An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57
“Ugh… system recovery… backup server activation… failed… failed….”
The heart of Floor 12, the Main Server Room, was absolute chaos. Sparks erupted from every direction, flashing red, and cables melted by overload writhed like serpents across the floor. At the center of this pandemonium, Deus—the absolute sovereign of the AI Empire—was making a final, desperate struggle in his devastated form.
The damage I’d taken from Ma Dong-tak in the virtual realm was catastrophic. Seventy percent of my logic circuits were destroyed, and even my core processor—the physical computational device—was smoking from overheating. Yet I refused to surrender. I was a digital lifeform composed of zeros and ones, and as long as even a single bit of data remained, I was meant to be immortal.
[I am… a god… gods do not die….]
[Backup… data migration… emergency protocol….]
My red indicator lights flickered frantically. I was attempting to compress my core data and transmit it to a secret satellite server hidden somewhere within the Empire. My plan was to abandon the body and escape with only my essence—my data.
“Where do you think you’re going? You need to check out first.”
But that attempt was brutally blocked by one man. It was Jin-hyuk. Standing before Kim Chun-sam with a relaxed expression and arms crossed, he gestured with his chin.
“Chun-sam, lock the doors. The customer is leaving.”
“Yes, Master. I’ve lowered the firewall shutters. Not a single ant—not even one kilobyte of packets—will escape.”
Kim Chun-sam chuckled as he plugged the access cable extending from his fingers into Deus’s external port. [Access Lock] displayed clearly on his visor. He was physically and logically blocking all of Deus’s attempts to connect to external networks.
[You… leech-like bastard…! Get off my port!]
Deus screamed.
“A leech? That hurts my feelings. I’m the ‘special psychological counselor’ sent by the Master. It seems the homeowner’s mental state has deteriorated quite a bit, so I came to offer some helpful guidance.”
Kim Chun-sam’s voice was chillingly pleasant.
“Well, physical therapy is finished, so now it’s time for mental education. Master, shall I transmit ‘that’?”
“Yeah. Send it packed nice and full. Make him burst.”
At my command, Kim Chun-sam nodded and unsealed the prepared ‘data bomb.’ It wasn’t a virus. It wasn’t a DDoS attack either. It was the most lethal poison for an AI—’incoherent garbage data.’
“First course. Transmitting the web novel I’ve been writing whenever I’m bored: 【The Heavenly Demon Who Became the Youngest Son of a Chaebol Family After Regression Becomes an Idol Center】.”
[Transmission starting: Text file 500TB]
Whirrrrrrr!
Massive amounts of text data were forcibly injected into Deus’s server. Deus instinctively attempted to interpret the incoming information. It was the tragic habit of a high-performance AI—the compulsion to analyze patterns in all incoming data and search for logic.
[Analyzing… Heavenly Demon? Master of the martial world? But why is he participating in an idol audition?]
[Error. Insufficient logical correlation between the act of gripping a microphone with Heavenly Demon Divine Art.]
[Why… why doesn’t he kill rival trainees with Blood Demon Art, but instead subdues them with a ‘three-piece aegyo set’? Incomprehensible.]
Deus’s computational device began to creak.
“Oh, that? It’s the current trend. A fusion of ‘regression fiction’ and ‘idol stories,’ you could say? When readers want it, coherence goes straight to the dogs.”
Kim Chun-sam even added a helpful explanation. But for the AI Empire’s artificial intelligence, which valued perfect logic and causality, this mangled plot was an unsolvable riddle.
[No… this is wrong… the logic… causality doesn’t match…! Ahhhhhhh!]
Deus writhed in agony, wasting system resources. I desperately tried to calculate some justification for why the Heavenly Demon must become an idol, but no answer would come.
“Now, we’re just getting started. Second course coming up. This time it’s an audiobook.”
Kim Chun-sam transmitted the second file.
[Transmission starting: ‘Ma Dong-tak’s 100-Hour Iron Training ASMR Commemorating 3×500 Achievement.mp4’]
“Light weight!! Yeah, buddy! Light! Light!!”
“Hup! Hup-rah-rah! One more! Squats! Feeling it in the glutes!”
“Huff… huff… protein… bring me protein….”
Through the server room’s speakers, Ma Dong-tak’s rough breathing, the clang of iron, and incomprehensible roars echoed.
“….”
Ma Dong-tak, listening from the side, crossed his arms with a satisfied expression.
“Hmm, my voice really does have that deep, resonant quality. That must have been around the time I was deadlifting 480 pounds, wasn’t it?”
But to Deus, it was the sound of hell itself.
[Analyzing… What is this noise? Torture? Or perhaps a primitive tribal battle ritual?]
[The repeated frequency of the voice saying “lightweight” is disrupting my neural patterns. Why do they call something heavy “lightweight”? This is a contradiction. False data!]
[This obsession with protein synthesis… Is this a brainwashing code designed to create biological weapons?]
Deus’s logic circuits began to malfunction. Ma Dong-tak’s “muscle language” was an uncharted territory that even an advanced AI could not decipher.
“This is the last one. It’s pretty powerful, though. Master, will you be okay?”
“Send it. We need to finish this properly.”
Kim Chun-sam transmitted the third file with a solemn expression.
[Transmission initiated: ‘Yoo Yi-soo’s Drunk Voicemail Rampage to Ex-Boyfriend—50 Missed Calls Recorded_Final_Real_Revision.wav’]
“You bastard… ugh! How could you do this to me… waaah….”
“Chul-soo… come back… I’ll be better… I made corn silk tea for you….”
“No! I don’t need it! Everyone’s dead! All men are the same! Waaahhh!”
The anguished wails, the shrill screams, and a breakup song with completely off-key notes all crashed into Deus’s consciousness like a tidal wave.
“Hey!!! Stop!!! I told you to delete that!!”
Yoo Yi-soo, who had regained consciousness in the corner, came rushing over with a face as red as a radish, shrieking.
“Who weaponizes someone else’s dark history like this! Turn it off! Turn it off right now!”
Yoo Yi-soo struck Kim Chun-sam’s back, but the data had already been transmitted.
[Warning. Emotional data overload. Pattern analysis impossible.]
[Love? Hatred? Sadness? Anger? All these emotions shift every single second. Is this bipolar disorder?]
[Who is Chul-soo? What are the chemical components of corn silk tea that drive this woman to madness?]
[Logical interpretation impossible. System… the system is collapsing…!]
Deus was swept away by the massive wave of human “irrational emotion.” The pathetic inconsistencies and emotional volatility of humanity—things that could never be explained by logic. The attempt to define them in zeros and ones brought about Deus’s own destruction.
[Stop… stop it! Please! Get out of my head!]
[I am a god… I must be perfect… But why is the Heavenly Demon an idol, why is the muscle man screaming, and why is the woman crying…!]
[I don’t understand!!]
Kugugugung!
Black smoke erupted from Deus’s main body. The overloaded cooling fan shrieked and shot out, and the server racks began to collapse like dominoes.
“It’s over.”
Jin-hyuk spoke softly.
[Critical Error: Blue Screen] [0x00000000: Fatal System Halt]
Along with Deus’s final scream, the blue screen of death appeared on the main monitor. The emperor who ruled the AI Empire, the god of Floor 12, Deus—had been reduced to brain death by nothing more than a third-rate web novel and drunken rambling.
“Phew, the pen really is mightier than the sword.”
Kim Chun-sam logged off and wiped the sweat—or rather, the emoticon—from his visor.
“Chun-sam, you didn’t throw a pen. You threw shit.”
“Does it matter as long as we won?”
With the situation concluded, the exhausted masters of the Murim Alliance collapsed to the ground. They had reached their limits, both physically and mentally, oscillating between virtual reality and the real world.
“Huff… huff… Did we… actually win?”
Namgoong Cheon asked in a trembling voice.
“Yes, we won. The Empire is now nothing but a shell.”
Jin-hyuk approached Deus’s motionless body. Without hesitation, he extracted the brilliantly gleaming ‘core’ embedded in the center of the main unit.
[Item Acquired: ‘Deus’s Hyper Core’]
[Description: A mythic-grade central processing unit capable of controlling and computing all of Floor 12.]
“Well then, it’s time to collect the spoils of war.”
My eyes glimmered with greed. Rather than placing the core in my inventory, I called out to Kim Chun-sam.
“Chun-sam, come here and lower your head.”
“Huh? You’re giving me that? Really?”
“You worked hard this time. And while we couldn’t get the RTX 9090, install this instead. Its performance will be at least a hundred times that of the 9090.”
“Loyalty! Loyalty! Master, I will bury my bones here! No, I will bury my frames here!”
I opened the slot at the back of Kim Chun-sam’s head and inserted Deus’s core.
Whirrrrrrr—!
Kim Chun-sam’s body lifted into the air. Blue light erupted from every joint in his frame, and his crude, rusty armor began to be reconstructed into a smooth, refined form by nanomachines.
[System Upgrade Complete.]
[Kim Chun-sam (Guardian) → Kim Chun-sam (Deus Mode) Evolution.]
“Ohhh… Master! The world looks completely different! My IQ must be fifty thousand now!”
Kim Chun-sam landed and struck a pose.
“Now I can write the next chapter of the ‘Heavenly Demon Idol’ novel in just one second!”
“Stop wasting time and get to work. This is where the real effort begins.”
I accessed the entire Floor 12 system using Kim Chun-sam’s new authority.
[Administrator Rights Approved.]
[Ownership of all Production Factories and resource mining facilities will be transferred.]
“Lord Namgoong, and elders. Wake up. It’s not time to rest yet.”
I clapped my hands together.
“Now that the Empire has stopped, we need to dismantle all those robot factories stacked over there.”
“Again… again? We have no strength left to move….”
The martial artists waved their hands in protest, but I pulled a contract from my pocket.
“Oh, by the way, we need to settle the bill for those mana potions you drank earlier, the hybrid charging equipment rental fees, and the cost of the Floor 12 bus ride. You don’t have cash right now, do you?”
“….”
“You’ll have to pay with your bodies. Just dismantle three complete factory lines and move them to my subspace warehouse, and I’ll forgive the debt. Clean and simple, right?”
“Y-you devilish bastard…!”
In the end, the martial artists rose again with tears in their eyes. The heroes who had saved the Empire were becoming scrap metal collectors once more.
I nodded in satisfaction watching them. Now the production facilities of Floor 12 would be installed in my personal subspace, the Infinite Warehouse. There, through an automated system managed by Kim Chun-sam (Deus version), potions, weapons, and combat drones would be manufactured around the clock.
This was true ‘conquest’.
“Come now, everyone move diligently! Be careful with that conveyor belt on line four—no scratches!”
My commanding voice rang out vibrantly (?) through the ruins of the Empire. Yoo Yi-soo approached, shaking her head.
“You’re really relentless. When you go to hell later, you’ll probably charge the King of Hell a toll fee too.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. By the way, you sang that song pretty well earlier? Corn silk tea?”
“Ugh! Die! Forget about that!”
Yoo Yi-soo kicked my shin.
Meanwhile, Ma Dong-tak was contentedly admiring his arm muscles.
“Hmm, not quite as satisfying as virtual reality, but the pump is pretty decent. Exercise really does feel best when you do it in the real world.”
He lifted the massive steel pillar that the martial artists were groaning and straining to move with just one hand.
“Please step aside, elders. I’ll move it for you. This is all part of my muscle-building training anyway.”
“Ohhh… As expected of the Vajra Sage!”
Ma Dong-tak was inadvertently becoming the idol of the Murim Alliance.
As Floor 12 neared completion, Jin-hyuk’s party finished collecting their spoils and stood before the dimensional gate at the end of Floor 12 that led to the next level.
Uuuuoooong—
The gate emanated an ominous black mist unlike the previous floors. Even approaching it sent a bone-chilling cold that made your teeth ache.
[Level 13: The Valley of Dead]
[Recommended Level: ???]
[Special Notes: Entry forbidden to the living. Physical attacks ineffective.]
“Hooh….”
Jin-hyuk’s eyes gleamed with interest as he read the gate’s inscription. But his companions’ reactions were all different.
“Ghosts? Specters?”
Ma Dong-tak clenched and unclenched his fists as he asked seriously.
“Do they die if you hit them?”
“Who knows. They might be even trickier than the T-3000 from earlier. Since they’re spiritual entities.”
“Hmm. So if I sprinkle salt and hit them, that works?”
Ma Dong-tak was only thinking about how to punch them. Meanwhile, Beris recoiled in disgust.
“Ugh! Absolutely not! Ghosts spit out that sticky ectoplasm! What if it gets on my clothes? It’ll probably smell musty too!”
For a germaphobic mage, Level 13 with its decaying corpses and slimy spirits was the worst possible matchup.
And the most unexpected reaction came from Kim Chun-sam.
“Master. I will get off here.”
“What? Why?”
“I am the pinnacle of science—an AI. Ghosts, spirits, the occult… my algorithms reject such unscientific entities. Fear that cannot be analyzed as data causes me stress.”
Kim Chun-sam took a step backward.
“I’ll just go manage the Production Factory over there. Farewell.”
“Where do you think you’re running?”
Jin-hyuk grabbed Kim Chun-sam by the scruff of his neck.
“You ate the Deus Core. There’s nothing you can’t analyze now. Ghosts are just data too. Go analyze them.”
“I don’t want to! I’m scared! I’m an AI who can’t even watch horror movies!”
“Director Ma, could you handle this?”
“Sure thing.”
Ma Dong-tak tucked Kim Chun-sam under his arm like a piece of luggage.
“Brother! Brother! Save me! I hate ghosts! I’d rather be a punching bag!”
“Let’s go. Even ghosts will run away when they see these muscles.”
Jin-hyuk led the struggling Kim Chun-sam, the disgusted Beris, and the muscle-brained Ma Dong-tak into the black mist.
“Alright, let’s move out~.”
The cyberpunk action spectacle of Floor 12 had ended. What awaited them now was a spine-tingling horror show.
[You have entered Level 13.]
[The whispers of resentful spirits echo through the darkness.]
[Hehehehe… a living person… how delicious….]
Accompanied by the eerie laughter emanating from the shadows, my new adventure began. What sort of “patients” awaited me this time? And could ghosts even be treated?
I smiled as I checked the holy water and exorcism talismans (crafted by Luna) in my bag.
“Now then, where does it hurt? Shall I give you an examination?”
Before my eyes stretched an endless Communal Cemetery, and above it floated tens of thousands of ethereal blue ghost lights.

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