs crossed, sipping blood plasma.
Today, the queen had changed into a new pair of black stockings, her curves striking.
"Ms. Elizabeth."
Victor tapped on the desk.
"As an employee who owes five million, shouldn't you go move some trash in the backyard?"
Elizabeth elegantly set down her goblet and wagged a slender finger.
She offered a reserved smile, her titanium fangs glinting.
"Director, let me remind you."
"I am the financial manager and the chief anesthesiologist."
"My hands are for balancing the books, not moving corpse parts."
She pointed to her uniform.
"If I happen to soil these expensive stockings... would that count as a workplace injury?"
"..."
Victor took a deep breath.
Great.
One violent maniac who only knew how to destroy things.
One pampered noble high vampire.
The clinic was severely lopsided. It lacked the most basic and important element: manual labor.
"Looks like I need to hire more people," Victor rubbed his temples.
The biochemical servants in the mall were overpriced and ugly.
"Fine, if you want something done right, do it yourself."
Victor changed into a lightweight protective suit.
"I'm going for a walk nearby to see if I can pick up some wild labor."
...
The edge of the Blackthorn Forest.
The mist was thick and the air reeked of death.
Click... clack...
A grating sound echoed.
A squad of skeleton soldiers in tattered leather armor, wielding rusty iron swords, wandered in a column.
They were the bottom-tier fodder of the undead legion. No intelligence, no sense of pain, only the instinct to patrol.
Except... this squad was in a pathetic state.
The leader's knees let out a crisp creak with every step, as if he might fall apart at any moment. His cervical vertebrae were misaligned, causing his head to tilt onto his shoulder like he had a stiff neck.
The subordinates were even worse. Some had gaps in their ribs, while others had fractured pelvises that made them walk like ducks.
They were the "old, weak, sick, and disabled."
But in Victor's eyes, they were a group of shining angels.
"Found them."
Victor hid behind a tree, holding his 【Portable X-ray Scanner】, his eyes burning with fervor.
【Potential labor detected.】
【Target: low-level skeleton soldier (Aged).】
【Quantity: 6.】
【Diagnosis: Severe osteoporosis, joint wear, old fractures.】
【Suggestion: Calcium supplementation, polishing, reinforcement.】
"Perfect."
Victor curled his lips into a capitalist's smile.
No need for food or water.
Never tired.
Immense strength (once cured).
Most importantly—no wages!
"With a bit of 'full-body bone reinforcement care,' they'll be the best porters and security guards!"
He patted the iron bucket beside him.
It was filled with a thick, grayish-white liquid.
It was his exclusive secret formula made from lime powder, super glue, and magic beast bone powder—【High-Calcium Bone Reinforcement Liquid (industrial-grade)】.
"Ahem."
Victor carried the bucket and a large wall brush as he walked out, a friendly salesman's smile plastered on his face.
"You fine skeletons... I mean, you fine warriors up ahead, please wait a moment."
Click.
The skeleton soldiers stopped.
Six pairs of hollow eye sockets turned toward him, soul fires flickering.
Dead silence.
Normally, undead would tear a living human apart upon seeing one.
But this person...
He didn't run, didn't draw a sword.
He carried a bucket and smiled more creepily than they did.
The skeletons' processors crashed.
"Roar... (Kill...)"
The skeleton captain finally reacted.
He opened his drafty jaw and raised his rusty iron sword, attempting to charge.
However, the moment he took a step—
Snap!
A crisp sound echoed.
His severely osteoporotic femur snapped under the sudden force.
Thud.
The skeleton captain collapsed into a heap of parts, performing a literal five-point prostration. His skull rolled to Victor's feet.
The scene was incredibly awkward.
The five subordinates froze, weapons raised, unsure whether to attack or pick up the head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Victor squatted, picked up the skull, and looked at it with pity.
"See? I told you your bone quality was poor."
"Breaking after just two steps? How embarrassing would this be on a battlefield?"
He flicked the top of the skull.
Dong.
The sound was dull.
"Empty. You're severely calcium-deficient, buddy."
Victor shook his head like he was reading a failing physical exam report.
"With this frame, you'd struggle to move a single brick."
The headless body on the ground was still struggling, but the broken leg meant it could only spin in circles.
That sense of powerlessness made its soul fire tremble.
"Want to get stronger?"
Victor lowered his voice, his tone full of temptation.
He brought the bucket of 【High-Calcium Bone Reinforcement Liquid】 to the skeleton and stirred it.
The grayish-white liquid emitted an alluring aroma of bone powder.
"Want to say goodbye to osteoporosis?"
"Want a body of steel?"
"Want to shatter rocks with a single punch without worrying about your legs snapping?"
Victor dipped the brush in the liquid and painted it onto the captain's broken femur.
Sizzle—
A miracle occurred.
The thick liquid was quickly absorbed.
The dull bone visibly became white and dense, taking on a jade-like luster.
The fracture healed at an incredible speed, even becoming a bit thicker than before.
The skeleton captain stopped struggling.
Inside the skull held in Victor's hands, the soul fire flared up.
Comfortable. It was too comfortable.
It was the feeling of a body that had been empty for centuries finally being filled.
It could feel that the leg painted with the medicine was bursting with power!
"As long as you join my 'Bone Strengthening Program,'" Victor smiled like a devil. "Free treatment, life-long maintenance. Full-body polishing, waxing, and steel plate reinforcement."
He raised the brush dripping with slurry and pointed it at the dazed skeleton soldiers.
"Hey, you rib-cages over there. Want to get... rock hard?"
The five subordinates looked at each other.
Clatter.
They threw down their rusty swords in unison.
They scrambled toward the bucket in Victor's hand.
Some hugged his legs, some hugged his waist.
One even ripped off its own rib and handed it over, gesturing: Paint me first!
Even the captain on the ground crawled over, death-gripping Victor's boot.
Dignity?
In the face of this bucket of "divine oil" that could restore their virility, dignity was nothing but a cloud!
Who didn't want to be a hard-boned man?
"Alright, alright, there's enough for everyone, don't push," Victor laughed as he was surrounded by bone frames.
"Line up! One by one!"
"Today is a good day."
"Not only did I find security, but the porters are sorted too."
Under the setting sun, a weirdly heartwarming scene appeared at the edge of the forest.
A human doctor, holding a brush and humming a tune, was "painting" a line of obediently squatting skeleton soldiers.
"There's a crack here, let's apply more."
"This rib is crooked, bear with me... Snap! There, fixed."
"Hey, you! Don't drink that! This is for external use! Drinking it will cause constipation!"
And so, the first "Security Brigade" of the Benevolent Heart Clinic was officially established.
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