"One, two, three, lift!"
Accompanied by the airy chant of the skeleton captain, six skeleton soldiers in black security uniforms marched into the clinic lobby with synchronized steps, huffing and puffing as they carried a beast as large as a small hill.
It was a rampage magic boar.
Its body was covered in bone spikes, and its two fangs were longer than elephant tusks. Its eyes were blood-red, and it was roaring and struggling frantically, trying to flip the bone frames carrying it.
"Roar—!!"
The magic boar jerked its head, sending one skeleton soldier flying. Its bones scattered across the floor.
"Stand still! Back in line!"
The skeleton captain immediately drew the baton at his waist (actually an iron rod given by Victor) and began a relentless pummeling on the magic boar's head.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
While the damage was minimal, the insult was profound.
"Stop hitting it. You'll damage the brain if you keep going."
Victor walked out of the operating room, holding a tray filled with surgical instruments that gleamed with a cold light.
Since forming the security brigade, the clinic's efficiency for "house calls" had improved significantly.
Victor was responsible for pointing out the "patients" in the forest, and the skeletons were responsible for "inviting" the patients back.
Simple and efficient.
"Elizabeth."
Victor didn't even bother to look up, merely calling out in a flat tone.
"Coming, Director."
A lazy and seductive voice drifted from behind the counter.
Elizabeth, dressed in a tight black nurse uniform with her long legs in black silk crossed, elegantly approached while carrying a cup of blood plasma specialty drink.
She glanced at the frantically struggling magic boar, a hint of impatience appearing on her stunning face.
"So noisy."
She parted her red lips and blew a gentle breath.
Whoosh—
A cloud of pale red mist, carrying a cloyingly sweet fragrance, drifted toward the magic boar as if it were alive.
"Roar... urgh..."
The magic boar's roar stopped abruptly.
Its blood-red eyes instantly became dazed. Its massive body swayed twice before it fell to the ground with a thud, emitting a deafening snore.
It was asleep.
It slept more soundly than a newborn piglet.
"Done."
Elizabeth yawned and took another sip of the red liquid in her cup, as if she had just performed a trivial task.
"Director, remember to deduct double from my debt for this consultation fee. Overtime pay, you understand?"
Victor ignored her complaints.
Ever since he discovered that Blood Mist could be used as a highly effective anesthetic, this once noble Blood Queen had completely devolved into the clinic's Chief Anesthesiologist.
Although she personally had many objections, she had reluctantly accepted this role under the temptation of a "daily cup of specialty blood plasma."
"Alice, make the incision."
Victor walked over to the magic boar and kicked its belly, which was as hard as an iron plate.
【Diagnosis: Disordered magic core energy within the body, leading to malignant tumor growth.】
【Treatment Plan: Tumor resection.】
"Understood, Director."
Alice, who had been waiting for a long time, walked over with a giggle.
In her hand, the great scissors flashed with a cold light under the shadowless lamp.
"How big of an opening should I cut this time? A cross shape or a Y-shape?"
"A standard incision is fine. Don't damage the internal organs; those can still be recycled for points."
Victor instructed skillfully as he pulled on sterile gloves.
Squelch—
There was no need for a scalpel.
The tip of Alice's scissors made a light stroke, and the magic boar's thick hide, which even swords could not pierce, was sliced open as easily as a block of tofu.
Blood gushed out, but it was precisely controlled by another surge of Blood Mist released by Elizabeth, preventing a single drop from splashing onto the floor.
"Forceps."
"Gauze."
"Hemostat."
"Electric saw."
"..."
In the empty clinic lobby, a tense and orderly surgery began.
As the lead surgeon, Victor stood at the core position. Every one of his commands was concise and precise.
Alice, as the first assistant, was responsible for opening, retracting, and snipping away obstructing tissue. Her movements were lightning-fast, yet possessed a morbid elegance.
Elizabeth, acting as the anesthesiologist and second assistant, was responsible for maintaining the patient's vital signs and controlling blood loss. Occasionally, she would use a blood whip to hand over a tool that Victor couldn't reach.
As for the six skeleton soldiers who had just been "cured," they stood straight as posts in their security uniforms, acting as the most loyal guards and spectators.
The entire team cooperated with seamless precision.
It was as if they had worked together on hundreds of surgeries.
The scene was sacred, professional, and filled with the radiance of saving lives.
Of course.
That was assuming one ignored the roaring electric saw in the lead surgeon's hand and the assistant's massive scissors that could snip through steel.
...
Five hundred meters away from the clinic, atop a withered tree.
A man shrouded in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes, was staring intently through a brass monocular telescope at everything happening inside the clinic.
On his forehead, cold sweat had already soaked the edge of his hood.
His body was trembling uncontrollably—not from the cold, but from extreme terror.
"Devils... these people are all devils..."
The man was named Night Owl, an ace scout hired at a high price by the Corvinus family.
His mission was simple: infiltrate the Eternal Night Peninsula, find out what happened to the missing Black Iron Knights, and determine whether the exiled trash, Victor, was dead or alive.
To this end, he had prepared the best stealth equipment and the most precious concealment potions.
He had lurked cautiously for three days before finally finding this legendary "Benevolent Heart Clinic" today.
Then, he witnessed a scene that shattered his worldview and made his soul tremble.
Through the view of his telescope.
That trash Victor, who should have died in the mud, was currently wearing a bizarre white robe stained with blood. He held a roaring, ominous-looking chainsaw, churning it frantically inside a giant monster's belly.
And beside him.
A little girl in a black dress, looking only twelve or thirteen years old, was holding a pair of terrifying scissors taller than herself, smiling as she snipped through the monster's blood vessels and nerves.
Even more horrifying.
There was a red-haired woman with a stunning figure and beauty, yet radiating a dense aura of death.
Night Owl recognized her at a glance.
That was the Blood Queen, Elizabeth!
The S-rank fugitive who had once bathed three cities in blood a hundred years ago, causing even the Church immense headaches!
Although rumors said she had long since died of old age in her ancient castle, that face and that ability to manipulate blood were unmistakable!
Yet now, this legendary witch of the night was actually acting like a submissive maid, handing tools to the man with the electric saw?
She was even using her soul-corroding Blood Mist to anesthetize a pig?
And those skeleton soldiers in strange uniforms!
Night Owl saw clearly.
Those were not ordinary low-level skeletons at all.
Their bones shimmered with magical luster, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the soul fires in their eyes were stable and bright.
These were Bone Sentinels, strengthened by a high-level necromancer using secret arts!
A perverted doctor who performed surgery with an electric saw.
A loli demon who dismembered corpses with scissors.
A vampire queen willing to serve as a nurse.
Plus a squad of reinforced Bone Sentinels...
Night Owl felt his brain was no longer sufficient to process this.
"This... this isn't a clinic at all!"
He lowered his telescope with trembling hands, his face as pale as paper.
"This is an evil nest composed of a necromancer, a vampire, and a demon!"
"That Victor... he isn't human at all! He must be possessed by some ancient evil god from the abyss!"
"He enslaved the Blood Queen, he controls a legion of the undead, and he is using the corpses of those monsters to perform some forbidden, blasphemous experiments on life!"
The more Night Owl thought, the more terrified he became, and the more his imagination made it all seem logical.
The Black Iron Knights...
They certainly didn't die in battle.
They must have been captured by this demon for experiments!
Perhaps they had even...
Been turned into spare parts for some monster!
"I must... I must send this news back immediately!"
Night Owl didn't dare stay for another second.
He felt that if he watched any longer, his very soul would be polluted by the evil aura emanating from that place.
He pulled a black whistle from his breast pocket and blew a silent sound wave.
A moment later.
A raven with feathers as black as ink but eyes shimmering with red light flew out from the distant mist and landed on his shoulder.
This was a Demon-Eye Raven he had modified with alchemy. it could fly at supersonic speeds and was immune to most magical detection.
Night Owl tremblingly took out a small scroll of parchment—intelligence he had just written in blood.
He stuffed the parchment into the metal tube on the raven's leg, his voice hoarse and shrill with fear.
"Go! Fly!"
"Fly back to the royal capital! Tell Master Lancelot! Tell everyone!"
"The Eternal Night Peninsula... has birthed a demon more terrifying than all the monsters combined!"
"That demon's name... is Victor Corvinus!"
The Demon-Eye Raven let out a raspy cry, its red eyes taking a deep look at the distant clinic emitting a strange white light.
Then, it spread its wings and soared, turning into a streak of black lightning that instantly vanished into the thick fog.
Night Owl watched the direction the raven disappeared in and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
As long as the intelligence could be delivered, his mission was complete.
As for himself...
He just wanted to find a hole to crawl into and never see that man with the electric saw again.
However.
Just as he was about to slip down from the tree.
Someone suddenly tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
Every drop of blood in Night Owl's body froze instantly.
He could swear that on this tree, besides himself, there was absolutely no second person!
He turned his head stiffly, inch by inch.
Behind him.
At some unknown point, that little girl in the black dress was standing silently on a thin branch, holding those great scissors that were larger than her entire body.
She tilted her head, an innocent smile appearing on her pale little face.
Those ruby-like eyes looked curiously at the brass telescope in his hand.
"Big brother."
Alice's voice was soft and sweet, like summer wind chimes.
"Were you... peeking at our Director performing surgery?"
Night Owl opened his mouth, wanting to scream.
But his throat felt as if it were being squeezed shut by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound.
"The Director said that surgery is a highly elegant art. You shouldn't peek at it casually."
Alice's smile became even more brilliant—and more dangerous.
"But, since you're so interested..."
She raised her scissors, the cold blades expanding in Night Owl's terrified pupils.
"Why don't I let you experience it for yourself?"
"Don't worry, I've learned from the Director."
"I guarantee I'll... snip you very neatly."
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