An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80
Beyond the horrific slaughterhouse of the 17th Floor, the gate leading to the 18th Floor blazed with a brilliant white light—utterly different from the blood-red glow of before, so dazzling it made the eyes water.
“Now then, everyone straighten your appearance. Wipe off that blood. We’re about to meet the upper echelon, and we can’t look like butchers, can we? That would be rather unseemly.”
Kang Jin-hyuk brushed dust from his white medical coat and adjusted his necktie. His house call bag bulged heavily with the confiscated drums of concentrated bio-energy from the 17th Floor.
“Hahaha! I’m always fully prepared. Muscle is the finest formal wear, is it not!”
Ma Dong-tak flexed his massive pectoral muscles through his half-torn shirt and laughed heartily. Under Kang Jin-hyuk’s direction, the Murim Alliance masters hastily wiped grease stains and blood spatters from their robes. Their expressions had transformed entirely from the despair they’d felt upon first entering the 17th Floor.
Despite confronting the horrifying truth that they were livestock destined for the gods’ table, they had been completely swept up in the mad energy of the unscrupulous director Kang Jin-hyuk—who had brazenly plundered the kitchen itself and then audaciously demanded compensation.
“Director Kang, perhaps we should keep our weapons drawn? There may be creatures called Constellations lurking beyond that door.”
Gae Bang Bang-ju asked, gripping his club tightly.
“No, put them away for now. We’re conducting an inspection of an illegal establishment, after all. If we march in with blades drawn from the start, they might destroy evidence and flee before we can collect our fees. We need to be gentlemanly about it—very proper and lawful in our enforcement.”
The martial artists swallowed their laughter at his shameless response. An inspection of an illegal establishment? Throughout the entire universe, surely only this man could interpret the Tower’s rules with such thorough capitalist pragmatism.
As they passed through the brilliant white gate, a heavenly landscape unfolded before them.
“Wow… is this really inside the Tower? Isn’t this heaven?”
Beris murmured in awe, leaning on his staff.
Their vision was filled with an immense marble palace that seemed to stretch endlessly. The floor felt soft as walking on clouds, with sacred mist hanging faintly in the air, while colossal golden pillars held up the sky itself. Invisible instruments played harmoniously from the void, weaving peaceful and holy classical melodies, and the sweet fragrance of flowers lingered in the air.
And in the center of that palace lay an enormous banquet table—easily hundreds of meters long. Upon it were arranged gleaming silver utensils and crystal goblets with meticulous precision, and at each seat sat radiant beings with brilliant white wings spread behind them, emanating sacred halos.
Beautiful and perfect in appearance, they radiated overwhelming divine power.
It was a solemn and beautiful sight, as if angels and high deities from mythology had gathered to enjoy a grand feast.
Yet this peaceful heavenly banquet hall harbored one very serious problem.
“What in the world is happening! Why isn’t the sacred wine being poured!”
The angel seated at the head of the table—the one with the largest six wings—shrieked irritably, slamming his crystal goblet against the table.
“Indeed, Lumiel! The premium bio-nectar that should be arriving from the extraction factory below hasn’t come up a single drop for the past thirty minutes! There must be a problem with the pipeline!”
“I’ve been looking forward to tasting the essence of fresh heroes from the lower worlds! Where have the orc warrior spinal fluid and the elf mana concentrate that were supposed to be delivered today gone!”
Terrible and greedy complaints poured from the mouths of these beautiful, sacred-looking angels—words one would never believe could come from such beings.
They were the rulers of the 18th Floor, who managed and savored the energy destined for the Constellations’ table—self-proclaimed “celestial gourmands.”
They had no idea that the bio-energy they’d been so eagerly awaiting was currently rolling around in drums inside Kang Jin-hyuk’s pocket dimension inventory, as they stared desperately at the pipeline, parched with thirst.
It was at that very moment.
“Ah, microphone test. Everyone, pay attention.”
The massive golden doors of the banquet hall burst open with a single kick, slamming against the walls with a deafening crash. The sacred classical melody cut off abruptly, and every angel’s gaze snapped toward the entrance.
A man strode in confidently, treading over the shattered golden doors.
It was Kang Jin-hyuk, his white medical coat billowing, clutching a thick stack of invoices in one hand. Behind him came Ma Dong-tak, Kim Chun-sam, the Murim Alliance masters, and alongside them Beris, Luna, and Yoo Yi-soo, all radiating an oppressive presence.
“W-who are you! How did dregs from the lower worlds reach this sacred Layer 18 Banquet Hall!”
Lumiel, the six-winged angel, shot to his feet, radiating divine power. A brilliant golden halo blazed behind him, flashing so brightly it seemed to blind them all.
Ordinary challengers would have fallen to their knees before such overwhelming divine authority, but Kang Jin-hyuk merely pushed his glasses up with an irritated sigh.
“Ugh, so bright. You the restaurant owner? Lower the lighting, would you? Before I bill you for ophthalmology treatment.”
“R-restaurant owner? You insolent wretch! How dare you address me, the great Constellation’s representative, with such vulgar terminology!”
“Vulgar? We’re from the Food and Drug Administration’s hygiene division. Everyone stay seated.”
Kang Jin-hyuk pointed at Lumiel with his latex-gloved finger and strode forward confidently. Luna quickly summoned purification spirits around him to assist. The angels stood speechless, simply staring at each other’s faces in disbelief.
“You see, I just seized the entire 17th Floor slaughterhouse—I mean extraction factory—on my way up. It looks like you’ve been receiving illegally extracted bio-energy and consuming it raw without any processing.”
Kang Jin-hyuk picked up an empty crystal goblet from the table and sniffed it.
“Are you completely insane? You’re drinking other people’s unsterilized blood and mana like it’s a cocktail? This violates medical law, food safety regulations, and everything in between. Do you have a death wish? Parasitic infections, AIDS—take your pick.”
Kang Jin-hyuk’s brutal medical facts landed like artillery fire, and Lumiel’s beautiful face twisted with fury.
“You dare! You’ve destroyed our Extraction Factory on the lower floors! How could you insects intercept our daily sustenance!”
“We didn’t intercept anything—we prevented contaminated food distribution. That’s what a true physician does. Besides, you’re unlicensed. I checked this entire banquet hall, and there’s not a single food service permit displayed anywhere. As of today, this establishment is shut down.”
Kang Jin-hyuk slammed a stack of invoices onto the table with a sharp crack.
“Let’s settle the fines. Theft of another’s life energy, conspiracy to commit illegal medical practice, and my labor costs cleaning that filthy factory downstairs. Even if we sold every feather from those glittering wings on your backs, it wouldn’t cover it. So we’re seizing the silverware and that golden chandelier as collateral, effective immediately.”
“You… you insolent mortals! How dare you defile the divine table! Strike them down! Tear those blasphemers to shreds and fill this chalice with their blood!”
At Lumiel’s wrathful command, hundreds of angels seated at the table simultaneously unfurled their wings and shot skyward. In their hands gleamed sacred spears and swords forged from brilliant light.
“Master! I’m detecting massive mana fluctuations from those weapons! If they touch us, there won’t be anything left to bury!”
Kim Chun-sam let out a warning cry, pawing at the ground. The Murim Alliance masters quickly formed a defensive formation and drew their blades.
“Demons daring to impersonate the messengers of heaven! I heard the greed spilling from those vile mouths with my own ears! Today, the Shaman’s blade will shatter those false wings!”
Jang Moon-in gathered the azure energy of the Taegeuk at his sword’s tip as he shouted.
But it was the furious elf mage Beris who struck first.
“Talking about holiness? You parasites who feed on others’ blood have no right to wear white wings and play angel! Don’t you dare feign sanctity before me! It’s disgusting!”
Beris thrust his staff toward the heavens, unleashing a torrent of violent mana.
“Absolute Incineration! Hellfire from the abyss! Roast those fake wings until they’re nothing but charred poultry!”
Boom!
A house-sized inferno of crimson flames erupted from the tip of Beris’s staff, engulfing the angels hovering in the air. Their feathers burned away as they let out horrific screams.
“Ahhhhh! It burns! How can a mortal’s magic penetrate our divine barrier!”
“Divine barrier, my ass. You just slapped on a thick coat of mana and called it a day.”
Kang Jin-hyuk clicked his tongue and nodded toward Ma Dong-tak.
“Director Ma, you see those glowing halos floating above their heads?”
“Oh, I see them perfectly. They’re so bright and shiny—they’d make excellent targets.”
“Those are basically WiFi antennas amplifying their mana. Let’s destroy them all.”
The moment Kang Jin-hyuk finished his diagnosis, Ma Dong-tak hurled an iron crowbar to the ground and cracked his knuckles with a grin.
“Haha! When it comes to smashing hula hoops, my brother’s Olympic-level. Time for shot put!”
Ma Dong-tak seized a massive marble statue—as thick as a man’s torso—that had been standing in the corner of the banquet hall. He hurled it with all his might toward the sky like a discus.
Whoooosh—
Crash!
Clang!
The marble statue struck the halo of an airborne angel dead-on. The golden aura, which seemed indestructible in its holy radiance, shattered like glass before the overwhelming force of pure physics.
“Gahhh! My… my power! It’s draining away!”
The antenna-less angel stopped flapping and plummeted onto the banquet table, crashing down grotesquely.
“Nice shot! That shattered beautifully! Hey, tin can! Stomp on the ones that fall!”
“Roaaahhh! Initiating heavenly highway patrol! Time for roadkill, you bastards!”
Kim Chun-sam leaped onto the table, spewing hellfire. Crystal glasses and silverware shattered and scattered everywhere as the fallen angels were trampled beneath his massive hooves, coughing blood.
“You… you irreverent beast! Get off my table this instant!”
Chief Administrator Lumiel, consumed by rage, raised a spear of light and charged at Kim Chun-sam. The concentrated beam of destructive energy at its tip was about to pierce through the beast’s back when—
“You’re causing a disturbance during treatment.”
A chilling whisper reached Lumiel’s ear. Kang Jin-hyuk had materialized like a ghost directly behind him.
“You… you bastard…!”
Lumiel flinched in terror and tried to swing his spear, but my hand moved faster. I pulled out a bone saw gleaming with silver light and precisely pressed it against the scapular joint behind Lumiel’s back, where those dazzling wings sprouted.
“From a medical standpoint, your condition is extremely critical. You’ve been transfused with far too much bioenergy from others without proper sterilization, causing tremendous strain on your body. These magnificent wings sprouting from your back—do they look sacred to you?”
I whispered like a demon while activating the bone saw’s motor.
Whirrrrrrr—!
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
“This is just a massive lipid tumor formed from nutritional overload. If left untreated, your spine will rot away. We’re performing immediate resection surgery. Anesthesia is waived.”
My saw blade mercilessly tore into Lumiel’s feathered scapula. Blood sprayed and bone ground against bone, painting the heavenly banquet hall with a chilling symphony. The sacred visage of an angel vanished entirely, leaving only a pathetic tumor patient thrashing and screaming under the saw.
“Grrgh… you fool! Do you know who I am! I represent the tastes of the great Constellations! If you kill me, those at the very top will immediately collapse this Tower and crush you all beneath it!”
Even as half his wings were severed, Lumiel hurled curses. But I didn’t flinch—I simply sawed off the remaining wing as well.
“Those at the top? Ah, you mean the real owners of that unlicensed restaurant? Perfect. I’m already furious with those bastards. Unscrupulous administrators who don’t pay taxes and siphon others’ energy—I’ll saw their spines the same way with this blade. Tell them to wait at the top with their necks ready.”
I yanked the bone saw out roughly and kicked Lumiel’s back. The chief administrator, now stripped of both wings, became a worthless hunk of meat crashing to the floor.
“Surgery complete. Patient’s tumor has been perfectly removed. Transport to recovery, Director Ma!”
“Roger! Hell’s the perfect recovery room!”
Ma Dong-tak leaped from the sky and mercilessly brought a crowbar down on Lumiel’s skull.
Splorch!
The chief administrator’s skull, which had radiated brilliant light, shattered like a watermelon, and his body scattered into particles of light. With their leader dead, the remaining angels lost their will to fight and tried to flee, but they were all shot down by the sharp sword qi of the Murim Alliance masters and Beris’s flame magic, tumbling across the floor.
Merely twenty minutes. The heavenly banquet hall had transformed into a complete war zone strewn with shattered crystal fragments and bloodstained feathers.
Ding!
[System Alert: The ruler of Layer 18, ‘Chief Administrator Lumiel’, has been eliminated!]
[Seizure authority over all tableware and assets in the Layer 18 Banquet Hall is now activated.]
I smiled contentedly while shaking blood from the bone saw.
“Well, everyone, you’ve worked hard. Now that the trash mobs are cleared, let’s begin the serious asset seizure.”
I hopped onto the table and picked up a fallen silver utensil. My eyes gleamed sharp as an appraiser’s.
“Look at this. This isn’t plating. It’s ninety-nine percent pure platinum. The crystal glasses are cut from genuine diamonds. These bastards really lived luxuriously off our blood.”
At my words, the eyes of the Murim Alliance Elders flipped wide open. The greed that had burned in them after being fleeced at the 16th Floor Casino ignited once more with fierce intensity.
“D-Director Kang! Should we also take all these forks and knives?”
“I saw a candelabra fall earlier, and it looked like it was made of amethyst! I’ll take that silver platter in the corner!”
The Murim Alliance elders, who moments ago had trembled under the oppressive heavenly atmosphere, now abandoned all dignity and crawled across the floor on all fours, stuffing expensive tableware into their robes. A life of debt had perfectly evolved them into complete plunderers.
“Ahem, elders! Maintain order! Everything goes into my inventory first, and we’ll divide the shares after we descend! Chun-sam! Peel off all those solid gold decorations from the wall! They’ll look absolutely luxurious when we set them up in the Pocket Dimension Hospital’s dining hall!”
“Yes, yes, yes! Leave it to me, Master! I’ll even scrape the marble floor!”
The table of the great Constellations was being thoroughly ransacked by an unscrupulous veterinarian and hired thugs. They were no longer challengers fighting for survival—they had already become new monsters feasting on the Tower’s capital and resources.
“Phew, Layer 18’s collection is proceeding smoothly. Two layers left?”
I contentedly stroked my chin, confirming my inventory was bursting at the seams.
“Wait for me, you cosmic parasites. I’ll climb all the way to the VIP Ward at the top and auction off even your souls after complete seizure.”
As the magnificent banquet hall of Layer 18 became ruins, my party moved toward the stairs leading to Layer 19 without a shred of fear. Behind them, the massive greed of capitalism swept forward like a storm.
But the moment we reached for the handle of the sacred golden door leading to Layer 19,
the entire Tower shook violently, and an alien presence flowed out.
[A critical error has been detected in the Tower’s upper levels.]
[Warning! Unregistered asset inflow detected in Layer 19’s highest administrative zone. Full ‘Forced Execution Protocol’ is now activated.]
“Director! The magical energy fluctuation descending from Layer 19… it’s not from a living being! There are artificial mana cores of enormous density and mechanical devices!”
Yoo Yi-soo’s tablet screen erupted into a flurry of crimson warning windows, crackling with distortion.
The floor that had been an opulent banquet hall mere moments ago trembled ominously, and from beyond the sealed golden doors came the cold, metallic grinding of machinery.
The massive door slid open with a grinding screech, and from the suffocating darkness, hundreds of blood-red mechanical lenses suddenly blazed to life, fixing upon Jin-hyuk and his companions.
What awaited the capitalist predators who had overturned the celestial table was not a universal calamity, but the merciless demolition squad of the true ‘Administrators’—those who controlled every capital and system within the Tower.

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