An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14
“Ah… ahhh…!”
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Suppressed moans spilled from the lips of Kayla, the Third Legion Commander of the Phantom King’s Legion and a dark elf warrior.
The cold-blooded female warrior who wouldn’t bat an eye even if her arm were severed on the battlefield was crumbling apart over a mere ointment applied to her wrist.
Her wrist. The skin that had been darkly discolored for decades and cracked like a tortoise shell had become smooth as a baby’s skin wherever the ointment touched.
But most importantly, it was the sensation. That relentless, bone-deep itching that had tormented her—the pain that clawed at her consciousness while sleeping and eating—had vanished as if it were a lie.
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“What… what kind of magic is this?”
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Kayla looked up at Jin-hyuk with trembling eyes.
Was this human a sorcerer?
No, it was a curse that no high-level healing magic could resolve.
Yet all he did was apply a white cream?
Jin-hyuk snorted.
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“Magic? It’s just a mixture of [steroids] and [antifungal cream]. Your condition isn’t a curse.”
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Jin-hyuk pointed at Kayla’s leather armor with his finger.
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“You wear non-breathable leather armor in this humid Abyss floor and trudge around 365 days a year without ventilation, so your skin rots. In the human world, we call that ‘athlete’s foot’ or ‘eczema.’ It’s a very common disease.”
“Ath… athlete’s foot?”
“Yes. It means fungi are thriving and dancing on your skin.”
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Kayla’s face flushed crimson. Fungi on the body of a noble dark elf.
It was humiliating. But stronger than the shame was the hope that she could be cured.
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“Do you have more of that medicine?”
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Kayla asked, swallowing her pride.
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“My armpits and… the insides of my thighs are driving me mad with itching.”
“I have plenty. But like I said, it’s not free.”
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Jin-hyuk made a gesture of tapping a calculator. Then he swept his gaze over the fifty dark elf soldiers lined up behind Kayla.
They stood solemnly with their spears, but looking closely, they were all either crossing their legs or restraining the urge to scratch through gaps in their armor.
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“Looks like your subordinates caught it too. Why not treat everyone at once? I can hear complaints about the legion’s combat effectiveness all the way over here.”
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Kayla bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it.
Recently, soldiers had been losing focus due to itching, causing operational failure rates to skyrocket.
This was no mere illness—it threatened the very survival of the Legion.
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“Fine. Treat them. I’ll pay handsomely for your services.”
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Kayla dismounted from the black panther and knelt before me.
Truth be told, the itching had weakened her legs so much she could barely stand.
I turned around with a smirk spreading across my face.
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“Alright, everyone hear that? We’re officially open for business!”
“Are… are you really going through with this?”
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Lee Shin-woo clicked his tongue in disbelief.
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“We need to make money. Ma Dong-tak, line up the patients. Seo Ji-hoo, prepare ice packs.”
“Why do I have to make ice packs…?”
“Cooling is the best way to soothe inflamed skin. Hurry up, Bing-je.”
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South Korea’s S-rank Hunters grumbled as they moved into position. A makeshift clinic was set up in the courtyard.
Clinic Name: [Arcana Dermatology Clinic – The Abyss Branch 1].
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“Next patient! Come in!”
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Park Chul-woo—or rather, Ma Dong-tak—bellowed loudly.
The first patient was a Dark Elf adjutant.
He shuffled nervously and sat before me.
Once his armor came off, his entire back was covered in crimson welts and pustules.
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“Ouch, that’s severe. You haven’t slept all night, have you?”
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I clicked my tongue sympathetically. The adjutant nodded tearfully.
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“I scratched my back unconsciously in my sleep until it bled… my armor stuck to my skin.”
“Don’t worry. Starting tonight, I’ll have you sleeping like a baby.”
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I filled a basin with water and mixed in disinfectant, then scrubbed the affected area vigorously with a rough brush.
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“Aaaah! It hurts!”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I’m scrubbing away the dead skin. Bear with it.”
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Once the disinfection was complete, I placed an ice pack that Seo Ji-hoo had prepared onto his back.
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​”Ahhhhh···.”
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A satisfied groan escaped the deputy commander’s lips. The burning heat that had plagued him vanished in an instant.
Next came my special ointment—an Earth-based salve blended with medicinal herbs from The Abyss, amplifying its efficacy a hundredfold.
I pulled on rubber gloves and applied the ointment generously.
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​”Apply it twice daily, and wear loose, well-ventilated clothing for the time being. Absolutely no armor.”
​”B-but if I don’t wear armor, my defense will···.”
​”Dying from itching or dying from a blade—it’s all the same. Let’s get you healed first.”
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Once treatment concluded, the deputy commander rose with an expression of pure elation.
He rummaged through his pockets and produced something carefully.
[Phantom Mushrooms] and [Shadow Spider Silk]—both rare materials that grew only in the Eastern Forest.
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​”Will these suffice? These are all I have···.”
​”More than enough. Next!”
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The clinic moved with remarkable efficiency.
Patients lined up in succession.
Elves with athlete’s foot, elves with eczema, elves with atopic dermatitis···.
Given the Dark Elves’ natural affinity for darkness, skin ailments were practically their curse.
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​”Doctor! My groin area···!”
​”Drop your trousers. Don’t be embarrassed. Before a physician, everyone is simply flesh and blood.”
​”Doctor! My scalp itches terribly—I’m losing my hair!”
​”Seborrheic dermatitis. Use this shampoo. It contains menthol, so it’ll feel refreshing.”
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An hour later, all fifty Dark Elves had completed their treatment. They lay scattered across the hospital grounds—not from pain, but from overwhelming comfort and drowsiness.
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​”I feel alive again···.”
​”It doesn’t itch··· it really doesn’t itch···.”
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The elves’ faces, liberated from their infernal itching, bore the serene expression of enlightened monks.
Kayla, the legion commander, was no exception.
She had removed her armor and now wore a patient gown I’d lent her—loose, breathable clothing that prioritized comfort.
Her pride had taken a blow, but she could not sacrifice this blissful relief.
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​”Human··· or rather, esteemed physician.”
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Kayla approached me. Her demeanor had shifted a complete 180 degrees from before.
The murderous glint in her eyes had vanished, replaced by profound respect and gratitude.
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​”Thank you. Thanks to you, our Legion feels reborn.”​
​”Don’t mention it. What about the medical fees we agreed upon?”​
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Kayla opened the saddlebag of the black panther. From within, she withdrew a jet-black jeweled box. As she opened it, a thin, translucent fabric emerged—as if it had captured the starlight of the night sky itself.
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[Item: Cloak of Illusions (S-Rank)]
[Description: A cloak woven from the Phantom King’s spider silk. When equipped, stealth ability increases by 500%, and generates phantom duplicates that nullify physical attacks.]
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​”Wow.”​
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Lee Shin-woo, watching from the side, dropped his jaw.
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​”Isn’t that… a legendary item? If we put that up for auction on Earth’s market, it would sell for whatever price we ask.”​
​”Is this sufficient as payment for the treatment?”​
​”More than enough. You’re truly generous, Commander.”​
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I pocketed the cloak with a satisfied smile. But that wasn’t my real objective.
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​”Well, the treatment is complete and we’ve settled the payment, so let’s move on to the main matter.”​
​”The main matter?”​
​”Like I said before. Take me to your king.”​
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Kayla’s expression hardened.
The Phantom King.
The ruler of the Eastern region and her liege lord.
But she couldn’t bring herself to speak easily.
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​”You wish to… meet His Majesty?”​
​”Yes. I need to treat him. From what I can tell, his condition doesn’t look good either.”​
​”······.​”
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Kayla sighed. She hesitated for a moment, then dismissed her subordinates and spoke quietly.
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​”The truth is… His Majesty’s condition is critical.”​
​”What’s wrong with him?”​
​”He… cannot sleep.”​
“Insomnia?”
“It’s not simple insomnia. Three hundred years. For a full three hundred years, he hasn’t closed his eyes for even a single second.”
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Three hundred years. A span of time that would have driven any human mad and killed them long ago. Though he endures it as a Demon King, his mind must be on the verge of complete collapse.
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“The Phantom King’s power is ‘eyes that see the invisible.’ He sees far too much. The past, the future, even the malice of others… Even with his eyes closed, phantoms appear before him. He cannot sleep.”
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Sorrow tinged Kayla’s voice.
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“As his Majesty’s madness deepens, the entire Eastern Forest is being consumed by hallucinations. We’ve suffered worsening skin conditions because of that influence as well.”
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I nodded in understanding.
Stress-induced immune deficiency.
The king goes mad, so the land grows sick, and the people living on that land sicken as well.
A classic vicious cycle.
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“Can it be cured?”
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Kayla asked desperately.
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“I’ve healed the skin, but… how can one cure a sickness of the mind?”
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I chuckled softly.
A sickness of the mind? Psychiatry?
That was modern medicine—no, the field I knew best as someone from my past life as a [K-office worker].
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“Don’t worry. I happen to specialize in [sleep clinics].”
“Truly?”
“Of course. When sleep won’t come, there’s a cure-all. Whether physical or chemical.”
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I clenched and unclenched my fists.
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“Show me the way. Let’s go put the king to sleep.”
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Deep within the Eastern Forest. The path leading to the Phantom King’s castle, the [Castle of Illusions].
I and the Hunters were moving under Kayla’s guidance.
Yoo Yi-soo lay comfortably in a palanquin that Ma Dong-tak carried, while I rode on Balakas’s back.
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“By the way, Director, psychiatry isn’t your specialty, is it?”
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Seo Ji-hoo asked quietly.
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​”A veterinarian has to be versatile. If a dog gets depressed, you have to counsel it too.​”
​”Dogs can get depressed?​”
​”Sure, if the owner’s always working late and never takes them for walks. The Phantom King’s probably the same. He’s become irritable from staying awake too long.​”
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I checked my bag. Inside were sleep inducers and sedatives, and… [an oversized bonk mallet (for knockout purposes)].
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‘If words don’t work, I’ll have to put him to sleep the physical way.’
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After passing through the forest, a massive castle appeared.
The entire structure was shrouded in hazy mist, and its walls rippled constantly, shifting their form at every moment.
A maddening architecture that made you dizzy just looking at it.
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​”We’ve arrived. This is the Castle of Illusions.​”
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Kayla stood before the castle gates. Guards crossed their spears to block the way.
“Halt! Outsiders are forbidden entry!​”​
​”Stand aside. I’ve brought a doctor to treat His Majesty.​”
​”A doctor? A human doctor, you say? But His Majesty is currently···.​”
​”Kyaaaaaaagh!!​”
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A piercing scream erupted from within the castle. Simultaneously, the mist on the castle walls turned pitch black, and the surrounding trees withered and twisted. It was the King’s seizure.
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​”Your, Your Majesty!​”
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Kayla’s face drained of color as she rushed inside. I urged Balakas forward as well.
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​”Let’s go. Perfect timing.​”
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Inside the castle, the Throne Room. It was hell itself.
The ornate throne lay shattered, and fragments of broken mirrors scattered across the floor.
And in the center of it all, a gaunt man writhed on the ground, tearing at his hair.
Pale skin, hollow eyes, disheveled purple hair. The ruler of the East, the [Phantom King].
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​”Get away! Leave me alone! Don’t look at me! Stop screaming!​”
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The Phantom King screamed at empty air.
His eyes seemed filled with invisible monsters.
Each time he swung his arms, powerful magical waves erupted, shattering the pillars.
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​”Your Majesty! Please, calm yourself!”​
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Kayla tried to approach, but a magical projectile from the Phantom King sent her flying backward.
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​”Ugh···!”​
​”Danger! Everyone, raise your barriers!”​
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Lee Shin-woo hastily erected a protective barrier.
An S-rank Demon King’s rampage. One wrong move and the entire castle would be obliterated.
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​”What should we do? Should we subdue him?”​
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Ma Dong-tak asked, raising his shield.
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​”No. Wait.”​
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I stepped forward. No barrier. No weapon.
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​”Director!”​
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The Phantom King’s unfocused eyes turned toward me.
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​”You are··· who? Another phantom come to torment me?”​
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His voice dripped with murderous intent. Yet I answered calmly.
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​”Not a phantom. I’m here for the night shift consultation.”​
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I withdrew something from my pocket. Not a weapon. Not a potion. A small [metronome].
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The rhythmic pulse echoed through the maddened Throne Room.
The Phantom King’s gaze fixed upon the metronome. A strange sound. A simple, regular rhythm he hadn’t heard in three hundred years.
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​”Quiet··· take that away···.”​
​”Focus. Focus on the sound.”​
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My voice carried magical power.
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[Skill: ‘Beast Taming (A)’-Psychological Stabilization]
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Originally, this skill was used to calm raging beasts, but it proved effective even against a Demon King whose reason had shattered.
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​”You are feeling very drowsy right now. Extremely drowsy.”​
​”Don’t be ridiculous! I cannot sleep! When I close my eyes, I see them!”​
​”You won’t see anything. I’ll block it for you.”​
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I snapped my fingers.
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​”Seo Ji-hoo! [Dark Ice]!”​
​”Huh? Ah, understood!”​
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Seo Ji-hoo swung his staff.
Black icy mist billowed forth, obscuring the Phantom King’s vision.
Not mere darkness, but a magical blindfold that severed visual perception itself.
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​”It’s… it’s dark…”​
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The Phantom King staggered. The horrifying illusions that had filled his sight dimmed, veiled by the black ice.
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​”And Lee Shin-woo! [Silence]!”​
​”Right!”​
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Lee Shin-woo sealed the space, erasing all sound.
Vision blocked. Hearing blocked. Only my voice and the metronome’s rhythm remained audible.
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​”Now, lie down comfortably. A bed is science.”​
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Ma Dong-tak rushed over and laid out a plush latex mattress brought from Earth.
The Phantom King collapsed onto it without resistance. Softness he hadn’t felt in three hundred years.
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​”Can I… can I really sleep…?”​
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The Phantom King asked like a child.
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​”You will. I’ll put you to sleep.”​
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I pulled out my final measure from my bag.
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[Sleep Anesthetic Propofol (Abyss Ver.)].
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​”Administering the medication now. One, two, three.”​
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The syringe needle pierced the Phantom King’s arm. A potent drug coursed through his veins.
The Phantom King’s eyelids grew impossibly heavy. He tried to resist, but when Jin-hyuk’s warm hand pressed gently against his forehead, all will to fight melted away.
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​”Rest now. No one will harm you.”​
​”Ah···.”​
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The Phantom King’s eyes closed. And one second later.
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​”Zzzzz··· Shhhhh···.”​
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The sound of snoring. Genuine, peaceful slumber.
Every elf in the castle covered their mouths in shock.
Kayla sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face.
Peace after three hundred years. The king had fallen asleep.
Jin-hyuk discarded the empty syringe and wiped the sweat from his brow.
Then he tapped gently on the sleeping Phantom King’s chest.
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​”Sleep well, Your Majesty. When you wake, a medical bill will be waiting for you.”​
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The first Demon Lord subjugation.
Achieved not through combat, but through [Forced Slumber]—a moment of triumph.

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