An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84
My cold verdict echoed through the musty ward on Floor 20.
At my arrogant and provocative words, the clouded eyes of the Constellations lying on their beds blazed with fury all at once.
How dare a mere mortal—a creature no different from dust beneath their feet—presume to lecture the universe’s apex predators.
“How dare you… how dare you mock that sacred mouth with such vulgar words!”
A colossal goddess lying in the bed next to Ares let out a shrill, indignant scream.
The Constellation of Beauty, who governed aesthetics and abundance. In ages past, she had been so mesmerizing that mortals’ reason would paralyze merely from meeting her gaze—yet her current state was nothing short of grotesque.
Her chin folded into three layers, her limbs buried beneath lard so thick that the joints were indiscernible. Each time her rage sent her thrashing, her massive belly rippled and the bed creaked as though it might collapse at any moment.
“I am the Goddess of Beauty and Abundance! How dare you assess my beauty and treat me like some invalid?! If you kneel at once and kiss my toes begging forgiveness, I shall grant you a painless death!”
The goddess thrust out her hand, her fingertips releasing enchantment magic as rosy powder that hurtled toward my group.
But I didn’t even blink. Instead, I pushed my glasses up with a smirk.
“My, my, Goddess. Before casting enchantment magic, perhaps look in a mirror first. Your body mass index exceeds fifty by a considerable margin—severe obesity with subcutaneous fat completely blocking your mana circuits, resulting in poor blood circulation. Don’t you see that lumpy cellulite on your forearms?”
“Wh-what?! I am indeed a goddess, but…! You’re not the sort of being who should speak such things! Moreover! Cellul-what?! Are you disparaging my voluptuous form!”
“Mana residue has clogged every pore, leaving your skin desiccated with acne erupting everywhere. And yet you prattle on about being the Goddess of Beauty? Even the bath attendants at a local bathhouse would shriek and flee from your skin condition. They wouldn’t even accept you as a client.”
At my bone-crushing—or rather, fat-excavating—brutal dermatological barrage of facts, the Goddess of Beauty clutched her neck.
“You… you wretch…!”
[Diagnosis: Acute hypertension from excessive stress and acute vertigo]
She attempted to cast magic, overcome by rage, but her bloated heart couldn’t withstand the sharply elevated blood pressure. The goddess’s eyes rolled back white as dizziness overwhelmed her, and she collapsed onto the bed.
“See? I told you to be careful with blood pressure management.”
Ares had collapsed from a gout attack, and the Goddess of Beauty had fainted from the shock. As the two Constellations most prone to acting fell to such pathetic chronic ailments, the fury burning in the remaining Constellations’ eyes instantly cooled to frost.
“You… you demon. Do you truly believe you can insult us and walk away unscathed!”
An ancient Constellation who pursued magic and truth spewed curses in a phlegm-choked voice.
“Insult? I’m merely offering my objective medical assessment as a physician to my patients. If you find it so unbearable, continue lying there sucking on those tubes. Oh, that’s right—those tubes aren’t delivering any energy anymore, are they?”
I grinned wickedly and kicked the main valve of the massive mana pipes connected to the Constellations’ bodies, sealing it completely shut with a resounding clang.
“Cough… cough…! What are you doing!”
“I can’t… I can’t breathe! The energy isn’t coming!”
The moment the extraction factory on Layer 19 had stopped, the life-sustaining mana that had been trickling in precariously was cut off completely.
These Constellations had passively received high-calorie energy for centuries without even remembering how to breathe on their own. For them, the cessation of mana supply meant withdrawal symptoms and respiratory distress tens of thousands of times more horrific than severing a severe drug addict’s supply.
“Save… me… please… even a single drop of nectar….”
The Constellations who moments before had bellowed threats to tear me apart now crawled beneath their beds, grotesquely stretching their hands and begging. It was a pitiful collapse into nothing but primal instinct—survival and gluttony.
The Murim Alliance Elders swallowed hard at the sight of gods surrendering before their eyes.
I hadn’t wielded a blade or crushed them with overwhelming presence. I had merely closed a single valve on a life support device, yet the universe’s apex predators now crawled like insects beneath my feet, begging for mercy.
‘Is this man truly a physician? Even the ancient masters of the Demonic Cult, who spare no means or methods, could never subjugate someone so ruthlessly and thoroughly….’
Namgoong Cheon broke into a cold sweat, his tongue clicking inwardly.
“Now, everyone calm yourselves. I’m a physician by trade, and I can’t simply watch my patients expire.”
I set down my medical bag with ease, then retrieved an enormous metal drum from my spatial inventory—the “supreme-grade nectar” I’d stolen from the biomass factory on Layer 19, refined from the energy of challengers in ultra-high concentration.
As I cracked open the drum’s lid, the musty ward on Floor 20 flooded with the sweet, intoxicating aroma of bioenergy.
“Ahhh…! Nectar! The essence of life…!”
“Give it to me! Bring it here at once!”
The Constellations lost all reason and howled like beasts, stretching their massive hands toward me. But I closed the drum’s lid with cold eyes and withdrew a thick stack of documents from my pocket.
“Who do you think you are, handing things out for free? If you want to live, sign this document right now.”
The first page of the document bore large, bold lettering.
[Arcana Medical Center VIP Treatment Consent Form and Planetary Collateral Debt Contract]
“Article 1: We assume no responsibility for any medical accidents occurring during surgery. Article 2: All medical and surgical fees shall be paid in full using planets, mana stones, divine artifacts, and other assets owned by the patients. In case of non-payment, interest compounds and updates every ten minutes. Since you’re all too exhausted to read anyway, just stamp your seal.”
“Y-you vile mortal! How dare you impose a slave contract upon Constellations…!”
“Don’t want to sign? Then I’ll keep the valve sealed forever, and you’ll just wither away here as energy residue. Now, let’s start the countdown. Five, four…”
“I’ll sign! I’ll sign it, so give me that energy right now!”
The God of Magic was the first to surrender. As he drew blood with trembling hands and pressed a crimson seal onto the contract, the other Constellations followed suit, tears of humiliation streaming down their faces as they rushed to stamp their seals on my debt contracts.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Golden beams of light from the system poured into my hands, signaling the contract’s completion. It was a historic moment—the rulers of the universe had become the eternal debtors and medical slaves of a mere F-rank veterinarian.
“Excellent. The contracts are cleanly executed. Now we need to start emergency treatment immediately.”
I rolled up my sleeves and turned around.
“Kim Chun-sam! How much output can you push that engine to right now?”
“Vroooom! I’ve absorbed Layer 19’s authority, so I can operate at maximum 300 percent output—rivaling an interstellar shuttle’s power, Master!”
“Good. From now on, I’m using you as an industrial-grade heavy-duty vacuum pump. Luna! Pull out the ten thickest titanium hoses from the subspace and connect them to Kim Chun-sam’s intake!”
“Yes, Director!”
Luna moved swiftly, connecting titanium hoses as thick as thighs to Kim Chun-sam’s engine intake. I then attached sharp, heavy-duty surgical tubes to the ends of those hoses.
“D-Director… what exactly are you planning to do with those metal contraptions?”
Ma Dong-tak gulped hard, eyeing the ominous surgical instruments.
“What else? Clearing blocked vessels and removing excess energy—that’s the basics of a diet.”
I spread my latex-gloved hands wide and flashed a devilish smile.
“From now on, I’m performing a ‘cosmic-scale mega liposuction surgery,’ extracting all the rotten mana residue crammed inside these bloated Constellation bastards.”
“L-liposuction with such crude pipes?!”
“They’re the size of mountains—when would I ever finish with a syringe needle? Ma, you and the elders! The patients are going to scream in pain, so each of you take a bed and pin down their limbs firmly! And gag them all securely!”
The moment my orders were given, Ma Dong-tak grinned wickedly and leaped onto Ares’s bed. He grabbed a pillar fragment lying nearby and shoved it forcefully into Ares’s mouth, then clamped his jaw shut. The Murim martial artists also channeled their inner energy to pin down the Constellations’ massive limbs to the beds.
“Mmph! Ugh!”
“Now, anesthesia is a luxury, so we’ll skip it. Let’s begin!”
I leaped first onto Ares’s mountain-like belly. Using a laser scalpel, I made a clean, decisive incision through the thick skin, then plunged the massive titanium hose connected to Kim Chun-sam deep into his abdomen.
“Ugh?! Gaaahhhhh-!!!”
Ares’s eyes bulged as if they might pop from his skull, blood vessels rupturing across his face. Despite the tremendous agony wracking his body, he couldn’t move an inch under Ma Dong-tak’s crude brute strength and weight.
Beris pinched his nose against the foul stench of mana residue while his trembling hands meticulously recorded every detail of the Constellations’ treatment in the medical chart.
I glanced at Beris and said:
“Don’t look away! Record every single detail from now on—don’t forget that medical records are mandatory, right? Medical Records Director?”
Then my gaze shifted to Kim Chun-sam.
“Kim Chun-sam! Crank the suction output to maximum!”
“Yes, sir! Vacuum cleaner mode—full throttle! Vroooooom-!!!”
Kim Chun-sam’s engine began counter-rotating frantically, emitting an ear-splitting roar.
Whoooosh-!
Crackle!
In that instant, through the transparent titanium hose, yellowish-brilliant substances that had accumulated in Ares’s belly for centuries began being sucked upward at tremendous velocity. It wasn’t ordinary fat. It was pure bioenergetic matter and highly concentrated mana fused together and solidified—the highest-purity ‘golden mana fat’ in the entire universe.
[Item acquired: ‘Highly Concentrated Constellation Mana Fat (99.9% Purity)’.]
“Kahahaha! Look at this! See how beautifully it gleams! Just one chunk of this is an ultra-efficient battery capable of powering all of Seoul for an entire year with energy to spare!”
I burst into maniacal laughter as I watched the golden fat chunks pouring down the hose. I was the very picture of an unscrupulous hospital director—one hundred percent capitalist greed mixed with the pretense of medical duty.
“Next! The Goddess of Beauty’s belly fat! Connect the hose!”
I flew from bed to bed, drilling holes into each Constellation’s abdomen and inserting the hose. Kim Chun-sam’s powerful suction pulled every trace of mana fat accumulated within their bodies, working like a vacuum cleaner with absolute efficiency.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Save me! My strength… my divine authority is draining away!”
The Constellations wailed in agony and despair, but my blade never ceased its work.
The irony was that the more they screamed, the more the pustules covering their skin subsided, and the vessels that had been clogged with sickly discoloration began to regain their original golden hue and resumed normal pulsation.
As the belly fat deflated, the compressed hearts and lungs finally found their proper function. The surgical method was barbaric and agonizing, yet from a purely medical standpoint, it was a perfect ‘cure’ and ‘life extension’.
“Phew. Feels wonderfully refreshing, like a satisfying bowel movement—completely emptied out. I’ll process the consultation fee by seizing these extracted fats as payment.”
I wiped the sweat from my brow with a satisfied expression. My subspace inventory was now stacked with dozens of drums’ worth of highly concentrated mana fat. With this alone, I could create the ultimate elixir to save even the dying, or forge an infinite power source for the hospital.
“Director! Their momentum has completely shattered! This Tower is now perfectly ours!”
Ma Dong-tak planted his foot on the shrunken Ares’s crown and threw up a victory sign. Everyone in the group wore bright smiles, sensing that the end of this long, exhausting Tower ascent was finally in sight.
But.
That moment of joy lasted less than ten seconds.
Kuguguguguung—!!!!
Suddenly, the entire massive marble floor of the 20th Floor’s highest level began to convulse violently, as if a magnitude 9.0 earthquake had struck.
“What, what is this! Are there still remnants left?!”
Namgoong Cheon urgently drew his blade and steadied his stance.
I too furrowed my brow, staring down at the floor. The tremor wasn’t originating from within the 20th Floor—it was surging vertically upward from the distant depths of the Tower, from the very end of the Abyss.
[Warning! The Tower’s fundamental mana balance has collapsed.]
[Warning! Massive loss of the Devourer’s food source (Constellation mana fat) detected.]
The system window floating in the air began to flicker with a blood-red clarity incomparable to anything before.
“Director… there, the floor there…!”
Luna pointed to the center of the ward with a face drained of all color.
Screeeech—!
Kwaaaang—!!!!
With a tremendous shattering sound, the dozens-of-meters-thick platinum floor of the 20th Level shattered like tissue paper, and a colossal hole tore open. From that abyssal chasm, something rose up—a form so grotesque and overwhelming that no biological knowledge in the world could adequately describe it.
It resembled the tentacle of some titanic cosmic parasite, yet also like tree roots grotesquely twisted from crimson muscle and nerve bundles.
A massive tentacle hundreds of meters long pierced through the Tower’s center and rose upward, shattering the 20th Floor’s ceiling to pieces.
“What, what in the world is that monster…!”
Gae Bang Bang-ju collapsed to the ground in shock. Even the Constellations lying in their beds began to scream in terror, trembling like aspen leaves at the mere sight of its existence.
“Ahhh…! The Creator… has finally come to feed!”
“As our fat disappeared and food grew scarce, the Creator descended directly to devour the entire Tower!”
That was it. The Tower had never been a dining table for the Constellations.
This massive Tower itself was a ‘host’ and ‘incubator’—a vessel to sustain a single colossal parasite coiled deep within the Abyss. When I carved open the Constellations’ bellies and stole away all their mana fat, the true master, enraged by hunger, awakened from its slumber.
[Identification: The Tower’s Creator, the great Outer God ‘Demiurge’ descends.]
Tens of thousands of grotesque eyes opened across the tentacle’s surface, and from their center, they fixed their blood-red gaze upon me standing there.
“Well. I scraped a little fat off the livestock’s bellies, and now the king parasite that was eating those livestock has crawled out.”
Before the overwhelming cosmic horror, Kang Jin-hyuk never retreated. He peeled off the blood-stained latex gloves and drew from his medical bag the largest and most sinister specialized chemical syringes, his smile turning ice-cold.
“Perfect. Parasite extermination happens to be my specialty. Today, instead of demolishing this building, I’ll sterilize it flawlessly.”
The final consultation between a cosmic predator and an unscrupulous veterinarian—one that would determine the fate of The Tower itself—was about to begin.

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