An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
“Is this… really something we should be doing?”
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South Korea’s top-ranked Hunter. The Grand Sorcerer who commanded space itself. Lee Shin-woo, master of the Zeus Guild, asked in a trembling voice.
In his hands, instead of the legendary artifact “Sage’s Staff,” lay a rusted [field shovel] procured from Earth. And a particularly heavy one at that.
The first day in The Abyss had dawned. Of course, no sun rose in this place—a crimson moon still hung overhead—but the clock read 7 AM.
Following Jin-hyuk’s declaration, they had decided to establish themselves here. Yoo Yi-soo’s physical condition made travel impossible. The problem was that this environment was the worst possible place for a patient to recuperate.
A wind that bit flesh with its toxic sting. Rotting corpses of demonic beasts scattered everywhere with no room to step. And skulls that popped out with a “surprise!” at every moment.
To treat a patient in this place, they needed a [sterile chamber] completely isolated from the outside world, and a [fortress] that no demonic beast could breach.
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“Got complaints? If you’re unhappy, you can go home right now.”
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Jin-hyuk spoke while pouring instant coffee into a paper cup as a makeshift breakfast. Hot coffee in one hand, hastily sketched construction blueprints in the other. He looked every bit the site foreman of a construction site.
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“G-go home?! There’s a lifetime free medical care contract on the line!”
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Ma Dong-tak cried out in alarm.
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“Then you’ll have to work. You need to earn your keep, don’t you?”
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Jin-hyuk tapped the blueprints sharply.
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“Listen up. The objective is to construct a [two-story protective facility] before sunset today. Materials will be sourced locally, and the workforce is… the three elite workers right here.”
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Jin-hyuk’s gaze swept across Lee Shin-woo, Ma Dong-tak, and Seo Ji-hoo. The combined net worth of these three would easily reach tens of trillions of won.
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“Lee Shin-woo, you’re on earthwork. Ma Dong-tak, you’re on foundation. Seo Ji-hoo, you’re on finishing and utilities. Any questions?”
“None!”
“Good. Let’s get to work!”
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With Jin-hyuk’s whistle, the most expensive and absurdly high-quality “Abyss manual labor” in Hunter history had begun.
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[Phase 1: Leveling Operations]
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“Lee Shin-woo! There’s a mountain of corpses at one o’clock! Clear it all out!”
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Lee Shin-woo stepped forward with grim determination. He loosened his necktie and rolled up his sleeves. His mana—the kind normally only visible during national-level disasters—hummed and vibrated with power.
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“Spatial Severance—Wide-range Deployment!”
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Zzzzzraaaagh—!
As I slashed my hand through empty air, the mountainous heap of ghoul corpses piled before me and the jagged black rocky peaks shattered like tofu, cleaved with surgical precision. No sound. No dust. The obstacles obscuring my vision simply vanished into subspace, as if reality itself had been deleted.
A volume of earth that would have required one hundred excavators working for a week on Earth was cleared in merely ten seconds.
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​”Wow… that’s pristine. Rank 1 really is different. Better fuel efficiency than a bulldozer, huh?”
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Jin-hyuk clapped in admiration, his hands slapping together like a seal’s flippers.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and boasted.
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​”Heh heh, I’ve just demonstrated the essence of spatial magic. Not even a 0.1mm margin of error is toler—”
​”Good work. Next, finish clearing that hill over there at eleven o’clock.”
​”Huh? All the way over there?”
​”Hurry. The sun’s setting.”
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My face turned ashen.
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[Stage 2: Foundation Work]
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​”Ma Dong-tak! The ground’s too soft! We need to compact it hard as concrete before we can build on it!”
​”Leave it to me! What’s my nickname! The Human Roller, isn’t it!”
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Ares Guild Master Ma Dong-tak beat his chest like a gorilla, his muscles inflating like balloons before he leaped skyward—easily twenty meters into the air.
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​”Titan’s Foot Stomp!!!”
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Booooom—!
The earth of The Abyss trembled as if an earthquake had struck. But this was no mere destruction. Through Ma Dong-tak’s precise control, the shockwave burrowed deep into the ground, forcibly compacting the loose soil particles.
As the dust settled, the spot where he’d landed gleamed like polished marble—hard and smooth.
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​”How’s that? Pretty amazing, right?”
Ma Dong-tak spoke in a Chungcheong dialect, giving a thumbs up.
​”Nice. But that corner over there didn’t compact fully. Jump once more.”
​”Ah, boss, my knees are killing me…”
​”Want to return your VIP ticket?”
​”I’m jumping! I’ll do it! Hyah!”
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[Stage 3: Material Procurement and Assembly]
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The ground was compacted, but we had no materials to build with. The Abyss had no wood, no bricks, no steel reinforcement. What we did have was…
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“Um… what about bones?” Bing-je asked carefully.
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He pointed to a nearby location: the “Graveyard of Colossal Beasts.”
Massive bones—ribs from an Ancient Dragon presumed dead centuries ago, femurs from Behemoths—lay scattered across the ground, bleached white by weathering and each the size of a house.
My eyes lit up.
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“Ah, eco-friendly materials. The durability should be excellent too. Let’s use those.”
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We rushed toward the bone graveyard. S-rank alchemical materials that fetched tens of millions of won per gram on Earth were scattered here like industrial waste.
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“Wow… just one of these could buy an entire building in Gangnam?”
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Lee Shin-woo picked up a dragon’s tooth, drooling at the sight.
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“Stop daydreaming and carry it. We’re using that for window frames, so don’t break it.”
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The assembly of the [Ultra-Luxurious Skull Hospital] began in earnest. Ma Dong-tak erected massive vertebrae like pillars, while I used spatial magic to fit the bones together with precision. The finishing touches fell to Seo Ji-hoo.
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“Seo Ji-hoo! The adhesive!”
“Coming! [Frost Binding]!”
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As Seo Ji-hoo waved his staff, intense cold settled along the bone seams. It was “ice adhesive”—harder than cement, made by freezing moisture from The Abyss.
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“Hey, Ma Dong-tak! That’s not level! Move it more to the right!”
“Brother, this is the best I can do! What can I do about the bone being naturally curved?”
“Seo Ji-hoo! Keep that ice from melting! Why is the air conditioning so weak?”
“This is the Demon Realm! The average temperature is 50 degrees—how do you expect ice to hold? I’m about to collapse!”
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The guild masters who had eyed each other warily on Earth were now bickering like foremen on a construction site. Yoo Yi-soo lay on a makeshift bed, watching the scene with a vacant expression.
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“Am I… seeing things? Lee Shin-woo is digging… the Destruction King is setting pillars… and Bing-je is doing masonry?”
“Get used to it. You’ll be seeing this often from now on.”
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I draped a blanket over Yoo Yi-soo’s shoulders and spoke calmly.
The most crucial work remained: heating and cooking. Maintaining body temperature was essential for patients. Once night fell, The Abyss’s temperature would plummet below freezing.
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“Balakas. Start a fire.”
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[···I am a great fire dragon. I was not born merely to serve as a boiler.]
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The dragon snorted indignantly, refusing outright. How dare anyone treat an S-rank dragon like a mere furnace.
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​”Tonight’s menu: premium Korean beef short ribs in braised sauce.”​
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Shin-hyuk whispered quietly.
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​”I’ve set aside 10 kilograms for you—meat only, no bones.”​
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[Whoooosh!]
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Balakas’s eyes gleamed with greed. Without hesitation, the dragon opened its maw and breathed fire with surgical precision onto the bone-made furnace—not too hot, not too cold. The flat stone slab beneath grew pleasantly warm.
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​”Perfect. Temperature’s just right.”​
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A miracle materialized in half a day. Standing in the heart of the wasteland was a grotesque yet oddly artistic two-story building constructed entirely of white bone. The structure was perfectly sealed without a single gap for air to escape. Windows were fitted with melted transparent crystal slime shells, and the roof was covered in dragon scales for flawless waterproofing.
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Above the entrance hung a crudely hand-painted wooden sign that Shin-hyuk had inscribed with magic.
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[Arcana Medical Center – The Abyss Branch]
(Departments: Internal Medicine, Surgery, Orthopedics / Earthlings Welcome, Demons Welcome / No Trauma Cases / Meals Provided)
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​”It’s finished!”​
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The hunters erupted in cheers. Covered in dirt, they clapped each other on the back. The sense of accomplishment surged far greater than when they’d defeated an S-rank dungeon boss.
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​”This is… art.”​
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Lee Shin-woo ran his hand across the building in admiration.
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​”All right, you’ve all worked hard. Let’s eat.”​
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Shin-hyuk retrieved the portable burner and cooking pot he’d brought. Finally, the long-awaited mealtime arrived. The menu consisted of pork kimchi stew, instant rice, and direct-flame short ribs (seared by Balakas’s breath).
Glub glub. The sound of the stew bubbling shattered The Abyss’s silence. The spicy, pungent aroma of kimchi spread through the desolate, nauseating air of The Abyss’s decay.
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​”Wow… that smell is insane.”​
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Yoo Yi-soo swallowed hard. The scent of Korea after three years. A symphony of capsaicin and garlic. It was sweeter than any perfume—the fragrance of home.
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​”Eat up. I made plenty. If it’s not enough, we can add ramen noodles.”​
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Jin-hyuk ladled a generous portion of stew into Yoo Yi-soo’s bowl—thick slices of pork, kimchi softened to perfection, and cubes of tofu.
Yoo Yi-soo’s trembling hand lifted the spoon. The moment the broth touched her lips, her eyes reddened, and tears spilled down her cheeks, mingling with the soup.
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“It’s delicious… truly delicious…”
“Is it too salty? I think I miscalculated the water ratio.”
“No… it’s perfect… *sob*… I miss my mother…”
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Yoo Yi-soo buried her face in her rice bowl, weeping as she ate. Three years of survival on rotten meat and muddy water flashed before her eyes like a lantern show.
The grand mission of saving humanity? She had forgotten such lofty ideals long ago.
She had only yearned for this simple warmth—one honest meal, shared across a table with someone she loved.
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“Director, is there more kimchi? This stuff is a total rice thief.”
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Ma Dong-tak asked as he finished his second bowl of rice.
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“Ration it carefully. Here, kimchi is precious. No refills. Save the broth—we’ll make fried rice with it.”
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Lee Shin-woo and Seo Ji-hoo ate in silence, shoveling rice into their bowls. Ordinarily, these gourmands wouldn’t touch anything below five-star cuisine, yet in this moment, the instant kimchi stew was the finest dish in the world.
This place was hell—a death trap where monsters could strike at any moment. But within this small hospital built of white bone, they were no longer solitary heroes. They were family, huddled in a warm ondol room, sharing rice together.
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“Burrrp.”
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Balakas, having devoured ten kilograms of ribs, released a satisfied belch.
A peaceful meal. Yet the savory aroma that drifted from it reached more than just their nostrils.
From the darkness, hundreds of crimson eyes fixed upon the hospital.
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“Sniff sniff… what is this smell?”
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A sweet and spicy fragrance—so alien to the Demon Realm, where only blood and decay had ever lingered—began to spread. The inhabitants of the Demon Realm, intrigued by this bizarre “restaurant,” turned their attention toward it. Whether it was curiosity, hunger, or the beginning of another fateful encounter, no one could say.
Jin-hyuk set down his spoon and grinned wickedly.
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“Looks like customers are coming. Let’s have some coffee and prepare for round two.”

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