> : ??
: ???
: Excuse me—do I come to this livestream just to ask "WTF?" every day now?
: I'm out! That maniac just cut someone open on stream!
: This is insane. I wouldn't even think of performing a C-section on a teammate in a haunted orphanage… and he just did it!
: Yeah, and with a kitchen knife! Bro's built different.
---
Lucas stood over Mark, who had fallen unconscious from exhaustion and vomiting.
> [Player Mark: Low-Level Danger]
[Mark's Belly: Advanced Danger]
"His condition is the worst... We'll start with him," Lucas muttered to himself.
Without a flicker of emotion on his face, he pulled on gloves, sterilized his hands, and began to set up the tools—a kitchen knife, thread, alcohol swabs, and a rudimentary anesthetic.
"Wait!"
The captain sat up, eyes wide in disbelief.
"You're going to perform surgery… with a kitchen knife??"
Lucas gave a small smile as he flexed the blade in his hand.
"It's very sharp. Cuts through stomach lining like tofu."
The captain's face paled instantly. He nodded slowly, retracting his hand in defeat.
"Oh... cool, yeah. That's... reassuring."
Sister Natalie, sitting next to them, added, "My ability has a healing effect. If something goes wrong, I'll try to stabilize him... if I can."
Lucas gave a short nod. He stepped forward and knelt beside Mark, gently tapping on his distended belly.
The captain, trembling, raised his hand once more. "Wait... Are you even a real doctor?"
Lucas paused, thinking. Then he shrugged.
"I've spent time around a lot of doctors."
The captain interpreted that as medical training and smiled with relief.
"Alright... Then I trust you."
> : …Did Lucas just dodge the question again?
: "Spent time with doctors"?? Bro, does living in a psych ward count??
: Lucas is technically not lying, but man the captain is so misled.
: Honestly, does the captain even have a chance to learn the truth before he dies?
---
Lucas pressed the blade gently against Mark's skin.
With one stroke—
A dark, viscous fluid oozed out.
> As promised, his knife glided through like it was slicing tofu.
The captain turned away, nausea welling up in his throat.
Meanwhile, Lucas mumbled under his breath:
"This is... subcutaneous fat. Deeper now… There. Got it."
"Has... has his uterus even grown?"
"A male womb. Fascinating."
The wet squelch of tissue manipulation filled the air as Lucas reached in.
Then, a satisfied tone: "There you are."
The captain couldn't take it anymore.
He rolled off the cot and vomited violently.
---
Lucas extracted the small, curled embryo-like growth.
> [Embryo — Status: Stable]
[Threat: None]
"Success." Lucas exhaled in relief. He left the stitching and bandaging to Natalie and the captain.
"We need to hurry. If these embryos die while still inside, their hosts will follow."
The livestream was completely blown up.
> : I CAN'T TAKE THIS.
: Is this a horror story or a twisted ER drama??
: He's operating faster than the headmistress can walk!!
: Lucas might actually have surgeon-level instincts… or murderer-level muscle memory. I'm not sure which.
---
With a deadpan face and bloody gloves, Lucas moved to the next teammate, performing the same routine: disinfect, slice, extract, close.
Each body was weakened.
Each embryo was intact.
And each time, Lucas's hands moved faster.
In just over a minute per patient, he finished all procedures.
---
"Crisis handled," he muttered, standing tall. "No one died... yet."
He didn't check their vitals.
Didn't give them water.
They weren't his responsibility.
His focus turned to the hallway.
Something was coming.
---
Across the orphanage, the headmistress gasped and clutched her stomach.
A piercing pain tore through her gut.
Cold sweat broke across her brow.
"He… He went back..."
She had just recovered from the last trauma, yet here it was again. Another stab of agony. She stumbled forward but nearly collapsed.
"How is it happening this fast?!"
Her once-calm expression twisted into a snarl.
The elegance was gone. All that remained was rage.
Pain ripped through her abdomen, again and again.
One embryo…
Two…
Three…
Every cut, every extraction — she felt all of them.
"What… what is he doing?! Is he killing his teammates?!"
The headmistress couldn't comprehend it.
She could no longer walk properly.
She crawled.
Dragged herself up the stairs like a creature from a nightmare.
Blood stained her path.
When the final embryo was removed, the pain finally stopped.
She lay there trembling, panting, eyes wide.
Then...
She stood.
And screamed a name through bloody lips:
"LUCAS!!"
---
Lucas was already waiting.
He stood calmly at the top of the staircase.
Kitchen knife in hand.
The sound of dragging echoed below. And finally—
The headmistress emerged into view.
Her face was twisted, hair matted in blood, gown shredded.
> [Headmistress of Angel Orphanage: Low-Level Danger]
"/B...!!!"
> [Headmistress of Angel Orphanage: Surpassing Low-Level Danger]
Her eyes locked on Lucas like a predator.
"YOU. IT'S YOU AGAIN!"
> [Danger Level: Intermediate]
Her entire body radiated hatred.
Blood dripped from her fingertips.
"You... you killed my children..."
> [Danger Level: Approaching Advanced]
"I'll kill y
Lucas gritted his teeth.
He could feel the tension rise.
His hand clenched the knife tighter.
His whole body was focused—heart pounding, eyes sharp.
"Just like I guessed..."
> [Player Lucas — Mental Status: Unstable. Sanity -1]
The veins in his forehead throbbed.
He inhaled deeply.
"Fastest strike wins."
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