Ever since that S-rank chimera was scared out of its wits and fled in a pathetic display of terror, Victor's name as the "Pale Demon" had been thoroughly nailed to the pillar of shame in the Eternal Night Peninsula.
Now, forget about S-rank powerhouses; even a passing mouse would take a detour when it saw the glowing "streetlamp" standing at the clinic's entrance.
This led directly to a serious problem—
The clinic had no business.
"Sigh..."
Victor sighed for the forty-ninth time.
He held a piece of sterile gauze, meticulously wiping the brand-new shadowless lamp in the operating room.
For a surgeon with severe professional germophobia and workaholic tendencies, having no surgeries to perform was more agonizing than death itself.
What drove him even more insane was the clinic's hygiene.
With the increasing number of "employees" and the aftermath of several previous "surgeries," the internal environment of this high-end-looking dark castle was deteriorating at an alarming rate.
The operating room was fine, as it had a built-in purification function from the system.
But the hall, the corridors, and the backyard... they were a disaster zone.
Every time Mia finished a meal (which involved raw monster corpses), she would leave bone shards and blood splatters everywhere.
Although Elizabeth loved cleanliness, she only cared for her own small patch of territory and was habitually indifferent to the hygiene of the common areas.
As for Alice...
Asking her to clean was a recipe for catastrophe.
Yesterday, Victor asked her to clear some spiderwebs from a corner. Five minutes later, a two-meter-wide hole appeared in the wall—Alice felt it was "cleaner" to just cut out the drywall along with the webs.
"I can't live like this anymore!"
Victor slammed the gauze onto the ground, marking the first time he had lost his composure in the workplace.
"The primary standard for a qualified medical institution is a sterile environment! Look at this place; it’s practically a petri dish for bacteria!"
He pointed at a suspicious stain on the floor—uncertain if it was Mia's drool or Elizabeth's blood plasma—with a pained expression.
"If this continues, we won't even be saving lives; we'll all come down with sepsis first!"
"Then what should we do, Lord Director?"
Alice sat on the operating table, swinging her small legs with an innocent look.
"You wouldn't let me cut out the whole floor and replace it with a new one."
Elizabeth leaned against the doorframe, letting out an elegant yawn.
"Don't look at me. I'm the Financial Manager; cleaning isn't my job. Unless... you're willing to pay me overtime."
Victor felt his blood pressure soaring.
These people were one more unreliable than the last!
"I must hire a janitor!"
Victor made up his mind.
A professional janitor who wasn't afraid of filth or exhaustion, and preferably, one he didn't have to pay!
Just as he was about to open the system mall to see if there were any cheap "cleaning-type biochemical thralls."
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
A grating sound, like strong acid corroding metal, suddenly echoed from a corner of the hall.
"Hmm?"
Victor's brow furrowed.
The three of them looked toward the sound.
They saw green bubbles gurgling out of the sewer drain in the corner of the hall, which was used for discharging surgical wastewater.
Immediately after.
A glob of translucent, jelly-like green mucus squeezed itself out of the dark hole with great difficulty.
The thing had no fixed shape; it looked like a puddle of melted green wax, crawling slowly across the floor and leaving behind a trail of white smoke from corrosion.
Wherever it passed, the hard obsidian floor was eaten away into pits.
"What... is that disgusting thing?"
Elizabeth knit her beautiful brows, her face filled with revulsion.
As a vampire, she had a natural loathing for these slimy, low-level-looking creatures.
Mia curiously leaned in, sniffing near the green sludge.
Then, she stuck out her pink tongue and gave it a lick.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"
In the next second, she was sticking her tongue out frantically as if she had eaten a mouthful of mustard, her eyes tearing up.
"So sour! It tastes awful!"
"Don't touch it! It's toxic!"
Victor sternly stopped Mia's death-defying behavior.
He activated 【True Sight Eye】, and a row of information immediately floated before his eyes.
【Species: Corrosive Slime (Mutant)】
【Danger Level: C (Highly corrosive to metal and stone)】
【Trait: Devour. Capable of devouring and decomposing all organic matter and toxins, converting them into energy.】
【Status: Starving (Extreme)】
"A slime?"
Victor was stunned.
This was his first time seeing such a legendary fantasy creature in person.
However, its appearance was a bit... abstract.
It was basically a moving glob of snot.
"How gross."
Alice walked over as well. Looking at the green sludge corroding the floor, an undisguised killing intent flashed in her eyes.
"Lord Director, it's getting your floor dirty."
"Should I snip it into a hundred pieces?"
Buzz—
The great scissors appeared in her hands once more.
The slime seemed to sense the fatal threat.
Its jelly-like body shuddered violently, and it stopped moving, even trying its best to curl into a ball as if it were shivering.
"Wait."
Victor stopped Alice before she could act.
His gaze was fixed on the description of the "Trait" on the system panel.
【Devour all organic matter and toxins...】
Organic matter?
Wouldn't that be bloodstains, meat scraps, and leftover bone shards?
Toxins?
Wouldn't that be the waste chemical residues he poured away after failed experiments?
A bold, perhaps even genius, idea suddenly formed in Victor's mind.
"Alice, put the scissors away for a moment."
Victor flashed his most gentle and friendly smile toward the shivering green sludge.
That smile was like a creepy uncle using a lollipop to lure a little girl.
He slowly crouched down, trying to keep his eye level even with the slime.
"Hey, little guy, don't be afraid."
His voice was so tender it was practically dripping.
"I'm not a bad person. I'm the Director here."
The slime trembled even harder.
Though it had no eyes, it could clearly sense the thick aura of blood and death radiating from the man before it.
That aura was ten thousand times more terrifying than any rotting corpse it had ever smelled in the sewers.
"Are you... hungry?"
Victor pointed at its shrinking body and continued in his luring tone.
The slime's body fluctuated slightly, as if it were nodding.
It was indeed starving to death.
It had originally lived in the ancient drainage pipes beneath the clinic, surviving on rotten moss and the occasional dead rat.
But since the clinic was built, a large amount of "waste" filled with enticing energy had been drained down every day.
For instance, blood from a rampage magic boar.
For instance, the minced meat of an assassin.
And even some medicinal dregs from failed experiments that contained massive magical power.
To the slime, that was the most delicious buffet in the world!
So today, it had finally gathered the courage to climb up the pipes to see what kind of paradise lay above.
As a result, it didn't find paradise; it found a reaper holding a pair of giant scissors.
"Want... a good meal?"
Victor saw its longing, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.
He pointed toward the backyard.
"Back there, I have mountains of food."
"The freshest monster viscera, the purest magic beast blood, and all sorts of toxic waste containing strange energies..."
With every sentence Victor spoke, the slime's body brightened a bit more.
When it heard "toxic waste," its jelly-like body even jumped in excitement.
"Want to... have a buffet every day?"
Victor coaxed it like a devil holding a demonic contract.
"As long as you agree to one small condition."
"From now on, all the trash here belongs to you to deal with."
"How about it?"
The slime's body fluctuated violently.
Though its intelligence was low, it could understand the words "trash" and "eat."
This human meant...
It could stay...
As a glorious...
Professional glutton?
Could such a good thing really happen?!
It could no longer contain itself.
The green mucus adopted an extremely fawning posture, quickly crawling to Victor's feet and affectionately, almost pleadingly, rubbing against his boots.
Even though it corroded two small holes into Victor's boots.
Victor could clearly feel the joy and submission emanating from its soul.
"Very good."
Victor smiled with satisfaction.
He stood up, clapped his hands, and announced to the two women standing stunned behind him:
"Alright, the hygiene problem is solved."
"Starting today, this... uh, let's call it 'Bobo'."
"It is the newly appointed—"
"Chief Janitor and Waste Disposal Officer of our Benevolent Heart Clinic."
Elizabeth looked at the green sludge excitedly licking blood off the floor, then looked down at her own spotless high heels.
She was silent for a moment before saying to Victor with a deadpan expression:
"Director, I'm applying for a raise for the janitor."
"Also, can I move to the upper floor?"
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