Click.
The final belt buckle snapped shut.
That behemoth of flesh, weighing half a ton, was pinned securely to the narrow operating table.
"Woo—!"
The stitched monstrosity let out a terrified wail.
It felt like a fat pig waiting for the slaughter.
Above it, the pale light of the shadowless lamp pierced its eyeballs, leaving it nowhere to hide.
"Stop howling."
Victor stood before the table, holding the roaring Rusty Saw of Redemption.
He looked down at the festering abdomen, his gaze as critical as if he were inspecting a defective product.
"The wound is severely infected, the edges are necrotic, and there are maggots."
Victor reached out with his rubber-gloved hand and pressed on the blackened skin surrounding the wound.
"Aow!!!"
The stitched monstrosity jerked violently, its scream nearly lifting the roof off.
It hurt!
Although it was an undead with dulled pain receptors, that press had landed directly on a cluster of rotted nerves!
"What are you screaming for? This is a palpation!"
Victor shot it an impatient glare, his grip actually tightening.
"Muscle tension is this high? You know the situation is bad too, right? Don't worry, I don't have anesthesia, but I'm fast."
Vroom—!!!
The chainsaw's revolutions hit their limit.
Blue-black exhaust filled the air, and the choking smell of engine oil mixed with the stench of decay, creating a hellish olfactory experience.
Victor raised the saw without any hesitation.
Zzzt—!
The high-speed rotating teeth bit in.
The sound didn't resemble surgery; it sounded like sawing through a piece of waterlogged, rotten wood.
Foul blood sprayed, coating Victor's goggles.
"Roar—!!"
The stitched monstrosity went mad.
It struggled desperately, making the restraint straps groan and creak.
This was murder!
What kind of doctor used a logging chainsaw for debridement?!
The vibration of the saw teeth tearing through flesh traveled along its nerves, making its very soul tremble.
"Don't move!"
Victor barked the order as he wiped the blood off his goggles.
"This is debridement! Do you understand?"
"This flesh is necrotic. Keeping it will only breed bacteria! I am saving your life!"
Zzzzt—zzzt—
The saw swept across.
A large chunk of greenish putrid flesh was forcibly sliced off, hitting the floor with a wet thud.
"See, much cleaner."
Victor nodded in satisfaction, completely ignoring the patient's eyes rolling back in its head.
In his eyes, this was just a normal 'intraoperative stress response.'
Since no anesthesia was used, it was normal for the patient to be a little emotional.
A few minutes later.
The edges of the wound had been 'trimmed' perfectly straight.
Victor tossed the saw aside.
Next came the main event.
He looked at the pile of grayish-white organs heaped on the belly.
Because of the earlier struggling, the intestines were tangled like a mess of hemp rope, covered in dirt, dead leaves, and even dead ants.
'So dirty.'
He took out a bucket of liquid labeled 【Medical Alcohol (Industrial-Grade)】.
Splash.
Half a bucket of high-concentration alcohol was poured directly onto the intestines.
"Aowooo—!!!"
If the chainsaw earlier was a physical critical hit, this was pure true damage.
The moment the alcohol touched the mucous membranes, it felt as if molten lava were being poured over them.
The stitched monstrosity screamed itself hoarse, its body twitching as murky corpse-oil tears streamed from the corners of its eyes.
'Just kill me.'
'Please, give me a quick death.'
"Bear with it, disinfection is mandatory."
Victor put on sterile gloves and thrust both hands into the pile of slimy intestines.
"This part is the ascending colon, this part is the ileum... Tsk, why is it all knotted?"
He complained while roughly straightening the intestines out.
His movements were bold and sweeping, lacking any of the meticulousness of an ordinary doctor.
As long as they didn't break, he didn't care how he stuffed them back in.
Squish.
A section of the intestine was shoved back into the abdominal cavity.
Due to the pressure, another section slid right back out.
"Hey? You dare try to run?"
Victor's temper flared.
He went straight to using his knee.
Kneeling on the edge of the operating table, he used his knee to pin down the stitched monstrosity's belly while using both hands, acting like he was packing an overstuffed suitcase.
"Get—in—there!"
Squish.
That mass of alcohol-and-dirt-covered mixture was finally shoved into the hole all at once.
The stitched monstrosity stopped screaming.
Its eyes were glazed, its tongue lolled out, and its soul had seemingly left its body.
As a man-eating monster, it had disemboweled plenty of victims.
But this was the first time someone had reached into its belly and stirred everything around like they were mixing paste.
This was probably karma.
"Whew... finally got it all in."
Victor wiped his sweat and patted the bulging belly in satisfaction.
Slap, slap.
"Hear that? Sounds solid."
He turned and picked up a surgical needle as thick as one used for sewing shoe soles, threading it with the system reward: 【Infinite Suture Thread】.
"Final step: suturing."
Victor's gaze became sharp.
With the boost from the 【Perfect Suture】 skill, his hands seemed to move with a mind of their own.
"This might sting a bit, don't move."
Stab!
The thick needle pierced through the tough corpse skin.
"Behave!"
Victor slapped the monster's thigh, his wrist dancing into a blur of afterimages.
Zip! Zip! Zip!
That was the sound of the needle and thread weaving through flesh.
He was using the high-difficulty 'mattress suture' technique.
The silver suture thread moved like a nimble butterfly, dancing over the hideous wound.
The originally mangled and upturned flesh quickly closed and aligned under his hands, becoming perfectly seamless.
The stitched monstrosity's tense body slowly began to relax.
It was surprised to find that the movements of the man stabbing it with a needle had actually become... rhythmic?
With every stitch that fell, the tearing pain diminished.
In its place was a 'sense of wholeness' it had never felt before.
Ever since it was created, its body had been broken.
But now, that loose flesh was being pulled tightly together.
The feeling of weakness that constantly accompanied it was disappearing.
Power was spreading from its abdomen to its entire body.
Victor's gaze was terrifyingly focused.
Sweat dripped down, but he didn't even blink.
"The last stitch."
A flick of his wrist.
Knot tied, thread cut.
Snip.
Victor straightened his back and looked at the smooth wound before him, which looked like a work of art. A haughty curve touched the corner of his mouth.
"Perfect."
Compared to the previous stitching that looked like a messy centipede, this was practically a bespoke suit.
【Ding!】
【Surgery Complete!】
【Evaluation: S-Rank (Perfect)】
【Congratulations! You have earned 100 points.】
【Special Reward Triggered: Holy Purification.】
Hum—!
A soft yet dazzling golden light erupted from the wound without warning.
"This is..."
Victor took a step back.
In the golden light, pus and foul blood rapidly evaporated.
The blue-purple decay spots on the stitched monstrosity began to fade, and the necrotic skin became fair and delicate.
Crack, crack, crack.
A series of crisp sounds echoed as bones rearranged themselves.
Victor watched in shock as the massive mountain of flesh on the operating table began to shrink rapidly.
Coarse, large hands became slender, and the bloated torso became slim.
That hideous face was also reshaped within the light.
A few seconds later.
The golden light dissipated.
The monster was gone.
In its place was a petite figure curled up on the operating table...
A young girl?
Her skin was as pale as porcelain, and she wore that signature skin covered in black suture lines—only now, it looked like an avant-garde gothic bodysuit.
Victor pushed up his non-existent glasses, his throat bobbing.
He looked at the bloody saw in his hand, then at the sleeping beauty on the table.
"Uh... did I use too much force and saw it into a different species?"
"This isn't scientific!!"
On the operating table, the girl's eyelashes fluttered.
She slowly opened her eyes.
They were dark red, as pure as rubies, yet tinged with a hint of yandere obsession.
She looked at Victor, the corners of her mouth curling up to reveal two sharp little fangs.
"Doctor Brother..."
Her voice was raspy and soft, carrying a hint of lethargy.
"...do you want to sew me up again?"
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