"Pshhh—"
As the hatches of the last batch of cultivation tanks slowly opened, a cloud of white mist mixed with the scent of nutrient solution and a strange fragrance drifted out.
The deafening roar within the underground factory gradually subsided.
The "collective plastic surgery" that had lasted for three whole days finally came to a close.
Elizabeth stood on the high control platform, holding a glass of Source Blood special, her red eyes flickering with complex and expectant light.
To be honest, she didn't have much hope for Victor's so-called "army."
After all, the raw materials were right there.
A bunch of bottom-tier monsters with questionable IQs and hideous appearances.
Even after modification, how strong could they possibly get?
At most, they would just be a group of more durable, more obedient cannon fodder.
However.
When the mist cleared and she saw the "finished products" walking out of the cultivation tanks.
Clang.
The goblet in Elizabeth's hand slipped and shattered on the ground.
For the first time, her beautiful face, usually known for its cold elegance, wore an expression of pure, slack-jawed shock.
"What... what the hell is this?!"
Standing on the vast plaza were nearly a thousand...
Beauties?
Leading the way were the original cyclopes, who used to be five meters tall, covered in flab, and looked like mountains of meat.
But now, their height had been compressed to around two meters. Though still tall, their physiques had become incredibly robust and well-proportioned.
Their skin, once as rough as rock, had turned a bronze hue, glowing with a healthy luster.
Their bloated bellies had vanished, replaced by clearly defined abs and muscles brimming with explosive power.
The most critical change was their faces.
The single, cloudy eye that once sat in the middle of their faces had become a golden vertical pupil set into exquisite, three-dimensional features. Not only did it not look out of place, but it also added a sense of majesty and sanctity reminiscent of a Titan Goddess from myth.
"These... these are cyclopes?"
Elizabeth rubbed her eyes, doubting if she was hallucinating.
Those toned long legs, those firm peach-like glutes, that bronze skin full of wild beauty...
They were clearly a group of Amazonian supermodels walking straight out of a gym!
Before she could recover from the shock.
Whir—
A synchronized sound of wings flapping echoed.
From the sky, hundreds of "angels" clad in pure white armor with snowy wings slowly descended.
Their faces were holy and beautiful, their eyes pious and ethereal. They held silver spears, and a faint radiance shimmered around them.
If not for the faintly visible eagle-like talons on their feet, Elizabeth would have almost thought the angel legion of the Holy Light Church had descended.
"Harpies... can look like this?"
Elizabeth felt her worldview being repeatedly crushed.
Those ugly bird-people who usually did nothing but screech, defecate everywhere, and look like vultures had now all become beauty icons comparable to holy maidens?
Finally.
There were the lizardmen, the most numerous group.
Their transformation was equally astounding.
Their original slimy, sticky green skin had turned into a fine, cyan scale-armor with a metallic luster, clinging tightly to their curvaceous bodies.
Their faces still retained some reptilian features, such as those golden vertical pupils and slightly forked tongues.
But this didn't make them ugly; instead, it added a wild beauty full of exotic flair and dangerous temptation.
Especially the long, flexible tails swaying behind them—they were practically a lethal weapon for men... no, for all living beings.
Dragon girls!
These were clearly the dragon-kin warriors of legend who possessed the bloodline of giant dragons!
"This... this is impossible..."
Elizabeth muttered to herself.
She looked at this "monster girl army" composed of one-eyed beauties, angel warriors, and dragon girl rangers.
Then she thought back to the hideous mess they were before the modification.
This wasn't "biological modification."
This was the gods molding clay themselves!
"How is it? My new works."
At some point, Victor had walked up beside her, wearing that smug smile an artist wears when admiring their masterpiece.
"Aren't they... the optimal solution for biological evolution?"
"Optimal solution?"
Elizabeth looked at him, her gaze incredibly complex.
"Director, with all due respect."
"No matter how I look at it... I feel like you're simply satisfying your own unspeakable 'selfish desires.'"
"What do you mean, selfish?"
Victor adjusted his glasses and retorted solemnly.
"This is all based on science."
"You see, making them smaller is to reduce their surface area for impact and increase their evasion rate."
"Making their muscles tighter is to enhance their explosive power."
"As for the faces... the face is obviously very important!"
Victor argued righteously.
"According to research in 'Battlefield Psychology,' a high-beauty army can exert massive mental pressure on the enemy, gaining a psychological advantage before the battle even starts."
"It's called 'beauty is justice,' do you understand?"
Elizabeth: "...I don't really understand."
Victor ignored her commentary.
He walked to the edge of the high platform, overlooking the brand-new army below that had undergone a complete metamorphosis.
It wasn't just their appearance.
Their strength had also undergone a world-shaking change.
Originally, they were just cannon fodder at the black-iron or bronze rank. Now, after having their internal "lesions" and "impurities" removed and being optimized by the system, even the weakest had reached the silver-rank.
As for the original lords like Gorm and Bloodfeather, after their "beautification"... ahem, "enhancement," their strength had directly broken through to the gold-rank, reaching the realm of half-step legendary!
Most importantly.
Their eyes.
Those eyes, which used to be filled with violence, greed, and chaos, had now become incredibly pure.
It was a sense of absolute loyalty and worship toward Victor, much like that of a fanatic.
As long as Victor gave the order.
Even if he told them to challenge a god, they would charge without a moment's hesitation.
"Very good."
Victor looked at this "monster girl army" he had created single-handedly—an army where beauty and combat power coexisted—and felt a surge of unprecedented pride.
This was the army he wanted.
This was the power that belonged to Victor Corvinus.
"From this day forward, you are no longer chaotic beasts, nor are you cannon fodder to be bullied at will."
Victor's voice spread throughout the entire dungeon via amplification magic.
"You are the reborn ones, bathed in the light of medicine!"
"You are the apostles walking in the darkness, spreading 'healing' and 'order'!"
"You shall have a new, unified designation!"
Victor opened his arms as if embracing the army that belonged to him.
His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and sanctity.
"From this moment forth."
"Your name shall be—"
"The Red Cross Guards!"
"ROAR—!!!"
Nearly a thousand monster girls roared in unison.
The sound converged, making the entire dungeon vibrate.
It was no longer the howl of beasts.
It was the war cry of soldiers!
"Gorm!"
"Present! My master!"
The two-meter-tall, one-eyed beauty holding a massive battle axe (the former cyclops lord) stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
"You are the commander of the Heavy Infantry Regiment!"
"Bloodfeather!"
"At your service! My lord!"
The winged angel commander holding a silver spear (the former harpy queen) dropped from the sky and gave an elegant salute.
"You are the commander of the Air Assault Regiment!"
"Saak!"
"Hiss... (Master, what do you need?)"
The lizardman warrior with a hot physique and a long tail trailing behind her (the former lizardman leader) flicked her tongue and asked respectfully.
"You are the... commander of the miner and cannon fodder regiment!"
"..."
Saak felt like her heart had been stabbed.
Why are they both regiment commanders, but I'm the cannon fodder one?
"Move out!"
Victor ignored her grievance.
With a wide sweep of his hand, he pointed toward the exit leading to the surface.
"Let the ignorant mortals on the surface see."
"What true—"
"Beauty is justice looks like!"
Rumble—
The gates of the dungeon slowly opened.
An army of beauties composed of angels, titans, and dragon girls, marching with synchronized steps and bathed in sunlight, appeared for the first time...
On the lands of the Eternal Night Peninsula!
...
Behind a window on the third floor of the castle.
The pipe in old hunter John's hand dropped to the floor with a clatter.
He stared open-mouthed at the...
At that shimmering, blindingly bright "monster army" below.
His brain crashed once again.
"What... what the hell..."
He pinched himself hard, wincing in pain.
It wasn't a dream.
"That madman... he's not just a doctor..."
John muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.
"He's also a... top-tier beauty influencer and... plastic surgery master!"
He looked at those monster girls with their peak beauty and gravity-defying bodies, then thought of his own wrinkled old face.
A bold, perhaps even shameful, thought rose in his heart.
"I wonder if..."
"He's... still hiring male nurses?"
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