"Zzz—"
The sound of static sliced through the silence of the early morning.
Victor unhurriedly picked up the exaggeratedly styled megaphone from the desk.
This was the 【Magic-Conduction Megaphone 2.0】 that Zoe, the Research Minister, had stayed up all night to rush out.
Not only was its amplification effect excellent, but it also had a built-in voice-changing function, making the speaker's voice sound deeper, more magnetic, and full of authority.
Of course.
More importantly, the moment Victor picked up the megaphone, he activated the exclusive passive skill granted to him by the system.
【Active Skill: Doctor's Pressure】
【Activate!】
Buzz—!
An invisible, cold, terrifying aura smelling strongly of disinfectant spread out in a circle from Victor as the center.
It wasn't killing intent.
Nor was it the battle qi of a powerful warrior.
It was a sense of scrutiny from a superior, rational to the point of being nearly heartless.
It was like a chief physician holding a scalpel walking into a ward full of critically ill patients.
Under his gaze.
All life was merely a pile of "parts" composed of organs, blood vessels, and bones.
No dignity.
No privacy.
Only—sick, or not sick.
"Gulp."
The few cyclopes standing at the very front subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
Their massive bodies were actually trembling slightly.
They didn't know why.
The moment that tiny human put on his glasses and picked up the megaphone.
They felt as if they were standing naked in the freezing snow.
Every bit of fat, every hidden ailment, and even the psychological shadows of wetting the bed as children were seen through by that man.
That feeling.
Was even more uncomfortable than facing the dragon aura of a giant dragon.
"Testing, testing, one, two."
Victor's voice spread across the entire battlefield through the megaphone.
Clear, stable, and carrying a calm that brooked no doubt.
"Very good, the equipment is functioning normally."
He pushed up his glasses. Those pitch-black eyes hidden behind the lenses pierced through the crowd and accurately locked onto Gorm, the cyclops lord sitting on the chariot.
"Just now."
"Was it you who said you wanted to kill me and turn my employees into a dish?"
Gorm froze.
It wanted to roar, to howl, to smash this arrogant human into a pancake with one swing of its club.
But under that eerie "Doctor's Pressure," the harsh words at the tip of its tongue were actually stuck in its throat.
It felt as if its throat were being gripped by a cold hand.
"I see darkness on your forehead and cloudiness in the whites of your eye."
Victor didn't wait for its answer. Instead, he took out a steel pen and gestured at the registration book.
"The big guy riding the elephant."
"As a doctor, I must solemnly warn you."
"Your health condition is extremely concerning."
Gorm was stunned.
The army of three thousand monsters surrounding them was also stunned.
What kind of development was this?
Two armies are facing off, and you come up to give me a medical check-up?
"Don't look at me like that; I'm a professional."
Victor sneered and directly tossed out the scan results from the 【True Sight Eye】.
"You, Gorm, right?"
"A mutant of the cyclops race."
"Height: five point two meters. Weight: eight tons."
"Look strong?"
"No, that's just bloat."
Victor's voice suddenly rose, his tone as stern as if he were scolding a stubborn patient who refused to follow medical orders.
"You have a severe case of 'Gigantic Appearance Syndrome.'"
"Your heart load has reached its limit. Your heart rate exceeds 120 beats per minute. You're gasping even while sitting still!"
"And your eye."
Victor extended a finger, pointing across the distance at Gorm's massive single eye.
"Mid-stage cataracts, accompanied by severe vitreous opacity."
"Have you been feeling blurred vision lately? Seeing double? Or even having sudden blackouts?"
Gorm's pupil suddenly contracted.
The hand holding the thigh bone trembled violently.
He... he hit it!
Every single point was right!
It had indeed felt its body getting heavier lately, unable to catch its breath with even a slight movement.
Moreover, its vision was getting blurrier; sometimes it couldn't even see where the prey was.
But this was its biggest secret!
Not even its most trusted subordinates knew!
This human...
How did he know?
"Don't be surprised; it's written all over your face."
Victor mercilessly exposed its disguise.
"Based on the progression of your illness."
"Coupled with the parasitic infections from your long-term overeating and swallowing live prey."
"I assert."
Victor held up three fingers.
"Three years."
"Three years at most."
"You will die in an unknown muddy pit due to heart failure or a burst cerebral blood vessel."
"Becoming a pile of stinking, rotten meat."
Boom!
These words were like a bolt from the blue, striking Gorm right on the head.
It was dumbfounded.
It sat blankly on the chariot, the bone club in its hand falling to the ground with a "clatter."
Die?
Three years?
It was the overlord of this area! It was going to dominate the Blackthorn Forest!
How could it die?!
"You... you're talking nonsense!"
Gorm's voice trembled, clearly lacking confidence.
"My health is great! I can eat three cows in one meal!"
"That is exactly the cause!"
Victor interrupted it.
"Eating a lot doesn't mean you're healthy; that's called binge eating!"
"Do you want to live?"
Victor's lips curled into a tempting arc.
"Do you want to cure your eye and have your heart beat for another fifty years?"
"Go to the left."
He pointed to the row of empty registration desks.
"Register for an expert appointment with cardiology and ophthalmology."
"Just five hundred gold coins, or magic cores of equivalent value."
"I guarantee the cure will be swift."
Gorm was completely shaken.
Its feet moved unconsciously, nearly jumping off the chariot to join the line.
But just then.
A sharp screech came from the sky.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, Gorm!"
"He's destabilizing the army's morale! He's spreading delusions!"
Bloodfeather, the harpy queen, flapped her purple wings and circled at a low altitude.
Her venomous eyes stared fixedly at Victor, wishing she could swallow him alive.
"This human is best at deception!"
"Don't believe him, everyone! Charge! Kill him!"
"Once he's dead, his medicine will be ours! We can treat ourselves!"
Bloodfeather's voice was shrill and piercing, instantly waking the dazed monsters.
That's right!
Why bother registering?
Wouldn't it be easier to just take it?
"Tsk."
Victor clicked his tongue impatiently.
"Why are there medical nuisances everywhere?"
He looked up at the noisy bird-woman in the sky.
"Lady up there."
"Even though you're flying high, I suggest you come down and look in a mirror first."
Victor pushed his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"Do you think that by dyeing your feathers purple, you can hide the fact that you have an 'endocrine disorder'?"
"What?!"
Bloodfeather was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her feathers instantly bristling.
"You dare insult my feathers?!"
This was the color she was proudest of! It was her symbol as a queen!
"Insult?"
Victor shook his head.
"This is a diagnosis."
"Your feathers aren't dyed; they are pathologically discolored due to hormonal imbalances in your body."
"Furthermore."
Victor pointed to the ground.
"Look at where you've flown."
The monsters subconsciously looked down.
They saw that wherever Bloodfeather had circled, the ground was littered with feathers.
Sparse and scattered, she looked like an old hen about to go bald.
"Severe hair loss... oh no, feather loss."
"Accompanied by anxiety, irritability, insomnia, and excessive dreaming."
"Early menopause, isn't it?"
Victor's voice was full of sympathy.
"As a female creature, your current state is terrible."
"Loose skin, enlarged pores, even your voice has become as unpleasant as a male duck's."
"If this continues, in less than six months, you will turn into a complete vulture."
"Aaaaahhhh—!!!"
Bloodfeather let out a breakdown-induced scream.
A vulture?!
That was the most vicious curse of the harpy race!
She was the queen! She was the object of pursuit for all male harpies!
This human...
He actually dared to say she was a vulture?!
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to gouge your eyes out!"
Bloodfeather went mad.
She dove down recklessly, her claws aiming straight for Victor's eyes.
"It seems I hit a sore spot."
Victor stood calmly in place, not even bothering to dodge.
Because.
"Snip!"
A crisp sound of metal biting together rang out.
A black figure appeared before Victor like a ghost.
Alice held her great scissors, making a "trimming" motion toward the diving Bloodfeather.
"Auntie."
Alice tilted her head, excitement flashing in her red pupils.
"Your feathers really are a bit messy."
"Let me help you snip them clean?"
"The kind where I cut them all off."
Looking at those scissors that were enough to snip through steel, Bloodfeather slammed on the brakes in mid-air.
She remembered the fate of the previous queen, Windwing.
That poor wretch who had been turned into a specimen and hung on the wall.
Fear overcame anger.
Screaming, she pulled up and flew back into the high sky, never daring to approach the ground again.
"Since none of you want to see a doctor."
Victor sighed and closed the registration book in his hand.
"Then there's no other way."
He took off his glasses and placed them casually on the desk.
Then.
He slowly stood up.
In that instant.
The aura on him changed.
He was no longer the refined and elegant doctor.
He was a Yama presiding over life and death.
"Everyone."
Victor took the megaphone, his voice as cold as a Siberian gale.
"I will say this one last time."
"This is the Benevolent Heart Clinic."
"In my eyes, there are only two types of creatures in this world."
He held up one finger.
"One is the patient who is willing to cooperate with treatment and pay their fees on time."
He held up a second finger.
"The other..."
"Is the dead person who hides their sickness from the doctor and is beyond saving."
Victor looked around at the dark mass of three thousand troops before him.
There wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes.
Only a look of disgust, as if he were looking at a field full of trash.
"I have already given you the chance."
"Since you don't want to treat your illnesses."
He raised his hand and pointed to the empty passage on the left.
"Those who want treatment, go line up on the left now. I can give you one final chance."
Then.
His finger pointed to the right.
There stood Roadhog, Helena, the skeleton security brigade, and the five fully armed Battle Sisters, forming a line of steel defense.
"Those who want to die..."
"Come up and take a number."
"Today's morgue beds..."
Victor's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Are in plenty of supply."
Silence.
Total silence.
Three thousand monsters were actually suppressed by the aura of a single human, unable to catch their breath.
This was humiliation.
Barefaced, undisguised humiliation!
What did he take them for?
A herd of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?!
"Roar—!!!"
After the silence came an even more frenzied explosion.
Gorm's ugly face turned the color of pig liver.
It felt as if its dignity had been thrown onto the ground by this human, stepped on ten thousand times, and then spat upon.
"Enough!"
"I've had enough!"
"What doctor! What registration!"
"I'm not sick!"
Gorm raised that massive spiked club, pointing it at Victor's nose as it let out a final war roar.
"Human!"
"Do you think you can block us with just these few people?"
"I'm going to tear that mouth of yours apart! I'm going to level this crappy shop of yours!"
"Boys!"
"Charge!"
"Trample this place! Loot his money! Kill all his people!"
"Kill!!!"
Following the lord's command.
The three thousand monster coalition went completely mad.
Their eyes were blood-red, like a bursting dam, carrying an momentum that could destroy everything as they launched a general offensive toward that lonely clinic.
The cyclopes' footsteps shook the earth.
The harpies' screeches pierced the eardrums.
The lizardmen's spears fell like rain.
Facing this earth-shattering assault.
Victor only frowned.
He put his glasses back on and picked up the 【Rusty Saw of Redemption】 from under the desk, which had long been hungry and thirsty.
"Sigh."
"I told you..."
"Don't shout."
"This is a hospital."
Buzz—!!!
The chainsaw roared to life.
"Silence!"
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