MTLNOVEL Chapter 327 "Add a Handle to His Steel Door
On the second level of Chaotic City, Black Eight Hospital, also known as 'Amputation Hospital.'
At eleven o'clock sharp, a long line still queued up outside the hospital entrance.
"Why isn't the door opening yet?"
"Hurry up and treat your daddy?"
"Slap a big tattooed arm onto mine; the tattoo shop upstairs hurts too much, it's less painful to hack off someone else's."
The popularity of this hospital was for a reason; every Magician had the weakness of a frail physical body: they could only hold one Magic Wand and cast only one spell at a time.
Thus, some Chaotic Councilor had a brilliant idea, just add a few more arms to the Magicians' bodies.
One arm holds the Magic Wand to cast spells, one arm wields a shield for defense, one arm shoots with a bow and arrow, and there are still two arms to spare, one for making international friendly gestures in mockery, and the other to hold tubes when idle.
This proposal, loaded with chaotic ideology, quickly passed the Council's scrutiny, and Black Eight Hospital was rapidly established in the slums. Every day, a continuous stream of human limbs was transported to the hospital, and despite this, there was still a significant demand shortfall.
At this point, the Demon Seed Cicada bred from afar played its role. Breeders continuously entered the gardens of Chaotic City because they lacked Avad residency permits. First, they were lured into the garden by Count Dracula as interns, then their arms were chopped off for use by Human Alchemists in Black Eight Hospital.
After all, the lives of Breeders are not lives at all. And even after being persecuted to this extent, they still wouldn't rebel; they even felt honored to be used by the Chaotic lords.
Human Alchemists were all dispatched from Avad's Human Alchemy Department, which, after the collapse of Chaotic Church Nation, became the precursor to 'Alchemy and Human Body Esoteric Sect.'
What's referred to as Alchemy is the production of gold.
Refining Essence and Mechanical Orthodox Church made gold through machinery.
Human Alchemy Esoteric Sect made gold through human organs.
Those who could afford to get limbs at Black Eight Hospital were all aristocratic offspring of Church Nation. These generous individuals with unique interests would randomly graft arms onto their bodies. Treating them well would mean making big money.
It's like the saying goes, you might not open shop for three years, but once you do, you'll eat for three years.
Gren is the chief physician at Black Eight Hospital, his original species no longer traceable.
His body was covered with human limbs, branches densely packed and crawling on the ground, his nails scraping the floor with a screeching sound, almost like a giant centipede. The nurses at Black Eight called him the Centipede Doctor, and because he was a Magician of the Human Alchemy Department, he was endowed with the Crown Title 'Human Centipede' Doctor.
The Centipede Doctor was not only an Alchemist but also a precious artist. He was exploring the animal realm, seeing if it were possible to graft the arms of creatures like bears, crabs, and such onto human bodies.
Today, he was in a great mood. Although he'd run out of materials, today another pair of foolish interns had come to give him a hand.
Ding-a-ling-ling, the bone bell jingled at the entrance. The polite and clear voice of a young man came from outside,
"Hello, I'm here to apply for the position of doctor's assistant."
Aside from amputating limbs, Centipede Doctor was also adept at Healing Magic, thus achieving a recycling of resources, amputating while regrowing limbs, until the interns died from the pain. His mouth spread into a calm yet mad smile, this was the reality of a chaotic world, these were the foolish Breeders,
Letting these naïve and ignorant, weak and submissive greenhouse kids see, what true chaos is!
This time, what kind of beautiful hands will these idiots bring to himself?
The Centipede Doctor's pupils trembled excitedly; just hearing the young man's voice from outside, clear and bright, suggested that he'd brought good-looking hands, perhaps with slender fingers, perhaps distinct knuckles, perhaps soft and delicate skin...
Ten minutes later.
"So you're saying..."
The Centipede Doctor fell silent, staring at An Su, "You just yanked this short, knuckle-less, tough, and rough-skinned doorknob for me? And damn it, you took it from the door of my office?"
"Mr. Gren," An Su looked at the name tag on the centipede-like man in front of him, his smile warm and polite, "As per the contract, this is what I was supposed to do."
[An Su Moningsta, currently holding 40 Gold Coins]
[Second job]
[Doctor's Assistant]
[Please finish all tasks for this morning (Progress: 0%)]
[Eight hours left until the end of the mainline task]
"So how could a doorknob be attached to a human! This thing is made of steel!"
The Centipede Doctor's mouth twitched slightly, the progress of things deviating from his expectations...
For some reason, even though the young man before him looked so harmless and was exceedingly polite, with a gentle and modest demeanor—practically the perfect pushover—he couldn't shake a sense of chill that raced from his tailbone to his scalp. Shaking his head, he told himself it was all an illusion.
This kid before him was just bluffing.
The Centipede Doctor was certain.
After all, anyone who would give up their hometown and become a vagabond in the slums couldn't possibly be smart, even if healed, they'd be left drooling.