An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 36
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Chapter 36
Ding—!
[Arrived at 4th Floor: Colosseum of Struggle.]
The moment the elevator doors slid open, my sense of smell seized control first. The acrid, metallic stench of old blood dried to rust. The reek of beast musk. And beneath it all, the choking, sulfurous stench of burning flesh.
“Ugh… the smell is unbearable. The air itself is completely different from Floors 1, 2, and 3.”
Luna pinched her nose, her brow furrowing. The tip of her staff trembled ever so slightly. She felt it instinctively—this place was not governed by reason or logic, but by raw savagery alone, where only tearing and killing held dominion.
Waaaaaaah—!
A roar that threatened to shatter eardrums filled the Colosseum. The spectator stands were not packed with the living, but with tens of thousands of phantoms—those who had died climbing the tower—packed shoulder to shoulder, their frenzied cheers echoing with madness.
“Kill them! Tear them apart!”
“Blood! More blood!”
I lowered my sunglasses slightly, staring at the grotesque spectacle before me.
‘This is no mere fighting pit. This is a colossal altar.’
A system that harvested the resentment of phantoms and funneled it to the champion, who then slaughtered challengers to provide entertainment for the gods.
[System Warning!]
[Interference detected from ‘Higher Beings (Gods)’ exceeding administrator authority.]
[4th Floor difficulty forcibly recalibrated.]
[Difficulty: Normal → Hell]
Above, between black storm clouds, countless stars glimmered. They were not stars. They were the eyes of foreign gods from Olympus, Asgard, and The Abyss, opened wide to witness this thrilling spectacle.
‘So they were quite irritated that I cleaned out the entire 3rd Floor casino? They’ve set the stage deliberately.’
I twisted my lips into a smile. What the gods wanted was transparent. They wanted to see humanity despair before overwhelming force, to watch it torn to shreds in misery.
“Jin-hyuk, over there… the gate is opening.”
Luna’s voice dripped with terror. On the opposite side of the arena, a massive iron gate groaned as it rose with a screech.
Thoom… thoom….
With each footstep, the Colosseum’s floor trembled. Black mist coiled upward, and finally, from within it, the master of the 4th Floor revealed himself.
A worn, tattered gi. A torn straw hat draped over it. In his hand, a wooden sword—its surface chipped and soaked in blood.
At first glance, he might have appeared to be a shabby ronin. But his body had long since transcended the boundaries of what could be called ‘human.’
Crack, crackle.
Black scales protruded across his skin like armor, encasing his entire body, while grotesquely twisted bone wings sprouted from his back. From the corners of his mouth, cyan demonic energy seeped out alongside saliva that dripped like a wild beast’s.
“Grrrrr… die… ing….”
A sound closer to a beast’s growl than human speech. Yet I recognized him instantly. The portrait of a hero I had seen countless times while researching the Tower’s records.
[Former Sword Saint – Baek Mu-young]
A legendary Hunter who, a hundred years ago, was called humanity’s strongest and vanished while climbing the Tower. He had been cursed by the gods, stripped of human dignity, and thoroughly corrupted into a ‘Fighting Dog’—bound here in this place.
[Entity Name: Fallen Sword Saint (Lv.99)]
[Status: Beastification (98%), Frenzy, Uncontrollable.]
[Special Notes: Biological weapon modified by the gods.]
“This can’t be… Sword Saint Baek Mu-young has become such a monster….”
Luna staggered backward in shock. The killing intent radiating from an SSS-rank beast pierced her skin like needles.
But my eyes were different. My pupils flashed with golden light.
[Unique Skill: Tamer’s Eye Activated]
In my vision, Baek Mu-young’s body unfolded like a crimson anatomical diagram. The movement of muscles, the flow of mana, the degree of nerve damage, and even the parasitic demonic energy infesting his brain.
‘My god. Such a perfect specimen exists?’
I trembled. Fear? Pity? No. It was a primal ‘thrill.’ Though his body had been modified and was now rampaging, the foundation beneath it all was the pinnacle of martial prowess humanity could achieve. Add to that the explosive regeneration and raw strength of a demonic beast.
This wasn’t a raging monster. It was an unclaimed, unscratched ‘lottery ticket’ waiting for its true owner.
“Luna.”
“Y-yes! Should we run? The elevator is still….”
“Grab the bag.”
I stripped off the white doctor’s coat I was wearing and tossed it to Luna. It fluttered through the air—pure white fabric cutting through space. Beneath it lay a black shirt optimized for mobility and the taut, hardened muscles built from countless battles against demonic beasts.
“Run? The patient is suffering like that, groaning in pain. How can a doctor turn away?”
“P-patient? That’s not a patient! That’s just a monster!”
“No. Look carefully. His shoulder muscles are bunched up too much, causing his trapezius to rise, and his spine has severe scoliosis. Plus, demonic residue is clogged in his cerebral blood vessels, which is why he’s spouting nonsense.”
I was serious. Of course, from Luna’s perspective, it sounded insane.
“Medication won’t work. The gods have already used too many potent curses on you. You’ve built up a tolerance.”
I glanced around, then picked up a heavy steel beam rolling across the ground. It appeared to be debris from the Colosseum—a 1.5-meter chunk of metal.
“In cases like this, [Special Physical Therapy] is the most direct cure.”
I cracked my wrists and gripped the steel beam like a baseball bat.
“Brace yourself, beast. This is going to hurt.”
“Rooooaaaargh!”
Baek Mu-young launched himself forward, tearing up the earth beneath his feet.
Boom!
The ground collapsed where he landed. This was no ordinary leap—a charge that shattered the sound barrier.
Whoosh—!
The wooden sword tore through space, aiming for my throat. Even corrupted, the Sword Saint’s technique remained. No—the beast’s instincts had made it even more vicious.
Clang—!!
Sparks erupted with a sharp metallic ring. I didn’t dodge. I struck the wooden sword precisely with the steel beam. The impact threatened to split my palms, but my feet remained planted like roots.
“Strong. Very healthy. You pass.”
A savage smile spread across my face.
[Skill: Beast Taming – Intimidation]
[Skill: Precision Strike]
The aura of an apex predator suppressing wild beasts radiated from my body. For just an instant, Baek Mu-young’s movements faltered. His beast instincts had recognized the man before him not as prey, but as a natural predator.
That 0.1-second opening. I seized it without hesitation.
“Beginning treatment! Starting with vertebra number one!”
Crack!
The steel beam lashed across Baek Mu-young’s back. This was no simple beating. A precise strike designed to forcibly sever the flow of demonic energy lodged between each vertebra.
“Ugh!”
Baek Mu-young staggered, but immediately spun and swung his sword. A horizontal slash—a trajectory that would have split me in half if it connected.
I leaned back, dodging the blade by a hair’s breadth. A shirt button was severed clean away.
“Your form is terrible! Your shoulders are far too tense!”
Crack!
This time, it was the shoulder. Between the clavicle and scapula, where nerves clustered densely, I drove the end of the steel beam through.
“You’ve got subacromial impingement syndrome, you mutt! That’s what happens when you abuse your arm like that!”
“Grrr…!”
“Don’t growl! Patients keep their mouths shut and listen to the doctor!”
Crash!
Bang!
Thwack!
One-sided beating… no, treatment continued relentlessly.
The spectral audience in the stands fell silent. They had anticipated a bloodbath of carnage, not this bizarre “cudgel massage.”
Baek Mu-young was losing his mind. He was clearly faster and stronger. The stat difference was overwhelming. Yet whenever he tried to attack and exert force, at precisely the worst moment, a vital point would be struck and his strength would drain away. It felt like someone had stolen the instruction manual to his own body.
Jin-hyuk was a specialist in demonic beasts. He had the experience of dissecting, treating, and reassembling tens of thousands of them.
A humanoid demonic beast? To him, it was nothing more than a model kit he could assemble with his eyes closed.
“Grrrrr…!”
Baek Mu-young crawled on all fours, breathing heavily. Every bone in his body screamed in agony. Yet strangely, alongside the pain from each blow came a peculiar sense of relief. The sensation of blocked meridians opening up.
“Are you being a good boy now?”
Jin-hyuk approached, resting the steel beam across his shoulder.
“Not yet. The fungus lodged in your brain hasn’t been cleared.”
I retrieved a [Highly Concentrated Holy Water Ampule] from my inventory. A hundred times the concentration of ordinary holy water. It would sear the flesh of a demonic beast on contact, but nothing was better for purifying demonic energy.
“Now, say ‘ahhh.’ Medicine going in.”
“Kyieeeek!”
Baek Mu-young lunged forward, instinctively refusing, his jaws snapping.
“Tsk! This untrained mutt!”
I struck upward at Baek Mu-young’s jaw with the steel beam. Crack! His jaw lifted and his mouth was forced open.
“Swallow.”
I shoved the holy water ampoule deep down his throat, sealed his mouth shut, and pinched his nose. It was the textbook method for administering medicine to a beast.
Gulp.
“Ugh… uuuaaahhhhh!”
Baek Mu-young thrashed across the floor, screaming. The holy water and demonic energy collided within his body, triggering a violent reaction.
Sizzzzzzle!
The scales covering his entire body burned away and peeled off. The bone wings sprouting from his back melted into black puddles. The gods’ curse that had been consuming his body was being forcibly expelled.
“Does it hurt? Pain is how you heal.”
I observed coldly. Over 90% of the demonic energy had drained away. Now came the final stage—the “format.”
“Luna! Turn around. You’re about to see something rough.”
“B-but this is already rough enough…!”
I gripped the steel beam like a golf club. I aimed precisely at the back of Baek Mu-young’s head—specifically, the junction where the cerebellum met the medulla oblongata.
“Neural reinitialization. Otherwise known as ‘Brain Reset!'”
[Skill: Shatter Strike]
CRAAAAAASH—!
The impact was so violent the steel beam bent. Baek Mu-young’s eyes rolled back. The tangled circuits of magical power in his brain snapped from the sudden shock, then reconnected along normal pathways.
Thud.
The legendary Sword Saint collapsed, foam flecking his lips. His body, now free of black smoke, had returned to the complete form of a “human”—battered and scarred, but whole.
“Phew….”
I tossed the bent steel beam aside and brushed back my sweat-dampened hair. My palms tingled. S-rank patients really do make for satisfying treatment.
“Surgery complete. Vital signs normal.”
I gestured to Luna.
“Luna, get me a gown. And print up an invoice. One session of specialized physical therapy—full-body massage—one bottle of concentrated holy water, and make sure to max out the ‘life surcharge.'”
A moment later, Baek Mu-young groaned and opened his eyes. It felt like waking from a terrible nightmare. His head throbbed with splitting pain, but the murderous intent and madness that had weighed on him were gone.
“Am I… alive?”
A fractured voice. I looked down at my own hands. They were human hands marked with calluses—not the claws of a beast.
“Yes. You’re alive. Perfectly fine, in fact.”
A man in a white coat stood before me, rustling through an invoice.
“Congratulations, Sword Saint. You’re fully recovered.”
“You… you saved me?”
“Saved is generous. I fixed you. Here’s your hospital bill. That comes to 50 billion Gold total.”
“…50 billion?”
Baek Mu-young’s eyes went wide. I’d been trapped for a hundred years—there was no way I had money.
“You don’t have money, right? I know. You look like a beggar.”
Jin-hyuk smiled and pulled another piece of paper from his pocket.
“So I prepared this. [Exclusive Security Contract].”
“…?”
“Become my hospital’s head of security. I’ll put the 50 billion on a 100-year payment plan, provide room and board, and throw in standard benefits. Oh, and whenever I go somewhere dangerous, just slash away with that sword of yours up front.”
Baek Mu-young stared up at Jin-hyuk blankly. That overwhelming force that had beaten me like a beast. And the near-divine medical skill that had miraculously restored me to human form. My instincts screamed it. I had to follow this male… no, this man.
This wasn’t treatment. It was perfect [taming].
“…Heh. Offering a phantom a job. You’re quite the eccentric.”
Baek Mu-young let out a hollow laugh and took the contract.
“Fine. You saved my life, so use it as you see fit. My blade is yours now.”
Thump.
Baek Mu-young pressed his thumbprint.
[Taming Successful!]
[You have acquired S-Rank Unique Monster (Human) ‘Sword Saint Baek Mu-young’.]
[Loyalty: MAX (Benefactor of Life)]
Jin-hyuk smiled with satisfaction and helped Baek Mu-young to his feet.
“You made the right call, Team Leader. Welcome to Arcana Hospital.”
I lifted my gaze toward the heavens. At the gods still watching from beyond the clouds, I raised my middle finger and winked.
‘See that? The monster you created just became my loyal hound.’
Thunder cracked across the sky—the sound of divine rage. But I hummed a cheerful tune.
“Let’s head out, Team Leader. Luna, pack up. I hear the 5th Floor is quite pleasant.”
I pulled a candy from my pocket and slipped it into Baek Mu-young’s mouth.
“Consider it a bonus. You swallowed bitter medicine—you deserve something sweet.”
Baek Mu-young’s lips curved into an awkward smile as the candy rolled across his tongue. The final punctuation mark of beast training was always a treat.
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