An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 31

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Chapter 31
Arcana Resort, Basement Level 3 [Grand Conference Hall – Omega].
Under normal circumstances, this luxurious banquet hall would host VIPs from various nations sipping wine and enjoying ballroom dancing, but the air here now felt heavier than lead.
With each breath, the lungs stung from the intertwining of high-density magical and divine energy, sparking against one another.
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“Ahem, hmm.”
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Chairman Song, the supreme leader of Song Group, one of South Korea’s largest conglomerates, swallowed dryly.
He was a businessman who had weathered countless storms, yet this gathering proved far too overwhelming for a mere mortal’s capacity.
To his right sat a golden-haired handsome man with a halo shimmering behind him—Michael, Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Realm.
Thanks to yesterday’s physical therapy—or rather, what might be called a duel—his complexion was healthy, yet the oppressive aura emanating from him remained unchanged.
And to his left.
The “neighborhood uncle” appearance from yesterday, watering flowers, had vanished without a trace.
Frenzy King Asura, the ruler of the West, sat with arms crossed, impeccably dressed in formal attire.
But the real problem lay beside him.
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“Listen here, Asura. Have you no pride? How dare you share a table with those cowardly chickens from the Heavenly Realm?”
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A man exhaling pitch-black smoke, his legs propped upon the table.
Second in rank of the Demon Realm—Mammon, the Lord of Greed.
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“Shut your mouth, Mammon. Before I scatter ash across your garden.”
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Asura replied quietly.
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“Hmph, looks like tending flower beds has made your head a flower bed too. Two of the Four Demon Kings attending a conference hosted by humans—what a disgrace to the Demon Realm.”
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Mammon clicked his tongue.
His entire body was adorned with jewelry made of gold bars and gemstones.
His eyes continuously scanned the conference hall’s furnishings, calculating their value.
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‘That chandelier has quite a high concentration of magical stones. I could fetch three hundred million gold for it if I took it.’
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True to his nature as the Lord of Greed, everything was converted to currency in his mind. Such was Mammon’s essence.
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“Now, now, distinguished guests shouldn’t quarrel. The table is expensive, you see. Italian craftsmen carved this marble piece by piece.”
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The heavy door creaked open, and Kang Jin-hyuk entered.
Behind him followed Yoo Yi-soo and Seo Ji-hoo, along with goblin secretaries dressed in neat tuxedos, carrying stacks of documents.
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“Director Kang, you’re late.”
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Michael raised his arm in greeting.
The way his shoulder rotated was remarkably natural.
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“My apologies. I was held up doing a final review of the product specifications. Has everyone eaten?”
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I took my seat at the head of the table and asked.
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“Food? You claimed this would guarantee ‘substantial profits,’ so I made the trip here myself. If you can’t convince me within ten minutes, this resort will become my property. Mark my words.”
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Mammon issued his threat.
His murderous intent surged toward me.
Chairman Song was already on the verge of collapse.
But I didn’t bat an eye.
Instead, I curved my lips upward and stared directly at Mammon.
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“Lord Mammon. You’ve been troubled by the plummeting price of gold lately, haven’t you?”
“…!”
“I hear the inflation in the Demon Realm is no joke. Magical stone mining output is declining, you don’t have funds to pay your subordinates’ salaries. So recently, you’ve even dabbled in loan-sharking in the Human Realm, or so the rumors go.”
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Mammon’s eyes widened. That was classified information.
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“Y-you! How did you know that…!”
“Don’t underestimate my intelligence network. Understanding a patient’s background is a doctor’s fundamental duty.”
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I opened my briefcase with ease.
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“Don’t worry. The project I’m about to propose today is a revolutionary item that will not merely refill your depleted coffers—it will make them overflow with wealth.”
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I snapped my fingers.
Click!
The conference room lights dimmed, and a massive hologram materialized at the center.
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[Project: U.M.I (Universal Medical Insurance)]
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“Insurance?”
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Michael tilted his head in confusion.
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“Isn’t that just something humans need? We possess far superior physical abilities and rarely fall ill.”
“Is that truly the case?”
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I pointed the laser pointer at the screen.
The display showed war data from the Heavenly Realm and Demon Realm over the past hundred years rendered as graphs.
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“Observe. These are the casualty statistics from the Second Celestial-Demonic War. More than 70% of deaths resulted not from instant annihilation, but from wounded soldiers missing critical treatment windows during evacuation. Why do you suppose that is?”
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The room fell silent.
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“The answer is simple: [shortage of healers] and [attribute incompatibility].”
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I continued.
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“The priests of the Heavenly Realm cannot heal demons—holy power is poison to them. Conversely, dark mages cannot heal angels; they would become corrupted. Furthermore, the front lines are vast while healers are limited. You high-rankers can self-recover, but what of your subordinates?”
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The screen changed.
Harrowing footage played—lower-tier angels whimpering with torn wings, demonic beasts left abandoned with severed limbs.
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“Military strength is national strength. The cost to treat and return a single wounded soldier is less than one-tenth the cost to train a new recruit. Yet you abandon this efficient path and simply let them die. From a management perspective, that is dereliction of duty.”
“B-but that’s unavoidable, isn’t it? What can we do about attribute differences!”
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Michael bristled.
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“Which is why I’ve brought a solution.”
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I smiled wickedly.
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“What if… a system existed that enabled recovery [regardless of attribute], [anytime, anywhere], [instantaneously]? What if angels could receive demonic power without corruption, and demons could receive holy power without taint?”
“Impossible. Only the Creator possesses such authority.”
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Asura shook his head. It violated the laws of the Three Realms.
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“The Creator may not, but the [System] can.”
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I spread cards bearing my hospital’s logo across the table.
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“Arcana Hospital is neutral ground. Through my unique authority—[Data Conversion]—I can transmute all energy into pure [Vitality]. This was already proven yesterday during Michael and Asura’s sparring match.”
“Ah…!”
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Michael let out an exclamation of wonder.
When he’d clashed with Asura yesterday, their auras had collided fiercely, yet instead of sustaining injuries, he’d experienced the miraculous phenomenon of actually recovering.
It was no coincidence.
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“With this insurance policy, the moment your forces sustain injuries on the battlefield, my hospital’s [Healing Packs] are transmitted remotely to you. Whether they’re demons or angels makes no difference. Simply apply it and they’re healed. Saving your subordinates’ lives for 39,900 Gold per month? That’s an exceptional bargain, is it not?”
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Gulp. The sound of swallowing echoed throughout the room.
Michael’s eyes, in particular, gleamed with fervent interest.
His armies had always suffered devastating casualty rates.
If he could reduce troop losses to nearly zero, conquering the Demon Realm would no longer be merely a dream.
Yet it was Mammon who possessed the keenest nose for the scent of profit.
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“Wait. That’s wonderful from a ‘consumer’ perspective. But what scraps fall to me? I couldn’t care less whether my subordinates live or die. What matters is whether my coffers grow fatter.”
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Truly, the Lord of Greed spoke.
Jin-hyuk flipped to the second slide as if he’d anticipated this very question.
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[Investor Profit Distribution Structure]
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“Lord Mammon, operating this colossal system requires substantial initial capital. We must install [Energy Converters], you see. If you invest as the ‘majority shareholder’ in this venture… I shall distribute 3.5% of the insurance premiums paid by 8 billion humans from the Human Realm, 1 million angels from the Heavenly Realm, and 5 million demons from the Demon Realm as dividends to you.”
“…!!”
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Mammon’s mental calculator spun like a madman’s.
Combining the populations of all three realms—tens of billions.
3.5% of what they paid monthly?
This wasn’t merely sitting on a money cushion—it was lounging upon an entire planet made of gold.
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“Furthermore, I grant you exclusive sales rights to the [Dungeon Accident Insurance] product. Instead of paying compensation to injured Hunters from Dungeons, you gain first priority to purchase the byproducts they’ve obtained.”
“Ha… hahaha! You’re insane! You’re absolutely insane! I’ve never encountered a con artist like you among humans!”
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Mammon erupted into uproarious laughter.
It wasn’t mockery.
It was the delight of encountering a kindred spirit.
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“Fine. I’ll invest. I’ll drain half my treasury if it means investing! In exchange, raise my equity stake to 4%!”
“3.8%. I cannot go higher. I must reserve a portion for Lord Zeruel.”
“Tch, you’re a stickler. Very well—3.8% it is!”
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Mammon slammed the table with a resounding crack. In an instant, the second-ranked demon of the Demon Realm had been brought into the fold.
Now only Michael and Chairman Song remained.
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“The Heavenly Realm values righteousness over mere profit, doesn’t it?”
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I looked toward Michael.
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“If the Heavenly Realm becomes the [Official Certification Authority] for this insurance system, every healing package would bear the ‘Heavenly Realm Certification Mark.’ This would restore the waning faith and provide tremendous assistance to missionary efforts.”
“Ooh… my face goes on the packaging?”
“Of course. Limited edition packages will include Michael’s photo card as well.”
“Deal!”
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Michael agreed instantly. Such a straightforward fellow.
Finally, Chairman Song. He asked with a trembling voice.
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“Um, what should I… do?”
“Chairman Song, you’ll take on the role of [Chief Sales Distributor] for Earth. Through Song Group’s distribution network, you’ll sell this insurance to Hunters across the entire world. We’ll ensure you receive generous commissions.”
“Ah, understood! I’ll dedicate myself to this!”
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Chairman Song nearly shed tears of gratitude.
Not only had he survived between gods and demons, but now he held exclusive business rights on Earth.
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“Well then, since everyone agrees, let me prepare the contract—”
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The moment I reached into my pocket to retrieve the parchment contract.
Uuuuuung—!
The space in the conference room suddenly warped. The chandelier on the ceiling swayed violently, and the sealed windows trembled. An absolute “pressure” descended upon the space—something entirely different from the previous clashes of will.
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[Warning!]
[A higher-dimensional entity is attempting interference.]
[The System Management Bureau has dispatched an ‘Inspector.’]
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Michael, Asura, and even Mammon rose from their seats simultaneously.
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“This aura…!”
“The administrators? Why are those stuffed shirts here?”
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The void tore open, and a woman in a black suit stepped through.
Her face resembled an egg ghost—featureless, without eyes, nose, or mouth.
Yet her mere presence radiated an overwhelming aura that could stop the heart of any S-rank Hunter.
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[System Management Bureau Third Division Inspector, codename ‘Judge.’]
[Defendant Kang Jin-hyuk is under investigation for ‘System Disruption’ and ‘Illegal Profit Activities’.]
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The mechanical voice pierced directly into my mind.
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“Oh dear, an uninvited guest has arrived.”
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I clicked my tongue.
Perhaps I had indeed played my hand too boldly.
It seemed I couldn’t escape the System’s gaze after all.
Just as the grand unification of the Three Realms loomed within reach, the most troublesome adversary had crashed the party.
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“Illegal? I conduct my business entirely legitimately, paying all my taxes.”
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I responded with shameless audacity.
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[Silence will not work. The ‘Insurance’ system you created poses a serious risk of damaging causality. I hereby issue an immediate termination order.]
[If you refuse, I will proceed with the ‘Deletion’ protocol.]
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Deletion.
That single word froze the conference room in dread.
An Administrator’s deletion was not death.
It was the annihilation of existence itself.
But.
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“Deletion, you say….”
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I laughed softly and turned to regard the steadfast ‘shareholders’ standing behind me.
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“Did you all hear that, my esteemed shareholders? This person intends to destroy my business? Then your dividends and health recoveries would all come to nothing.”
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At those words, cyan flames flickered in Mammon’s eyes.
Michael drew his flaming sword anew, and six arms shimmered into existence behind Asura like heat haze.
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“Who dares delete my money?”
“How dare you interfere with the Heavenly Realm’s official enterprise?”
“Pay me back for my trumpet flower fertilizer.”
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My lips curled into a grin.
This was precisely ‘fighting poison with poison’.
A System Administrator?
Before the mightiest beings of the Three Realms—those whose eyes had turned to gold at the sight of wealth, prestige, and leisure—I was nothing but a nuisance to their operations.
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“Now then, Inspector. Why don’t you tell us again? Whose deletion are you proposing?”

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