An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41
[Floor 8: Abyss Laboratory]
[Warning: Unethical zone where bioexperiments and chimera manufacturing are conducted.]
[Special Note: Thick formaldehyde stench and the screams of vengeful spirits.]
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Ding—!
The moment the elevator doors slid open, a nauseating stench wafted through. The air, a putrid mixture of rotting flesh and acrid chemicals, burned the lungs with every breath.
It was the sickening reek of death—the polar opposite of the refined scent of books from the 7th Floor Library.
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“Ugh…!”
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Luna clamped her hand over her mouth and gagged.
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“The air itself is rotten here. It’s absolutely horrifying.”
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Baek Mu-young furrowed his brow and gripped his sword hilt tightly.
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“Even on the battlefield, I’ve never smelled anything like this. This is a slaughterhouse.”
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The interior of the laboratory was nothing short of hellish. Transparent glass tubes contained grotesque beasts with limbs rearranged in impossible configurations, floating suspended in fluid. On surgical tables, living creatures still clinging to life lay dissected, their anguished moans echoing through the chamber.
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“Oho? Fresh materials have walked right to my doorstep.”
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From deeper within the laboratory, the mad doctor Franken emerged, leading an army of chimeras. Blood-stained surgical gown, electric saw, and grotesque hybrid beasts in tow.
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“Oho? The physique of a Sword Saint… the intellect of a Dark Elf… and the heart of an S-rank Attacker. Perfect additions to my collection!”
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Franken’s eyes gleamed as he regarded Jin-hyuk’s party.
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“Jin-hyuk, that lunatic doesn’t seem like he’ll listen to reason. Should we just pulverize him?”
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Yoo Yi-soo drew her twin blades with lethal intent. The metallic ring of steel against steel shattered the laboratory’s silence. Her gaze burned with the determination to reduce those flesh-heaps to sashimi.
But Jin-hyuk raised his hand to stop her.
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“No. Simply cutting him down would be too merciful. He needs more than physical therapy—he needs psychiatric treatment.”
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Franken spun his surgical electric saw with a whine, advancing toward them. Behind him, grotesquely modified synthetic beasts drooled as they tightened their encirclement.
Jin-hyuk walked steadily forward toward Franken. His pupils flashed golden. [Eye of Divine Oath] activated, scanning Franken’s condition.
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[Diagnosis: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Sadistic Tendencies, Syndrome-Grade Megalomania.]
[Prescription: Intensive shock therapy and psychological restructuring.]
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“You call yourself a doctor?”
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Jin-hyuk asked quietly.
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“That’s right! I possess the divine technique to transcend the limits of life itself—”
“Spare me. You’re just a butcher with a blade.”
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Jin-hyuk withdrew something from his pocket. It wasn’t a weapon.
It was a new therapeutic method—a fusion of [Fundamentals of Hypnosis] and [Phantom Grimoire] retrieved from the 7th Floor Library, combined with his unique skill [Taming: Mental Domination].
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“Patient, your condition is quite severe. You’ve reached a state where you don’t even recognize what you’ve done.”
“What, what are you saying? How dare you treat me like a patient?”
“Yes. We’re now beginning [Psychiatric Deep Counseling]. Prepare yourself.”
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Jin-hyuk snapped his fingers sharply.
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[Skill: Psychodrama – Chamber of Guilt]
[Phantom Magic: Wail of the Dead]
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Uuuuooooong—!
The laboratory’s lights shifted to a sickly crimson. The space warped, and thousands of hands erupted from the ground beneath Franken’s feet.
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“What, what is this!”
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Franken stumbled backward in horror.
These weren’t made of earth or stone. They were pallid, skeletal hands—impaled on stakes, severed by chainsaws—the hands of tens of thousands of victims he had used as experimental material.
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“Teacher… it hurts….”
“Give it back… give me back my leg….”
“Mom… I want to go home….”
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Translucent forms materialized in the air. A decapitated goblin, a flayed orc, an elf with its skull excavated—the memories of all the lives Franken had desecrated as mere “materials” had taken tangible form.
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“No, no! You’re just meat! My masterpieces!”
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Franken swung his chainsaw. But it passed harmlessly through the specters.
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“Masterpieces?”
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My voice reverberated throughout the entire laboratory. Like a divine pronouncement.
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“Why don’t you have a conversation with those artworks of yours? Let them show you how much they love you.”
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Szzzzzt. The vengeful spirits began clinging to Franken’s body. There was no physical assault. But each time their cold hands made contact, the ‘agony’ they had endured was transmitted directly into Franken’s mind.
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[The searing pain of flesh being torn apart.]
[The horror of vivisection while still alive.]
[The anguish of losing beloved family.]
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“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
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Franken clutched his head and screamed. Tens of thousands of agonies struck his brain all at once. The impact felt as though his prefrontal cortex was melting away.
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“No! Stop! Please, stop!”
“Stop? But our session is just beginning.”
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I looked down at him coldly, arms crossed.
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“This is what you’ve done over a hundred years. You still have a long way to go before you experience all a hundred years’ worth of suffering. Luna, cast time acceleration magic.”
“Yes! Understood!”
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Luna swung her staff and cast [Time Acceleration]. Franken’s subjective time dilated—one second stretched into a year. Throughout that eternity, he was forced to relive infinitely, from the victims’ perspective, the horrific atrocities he had committed.
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“Ugh… I’m… I’m sorry… please… save me….”
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Franken crawled across the floor and grasped at my ankles. The arrogant gleam in the mad doctor’s eyes had vanished, replaced only by the terrified gaze of a frightened child.
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“Please… make these voices stop… I’m sorry… I was wrong….”
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Tears, snot, and saliva streamed down his face as he begged—a pitiful sight.
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“Hmm. So you’re finally developing some insight.”
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I snapped my fingers and dispelled the phantoms. Whoosh. The vengeful spirits vanished, and the crimson lighting extinguished.
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“Gasp… gasp….”
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Franken lay sprawled on the ground, drenched in sweat. He felt as though he had just returned from hell itself.
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“Well, the treatment is complete.”
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Jin-hyuk withdrew a pre-written invoice from his pocket.
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“Psychiatric deep counseling (emergency consultation), shock therapy, time acceleration procedure fees… and victim compensation included.”
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Jin-hyuk thrust the paper forward.
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“I’m seizing all your assets, research data, and remaining lifespan. Everything.”
“T-take it. Take everything. Please, just don’t let me see that phantom again.”
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Franken pressed his trembling hand against the contract. He was completely shattered. His mental state had crumbled so thoroughly that he could never hold a scalpel again.
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[Taming Successful!]
[The ruler of Floor 8, ‘Franken’, has become your slave.]
[All his research materials and chimera legion are now yours.]
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The gods watching this spectacle erupted in reaction.
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[System Message]
[The Olympian Gods are aghast.]
[The Asgardian Gods recoil at Jin-hyuk’s cruelty.]
[Ares, the God of War, mutters “This bastard is worse than me” and takes a step back.]
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An overwhelming terror that even the gods yielded to. Without drawing a single blade, Jin-hyuk had shattered his enemy’s soul through nothing but “psychological therapy”—a feat that sent shivers down their spines.
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“Phew, clean and tidy.”
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Jin-hyuk pocketed the contract with satisfaction.
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“Team leader, throw this bastard in the underground prison. And Luna, release all the chimeras here and treat them. They’re our patients now.”
“Yes! Understood!”
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Everything had gone smoothly. Floor 8 cleared perfectly. Only a few floors remained.
But just as Jin-hyuk exhaled in relief and turned toward the elevator.
Zzzt… zzzt…
The space trembled. It wasn’t a simple earthquake. A bizarre noise as if The Tower’s system itself was malfunctioning.
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[Warning!]
[Unknown data is infiltrating the system.]
[System firewall is being forcibly disabled.]
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“…?”
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My footsteps froze. A chill ran down my spine—a sensation unlike anything I had experienced before. Not the overwhelming might of Zeus. Not the murderous intent of Hera. This was something else entirely.
It was as though The Abyss itself, from beyond the universe, had opened its eyes and was staring down at me—a primal terror.
Kwaaaang!
The laboratory ceiling was torn away. A black sky revealed itself, but the familiar stars were nowhere to be found.
Instead, an immense, indescribable ‘something’ composed of incomprehensible geometric patterns and countless eyes loomed overhead.
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[System error detected.]
[Connection to existing gods is being severed.]
[Zeus, Odin, Ra… connection lost.]
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“What? Is this a broadcast malfunction?”
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Yoo Yi-soo crossed her twin blades in an X formation, assuming a defensive stance. But her expression had hardened in a way that was unlike her usual demeanor.
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“Jin-hyuk, something feels wrong about this. My blade energy… it’s not working. My arms feel as heavy as if they were submerged in water.”
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[All physical/magical resistance increased by 99%.]
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For a physical damage dealer like Yoo Yi-soo, the sensation of her blade failing to connect meant death. Yet she did not lower her swords. Instead, she stepped in front of me, lowering her stance.
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“Still… I will protect my husband.”
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[New administrator is logging in.]
[ID: ??? (The Outer God)]
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The mechanical system voice transformed into a chilling, dual-toned utterance.
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[…How amusing. Most amusing indeed.]
[These insects struggle so valiantly.]
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That voice resonated directly within my mind. Baek Mu-young collapsed to his knees in agony.
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“Ugh… my qi… is being crushed….”
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[Your games thus far have been far too tedious. Those Olympian fools are far too weak.]
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The eyes of the sky fixed upon me.
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[Playing doctor? Taming? Money games? How adorable.]
[But now I shall show you true ‘despair’.]
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Whoooosh! The entirety of Floor 8 was consumed by black code.
The system window, which had been crimson, transformed into an absolute, pitch-black darkness.
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“Difficulty… Nightmare?”
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My pupils trembled. This was not part of the plan. Intervention from a ‘third entity’—neither the Tower’s administrator nor the gods. The genre of the game had shifted.
Until now, it had been a ‘broken protagonist’ narrative where I controlled the board and played freely. Now it had become a ‘cosmic horror survival’ story where survival itself could not be guaranteed.
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[I shall open the door to the 9th Floor for you.]
[However, the common sense you once knew will hold no sway there.]
[Welcome, my little playthings.]
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Crunch-crunch-crunch!
The elevator leading to the next floor transformed. The pristine metal doors vanished, replaced by a gaping maw of writhing black that opened like a living creature.
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“Jin-hyuk…”
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Yoo Yi-soo gripped my hand tightly. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly.
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“If we go in there… we might never come back.”
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I swallowed hard. An overwhelming gap in power. This was no opponent my tricks or silver tongue could sway. And yet.
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“If we can’t come back, then I’ll just make that place my home.”
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I forced a smile and squeezed Yoo Yi-soo’s hand in return. I turned to see Luna and Baek Mu-young, both paralyzed with fear.
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“Team Lead, Luna. Hold on tight. From here on, even a safety belt won’t help.”
“Director… I’m scared.”
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Luna’s voice wavered with tears.
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“I’m scared too. But what can we do? I can’t let that middle-school syndrome patient skip out on his hospital bills and run away.”
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Jinhyuk loosened his tie roughly. His eyes blazed once more with fierce determination. Whether his opponent was a god, The Outer God, or a nightmare—it made no difference. I am a predator who came to this Tower to devour it whole.
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“Let’s go. Round two begins.”
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The four of them hurled themselves into the gaping black maw. The elevator that swallowed them shrieked like a dying creature as it surged upward—or perhaps deeper still, plunging into The Abyss itself.
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[Moving to Floor 9: Twisted Twilight Forest.]
[Survival Probability: 0.001%]
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In the space where Jinhyuk’s party vanished, only the hollow echo of laughter left behind by an unknown god reverberated through the void.

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