An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51
Screeeech—!
CRASH!
The outer sector of the 12th Floor’s AI Empire, Neo-Seoul. Crimson laser beams poured down like rain upon the cold metallic road. It was a barrage of fire from drone squadrons and sniper androids that blanketed the sky.
“Damn it! These cowardly bastards! They won’t cross blades honorably—they cast their sorcery from a distance!”
Namgoong Cheon, patriarch of the Namgoong Family, hurled himself behind a boulder, his blood-stained robes billowing. The spot where he’d stood moments before had melted under the intense laser heat, now bubbling like molten lava.
“Patriarch! We cannot approach! If we attempt to close the distance with our lightness techniques, we’ll be riddled with holes!”
The Huashan Sect Elder voiced his frustration. Their martial arts were supreme under heaven, yet range was the problem. Even if they unleashed sword energy, it only reached a dozen meters at best. But those mechanical fiends were firing “arrows of light” from hundreds of meters away.
Observing this tragic battlefield from the safety of a distant rooftop—an abandoned building—was their employer: the unscrupulous Alliance Leader, Kang Jin-hyuk.
“Ugh… this is driving me insane.”
I lowered my telescope and furrowed my brow.
“Hey, Kim Chun-sam. Run an analysis. How long would it take to break through that?”
Beside me stood a massive black-iron robot, balanced on one leg. Its red visor flickered as Kim Chun-sam responded.
“Calculating… beep boop. After comparative analysis of the current specs of the Murim Alliance uncles and enemy firepower, the estimated breakthrough time is ‘eternally impossible.’ Mortality probability is 99.8%. The remaining 0.2% is the chance the machines will laugh themselves to battery death.”
“Can’t you speak more pleasantly? And why won’t you help?”
“I’m a close-range escort specialist model, so long-distance combat is my weakness. Besides, I’m currently on break according to Empire Labor Union regulations. I didn’t officially join the union, but I did so in spirit.”
“This insane tin can…”
I grabbed the back of my neck. Trusting that bucket of bolts was worse than trusting a stray dog passing by. But the situation was dire. At this rate, my precious “free labor force” would be annihilated. If they died, I couldn’t even salvage scrap metal, let alone conquer the 12th Floor.
‘The efficiency is terrible. What era is this, swinging swords around like that?’
My eyes gleamed. The martial masters weren’t weak. Their “equipment” was simply anachronistic. The answer, then, was simple: an upgrade. A radical one.
I grabbed the microphone.
“Everyone, retreat! Regroup at Abandoned Factory Number 3! Move! If you’re late, I’ll double the medical fees!”
Inside the abandoned factory. The martial artists who’d barely escaped with their lives looked pathetic. Singed robes, swords with chipped blades, and above all, pride crumpled beyond recognition.
“Alliance Leader… I am ashamed. The light those western demons shoot is simply impossible to evade…”
Namgoong Cheon hung his head. Though he’d devoted his life to the blade, he could only feel helplessness before such overwhelming firepower.
“Of course. They’re shooting lasers while you’re swinging an iron club.”
I stated it matter-of-factly.
“So I’ve prepared something. Special supplies bestowed by your Alliance Leader.”
I pulled back the cloth draped over the workbench. Scattered across it were various mechanical components and wiring salvaged from the 12th Floor, along with mysterious energy cores.
“What… is this?”
“I’m going to ‘modify’ your weapons.”
“Modify?! This blade is the ‘Heavenly Thunder Sword,’ a family heirloom of the Namgoong Family! It carries the souls of our ancestors…!”
“Your ancestors would much rather see their descendants wielding laser-cutting blades than getting shot dead by lasers. Besides, that sword already lost its edge in the last battle—it’s worthless junk now anyway.”
My barrage of facts left Namgoong Cheon speechless. It was true. The Heavenly Thunder Sword was already tattered.
“Luna, you ready?”
“Yes, Kang Jin-hyuk! I’ve finished the mana conduction circuits and cooling system design!”
From one corner, Luna in her goggles picked up a welding torch and beamed brightly. An elf with a welding torch was an odd combination, but her eyes already held the gleam of a mad scientist.
“Alright, surgery begins. There’s no anesthesia, so hold tight.”
[The skill ‘Mechanical Medicine’ activates.]
Zzzzzzng—!
Blue sparks erupted from Kang Jin-hyuk’s hands.
“Aaaagh! My sword! You’ve drilled a hole through my sword!”
As Namgoong Cheon’s scream pierced the air, a drill bit embedded itself into the blade of the Heavenly Thunder Sword. Kang Jin-hyuk showed no hesitation. He hollowed out the sword’s central axis and inserted a miniature plasma generator inside. He connected a high-capacity battery pack to the hilt and coated the blade with ultra-vibration particle plating.
“Next! Huashan Sect Elders, please come over here.”
“W-well, we practice the Plum Blossom Sword Technique….”
“Plum blossom or whatever—you can’t cut anything if you can’t reach. Hand over your scabbards.”
Kang Jin-hyuk ripped off the Huashan Sect’s scabbards and plastered miniature missile launchers all over them. Luna assisted from the side, inscribing magical circles onto the weapons.
“I’ve enchanted the warheads on these missiles with Explosive Inferno Magic! When they detonate, they’ll burst in a plum blossom pattern, so don’t worry!”
“What are you saying, girl! The shape of the explosion isn’t what matters here!”
The workshop descended into absolute chaos. Mechanical whirring, screams, and Kang Jin-hyuk’s roaring “Hold still! If I mess up the soldering, your wrist gets blown off!” all blended together.
Kim Chun-sam, observing the spectacle from a corner, crossed his arms and clicked his tongue.
“Good grief… it’s horrifying. Absolutely horrifying. Is that a sword or a club? This crude modification doesn’t understand the first letter of design. Steve Jobs would weep in the afterlife. There’s no aesthetic of simplicity here, none whatsoever.”
Beris chimed in from beside him.
“I couldn’t agree more. Look at that messy wiring. It’s practically designed to collect dust. Really, the craftsmanship is so poor I can’t even bear to watch.”
But Kang Jin-hyuk didn’t stop. Efficiency. Only efficiency dominated his mind.
One hour later, the workshop door opened, and the modified martial artists walked out. Their appearance was… nothing short of shocking.
Elderly men wearing traditional robes with ammunition belts cinched around their waists and massive battery packs strapped to their backs. Wires dangled from their swords, and some even wore a scouter—a combat power meter—over one eye.
“Is this… really stronger?”
Namgoong Cheon stared down at his own sword with skepticism written all over his face. The appearance was grotesque. There was no blade—just what looked like an iron club of a handle remaining.
“Press the switch. That red button.”
Kang Jin-hyuk gestured with his chin. Namgoong Cheon pressed the button on the handle with trembling fingers.
Whoooosh—!
In an instant, a dull mechanical hum accompanied a cyan plasma column erupting from the handle’s tip. Crackle, crackle! The superheated energy burned through the air, taking the form of a blade. A 1.5-meter high-output plasma blade. What we commonly call a lightsaber.
“Huh?!”
Namgoong Cheon nearly dropped the sword in shock.
“W-what is this! Lightning is coming from the sword!”
“It’s Sword Aura. Made through science.”
Kang Jin-hyuk grinned wickedly.
“Internal energy consumption? Zero. Just swap out the battery and it’s infinite. Cutting power? It slices through steel like tofu. Weight? Light as a feather.”
Namgoong Cheon swung the sword as if entranced. Whoosh, crack! Every time the plasma blade cut through the air, a magnificent sound rang out. He barely grazed an old metal drum beside him, yet it split cleanly in two without a sound. The cut surface glowed red-hot.
“Ohhh… ohhhhh!”
Namgoong Cheon’s eyes rolled back.
“Is this… the Qi of science! It’s sharper and hotter than the Sword Aura I’ve trained my entire life to master!”
“That’s 3000 degrees, so be careful. Don’t accidentally slice your own leg off.”
Meanwhile, the Huashan Sect Elders were experiencing a new world of their own.
“Elder, look at that target over there and pull the trigger on your scabbard.”
“L-like this?”
The elder pulled the trigger attached to the scabbard.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Twelve finger-sized micro-missiles launched simultaneously from the pod attached to the scabbard. The missiles traced serpentine trajectories through the air before striking the walls of the abandoned factory.
CRASH—!!!!
BOOM!
Crimson flames erupted, and just as Luna had predicted, the explosion formed an oddly beautiful plum blossom shape.
“P-plum blossoms! The Twelve Perfections’ Plum Blossom Sword Qi has manifested!”
The elders embraced one another, tears of emotion streaming down their faces. They had achieved in a single button press what would take a lifetime of cultivation—perhaps never—to reach.
“This is the true Way! The pinnacle of martial arts converges with science itself!”
“Amitabha Buddha… I sense the cosmic principles in the rotation speed of this Gatling gun.”
Kang Jin-hyuk watched the scene with satisfaction, nodding approvingly. They had fallen. Completely fallen. The pride of a martial artist was nothing but tissue paper before overwhelming firepower.
But Kim Chun-sam, observing from the sidelines, made a retching sound as if nauseated.
“Ugh… disgusting. A horrifying hybrid of cyberpunk and martial arts. My aesthetic sensibilities have plunged into the negatives. Who chose these neon LEDs? It’s so tacky I’m going blind.”
“Hey, shut it. As long as the performance is good, that’s all that matters.”
“Performance? I doubt it. Once those middle-aged men’s batteries die, they’ll just be scarecrows holding scrap metal. And that lightsaber—the handle finish is too rough. The grip will be terrible. It’s garbage design with zero consideration for user experience.”
The martial artists seemed deaf to Kim Chun-sam’s scathing critique. They had already intoxicated themselves with the sweet taste of equipment superiority.
Back in the 12th Floor City District. The Empire’s mechanical soldiers were encircling and closing in on the Abandoned Factory.
[Warning! Multiple biological signatures detected.]
[Threat level: Low. Primitive cold weapons confirmed.]
The Empire’s AIs still underestimated the Murim Alliance. They calculated that a laser barrage would turn them into honeycomb, just like before.
But.
“Everyone, demonstrate it! The power of science bestowed upon us by the Alliance Leader!”
Namgoong Cheon stepped to the front. From the iron rod in his hand, a magnificent blade of light erupted.
“All units, draw your blades—no, all units ‘power on’!”
WHIRRRRRR—!
Dozens of lightsabers ignited simultaneously, illuminating the dark alley like neon signs. Red, blue, green. Multicolored plasma vibrated in the air.
“Charge!”
“KYAAAAA!”
The martial artists unleashed their lightness techniques and rushed forward. The mechanical soldiers frantically fired lasers, but the martial artists didn’t dodge.
Whoosh! Namgoong Cheon swung his lightsaber, deflecting the incoming laser beams.
“Hahahaha! They deflect! This blade even cuts light!”
Closing the distance in an instant, Namgoong Cheon sliced through an android’s torso. Crack. There was no resistance. Steel armor fell away like tofu, its cross-section glowing red as it melted.
“Plum Blossom Cascade—Missile Storm!”
The Huashan Sect Elders unleashed devastating fire support from the rear. Hundreds of guided missiles blanketed the sky before pouring down upon the enemy position.
KABOOM! CRASH-CRASH-BOOM! Explosions erupted, and scrap metal rained down like a deluge. It was nothing short of a massacre.
“Kahahaha! Behold! This is the Huashan blade… no, the Huashan missile!”
“Move aside! This Gatling gun shows no mercy! Hundred-Step Divine Fist rapid-fire mode!”
The sight of martial arts masters wielding cutting-edge weapons was both grotesque and overwhelming. This was the birth of ‘cyber martial arts.’
From the rear, Kang Jin-hyuk watched with his arms crossed, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
“Good. Very good. Speed has increased by 300%.”
The calculator displayed a black number—profit.
Then Kim Chun-sam quietly approached Kang Jin-hyuk’s side. In his hand was a smartphone he’d picked up from who knows where.
“Master, I’ve started broadcasting this scene.”
“A broadcast?”
“Yes. The title is [Shocking! Sengoku Era Warriors with Lightsabers Destroy Robots. Real or Fake?]. Viewership is skyrocketing right now. Donations are going crazy.”
Kim Chun-sam chuckled as he showed me the screen.
[Chat Window]
― LMAO what is this? A movie set?
“Damn, those old guys are insanely ripped”
― Are they selling those lightsabers? I need tools.
― Nah it’s CGI. Definitely CGI.
“Hey, when did you log into my account? What about the revenue?”
“Ah, that gets deducted for my maintenance costs. I need oil to survive too, you know.”
“You thieving bastard!”
I kicked at him, but Kim Chun-sam dodged fluidly while adjusting the camera angle.
“Now, subscribers. That grandfather firing lasers over there? He’s our company director… or rather, our Elder. If you send 100 super chats, he’ll fire one more missile! Come on!”
The battlefield was chaos, the martial world was corrupted, and my blood pressure was rising. But one thing was certain: this insane group had finished preparing to conquer Floor 12. This was the beginning of true plunder.
“Chun-sam, turn off the broadcast. We’re raiding the headquarters now.”
My eyes gleamed. The Cyber Murim Alliance’s next target was the Empire’s production factory. The real ‘conquest’ was beginning.

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