"Praise be to you, great Director."
Five newly minted battle sisters knelt on one knee, their voices unified and filled with the devotion of fanatical believers.
Victor stood with his hands behind his back like a general reviewing his troops, looking at his first batch of "production line products" with satisfaction.
White hair, red eyes, wings on their backs, and curvaceous figures, all complemented by the ascetic black nun habits and the menacing MK-1 Automatic Crossbows...
Yes, the elements were all there, perfectly matching his aesthetic.
"Rise."
Victor waved his hand.
"From today on, you are the first members of the Field Medical Corps (Physical). Your mission is to use the 'scalpels' in your hands—the MK-1 Automatic Crossbows—to 'cure' those stubborn 'patients'."
"Understood!" the battle sisters responded in unison, standing up with military precision and a cold, murderous aura.
"Very good."
Victor nodded, just about to assign them to their posts.
【Ding！】
【Biological Modification Production Line (Beginner) cleaning procedure initiated.】
【Large amount of "scraps" detected. Initiate recycling?】
The system's notification rang out.
Victor looked back and saw a pile of... "trash" piled up next to the five giant glass vats.
These were the "redundant" parts of the five knights that had been ruthlessly excised by the mechanical arms during the modification process.
For example, overly developed biceps.
For example, thick thigh muscles.
And for example, certain unmentionable tissues symbolizing male characteristics...
In addition, there was a pile of twisted, deformed heavy armor fragments that Alice and Mia had stripped off during the battle.
These things were mixed together in a bloody mess, emitting a foul odor of rust and gore.
"Recycle?"
Victor rubbed his chin, a glint of insight flashing in his eyes.
"No, no, no. That's too wasteful."
As a frugal director who managed the clinic well, the concept of "trash" didn't exist in his eyes.
"Everything is usable."
"As long as one's thinking doesn't backslide, there are always more solutions than problems."
He opened the 【Biological Modification】 interface again and quickly scrolled through the template library.
Soon, his gaze locked onto the most basic and crudest modification plan.
【Modification Template: Beginner Abomination Suture】
Subject Requirements: None. (As long as it's meat.)
Material Requirements: A large amount of various flesh and blood tissues, as well as some metal materials (for reinforcement).
Modification Process: Stitch all materials together randomly and violently, then activate with electric shocks.
Finished Product Characteristics: Extremely low IQ, thick hide and flesh, immense strength, absolute obedience.
"This is the one."
Victor chose the plan without hesitation.
While the battle sisters had high aesthetic value and high mobility, their weakness was obvious—they were too fragile.
Essentially, they still had human bodies. Against a truly powerful foe, they could easily be killed instantly if the enemy got close.
Currently, his team was severely lacking an entity that could both tank and fight...
A "tank."
A super meat shield that could stand at the front during critical moments to draw fire and absorb damage.
The stitched abomination fit this requirement perfectly.
"System, begin the second modification."
Victor issued the command.
"Modification target: that pile of 'scraps'."
"Modification template: Beginner Abomination Suture Modification Plan."
"Modification requirements..."
Victor paused and added a condition.
"This time, don't worry about aesthetics. Use all the materials. Make it as tanky as possible!"
【Command confirmed.】
【'Scraps' utilization plan generating...】
【Starting modification.】
Buzz—
The lights in the operating room dimmed once more.
More than a dozen thick mechanical arms descended from the ceiling like a flock of vultures smelling blood.
They swept the pile of bloody "trash" on the floor into a giant metal container in one go.
Then, the simple and crude "suturing" work began.
There was no precise cutting.
There was no clever assembly.
There was only the most primitive and savage needlework.
Giant suture needles pierced through muscle, twisted iron plates, and even hard bone.
Crack! Crunch!
That was the sound of bones being forcibly realigned and joined together.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
That was the sound of welding torches fusing armor fragments directly onto the flesh.
The entire process was filled with the violence aesthetics of the industrial revolution.
Rather than creating a life, it was more like assembling a blood-soaked... war machine.
Alice, Elizabeth, and Mia all gathered curiously outside the glass wall, watching this unique "recycling" performance.
"So... so ugly."
Mia looked at the giant mass of meat gradually taking shape in the container and shared her honest opinion.
"It truly lacks any sense of beauty."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement, her face carrying a noble's characteristic pickiness.
"It's just a pile of meat. What use could it be?"
Only Alice's dark red eyes flickered with a strange light.
"No,"
she murmured to herself.
"So sturdy... so durable..."
"It must be... very resistant to snipping."
...
Half an hour later.
When the last fragment of armor was welded onto the shoulder of that mountain of meat,
the modification was complete.
The container opened.
A giant monster over three meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, walked out with heavy steps, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
It had no fixed form.
Its entire body was like a sack stuffed to the brim, its surface uneven and covered in hideous suture lines and metal patches.
Its head was stitched together from several different pieces of scalp, its features squeezed together in a way that looked both ridiculous and terrifying.
Its two arms were of different thicknesses; the left arm was clearly more muscular and had a twisted knight's shield welded to it. The right arm was made of several bundles of muscle, ending in a giant metal claw forged from five longswords.
"Roar..."
The monster let out a low, thunderous growl.
Its eyes, pieced together from different eyeballs, looked around blankly.
【Beginner Abomination Suture modification complete.】
【Level: Bronze-rank peak.】
【Traits: Thick Skin (30% physical damage reduction), Regeneration (slowly restores damaged tissue), Weapon Master (retains some knightly combat instincts).】
"Not bad, not bad."
Victor looked at this masterpiece—ugly but overflowing with power—and nodded with satisfaction.
"Though he's a bit of an eyesore, at least... the materials were put to good use."
He stepped forward and patted the monster's chest, which was as thick as a city wall, as if inspecting a new product fresh off the factory floor.
Thud thud.
It felt hard, like patting a steel plate wrapped in leather.
"From now on, you'll be in charge of the clinic's security."
Victor pointed toward the main gate.
"Also, those heavy physical tasks in the backyard belong to you too."
The stitched abomination seemed to understand his words.
Its strangely shaped head tried hard to make a "nodding" motion.
As a result, because the sutures on its neck were too tight, it ended up pulling its own head askew.
"Pfft."
Mia couldn't help but laugh at its comical appearance.
Alice took a step back in disgust, seemingly unwilling to stand near such a "crudely made" fellow.
"Director, he's so ugly."
Alice tugged at Victor's sleeve, her face full of unhappiness.
"I don't want to play with him."
"Can... can we just snip him?"
"Stop it."
Victor tapped her on the head.
"Everything has its purpose. If we run into enemies we can't beat later, we'll need him to hold the front line."
He looked at the goofy (terrifying) big guy in front of him and thought for a moment, deciding to give it a name.
"Since you can tank so much and fight so well..."
"From now on, you shall be called..."
"Roadhog."
Victor rubbed his chin, feeling that the name was very fitting.
"Road... hog?"
The stitched abomination tilted its head, seemingly trying to understand the meaning of the word.
Then, it opened its large mouth, stitched together from three different lips, and tried its best to mimic the pronunciation.
"ROAR—!! (Road... hog!)"
A roar filled with simple-minded joy instantly echoed throughout the entire clinic.
The sound was so loud that it even caused dust to shake loose from the castle roof.
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