This was something they never expected. Their Vision World plaza had actually witnessed the arrival of Origin-level beings! And not just one, but three at once!
For the first time, they saw how the supreme will of the Vision World, due to the arrival of these three beings, upgraded their desolate little spot into a major city!
In the Vision World, different plazas are categorized based on the total amount of consciousness in the area. Level 9 is the lowest level, representing areas with the least amount of collective consciousness. The arrival of these three Origin-level beings had catapulted their once insignificant place up the ranks!
...
In the center of the plaza.
Lynne, with a smile, spread his arms and said, "Little, Sir, Ma'am, welcome to the Vision World!"
Little gaped in amazement at the surroundings, exclaiming, "It's so big—so this strange place exists—"
The Titan Skull looked around warily, his gaze quickly settling on the giant eye above them. Instinctively sensing a threat, he narrowed his eyes and said cautiously, "Vision World—Supreme Will—I've heard of it, but this is my first time here."
Lynne, sensing an opportunity, asked, "Sir, do you know something about it?"
The Titan Skull looked up and replied, "Supreme Will? I only know— it's a consciousness—descended into this world long before I did. It's far older than me—"
He sniffed the air and said with a hint of danger in his voice, "It's terrifying—very powerful—and capable of creating a consciousness domain—corresponding to the entire Dark World. Its status—is undoubtedly higher—than mine."
Lynne pondered. He had also thought about this, but it was far too remote and beyond his current capabilities.
The Titan Skull continued, "But don't worry—such a will won't concern itself too much with any specific creature. There are many Origin-level beings in the Dark World—it won't pay much attention—"
Was it because they posed no threat?
The more Lynne thought about it, the more he realized the depth and terror of this world.
Putting aside those unreachable thoughts, Lynne smiled slightly and said, "Well, the Vision World does provide a convenient domain for beings of the Dark World. Using the Vision World, no matter where you are, you can contact me and leave messages."
Lynne tapped the blue rune on his arm, remembering its function clearly. During his last exploration of the Vision World's various features, he recalled a function that allowed him to create a private channel for a select group of people.
"Found it!"
Almost instantly, rows of red text appeared before his eyes.
[You are creating a private group channel. Initial setup fee: 1000 Skull Coins. Capacity: 50 people. Would you like to create it now?]
"Yes!"
Buzz—
In a flash, Lynne observed the changes in the rune on his arm. A new independent group appeared alongside the Vision World and regional channels.
[Unnamed Channel 1]
It really worked!
The functionalities of the Vision World were indeed extensive, making Lynne wonder if the so-called Supreme Will had some connection to his own world.
Without hesitation, Lynne immediately sent invitations to Little and her family.
[Origin-level "Little" has joined the channel!]
[Origin-level "Titan Skull" has joined the channel!]
[Origin-level "Witch God Skull" has joined the channel!]
Watching the group quickly expand from one to four members, Lynne felt exceptionally satisfied. With this private group, future communications would be much more convenient. However, the channel's name needed some tweaking.
[You are renaming the channel…]
[Modification complete.]
[Renamed to: "Loving Family·Bloodsaw Potion Shop VIP Members Group"]
Lynne (´◡`) smiled.
Perfect!
If he encountered more reliable and loving high-level patients and their families in the future, he could add them to this private group.
Once they're in the group, they're all family!
[Little]: "Doctor ~ are you there?"
[Lynne]: "Yes! Great! Little, you learn to chat so quickly? So talented."
[Titan Skull]: "Why is it a VIP member group?"
[Lynne]: "Because Little is my first VIP customer, so I chose this name."
[Notification: Member Witch God Skull is changing their name…]
[Lynne]: "???"
[Mother-in-Law·Witch God]: "I think this is more appropriate."
[Lynne]: !!!
[Fiancée·Little]: "Eh? There's a strange title in front of Little's name now!"
[Useless·Titan]: "(Angry) (Beep—) I (Beep—)"
[Lynne]: "…"
Exiting the group chat, Lynne touched his forehead speechlessly, turning to look at Little's parents, who were once again starting a silent confrontation with each other, teeth clenched and foreheads pressed together. He had a feeling that this group was going to be full of joy and laughter in the future.
Little (ω)) asked, "It's interesting—Doctor—is it necessary to use a black stone like that every time we enter here?"
Lynne smiled and replied, "Yes."
Curious, Little inquired, "What happens when it's used up?"
Lynne cheerfully patted her head, saying, "That's simple. You just need to find any creature passing by and politely ask them for a Vision World Stone, and they'll give you one."
Surprised, Little asked, "Really? Will they really be that friendly?"
Lynne gave a thumbs up and smiled, "Definitely!"
"Hmm—got it—thank you, Doctor—(ω)"
...
Wandering Soul Lane. Bloodsaw Potion Shop.
Exhausted, Lynne returned to his attic room and flopped down on the bed, closing his eyes. Finally, he was back. So much had happened in one day, the experiences equating to more than what he had encountered in the past two years of his monotonous life. He had bid farewell to Little and her parents. But now, with the Vision World, staying in touch would be easier.
"Sleep! I need to rest for a while, and then focus on advancing my profession. I've accumulated too much experience."
Lynne closed his eyes, lying on the bed, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
...
In the early hours of the morning, two large figures slowly emerged in the mist of Wandering Soul Lane.
One was muscular, with seams of stitches all over his body, hideous to look at. The other was a tall lady dressed in a luxurious gown, wearing a large sun hat and adorned with expensive-looking gemstone rings on her slender fingers.
"Are you sure those three Origin-level Headhunters have left?" Bloodsaw asked with a hint of concern.
Puppet Mistress, standing with dignity and arms crossed, glanced at him and said, "I've been watching; they left hours ago. But I never expected that a stitched creature like you could bring out such an impressive apprentice."
Bloodsaw frowned, holding his razor, and said, "It's got nothing to do with me. I don't know how he met beings of that level. It's only been a few days since I left the shop…"
Puppet Mistress looked up at the shabby door of the distant shop.
"We're here."
She said firmly, clenching her hands secretly. Such a talented young man, if he truly remained in this forsaken place, would be a terrible waste. In any case, the first step was to make a good impression. Then, gradually, she could introduce her daughters to this handsome young man.
Soon, they arrived at the door of Bloodsaw's Potion Shop.
"Should we just go in?" Puppet Mistress raised an eyebrow.
Bloodsaw chuckled, "No! My apprentice is very dutiful. I told him to watch the shop before I left, and he would definitely take it seriously. If we go in without warning, he'll react defensively."
Thinking about this, he felt reassured. After all, this was the Dark World. More importantly, his apprentice had grown impressively in just a few days. If the Headhunter had left him any powerful items, entering unannounced might lead to severe injury.
Saying this, he approached the door with satisfaction and knocked three times.
Shouting up to the attic, he called out, "Lynne! Your master is back! Open the door!"
...
In the attic.
Lynne, sleeping soundly, opened his eyes reflexively, sitting up straight like a zombie.
"The voice of my master?"
He was startled. Grabbing the boning knife and revolver beside his bed, he listened as Bloodsaw's voice echoed again downstairs.
"Lynne! Hurry up and open the door! Your master is back! I need a good rest, do you hear me?"
Lynne quickly shouted back, "I'm coming right away, please wait! I have missed you so much!"
Without a second thought, Lynne quickly dressed, grabbed the boning knife, and hurriedly descended the stairs.
...
Outside the door.
Bloodsaw smiled slightly, a look of satisfaction on his otherwise unsightly face.
"Did you hear that? So thoughtful, so affectionate. He's my favorite apprentice I've taken in these past few years. We've always treated each other like family, though master and apprentice, our bond is like father and son."
Puppet Mistress, beaming, added, "Indeed, he seems like a very fine young man."
Bloodsaw (´◡`) approached the door, feeling very content. He sensed his apprentice's swift approach from inside the shop. In his mind, he imagined the scene that would unfold upon opening the door: his dutiful apprentice, teary-eyed, reuniting with him after a long separation.
Ah, just the thought was so touching.
He was almost moved to tears and closed his eyes, saying, "Lynne, your master I..."
Pfft—
Bloodsaw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— Shocked.
Puppet Mistress: "(ΩДΩ) Ahhhh!!"
A boning knife had suddenly stabbed through the door, piercing Bloodsaw. Meanwhile, Lynne's shout came from inside.
"No changes, huh! Impressive! You tried to trick me the day before yesterday, and now someone else is pretending to be my master? How could I not stab you a few more times?"
Pfft— Pfft— Pfft—
Three more stabs!
Bloodsaw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— Stunned.
"Lynne... you..." Bloodsaw, with wide eyes, tremblingly reached out and said, "I... I... I really am your..."
Pfft—
Another stab.
Bloodsaw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— In disbelief.
Puppet Mistress (ΩДΩ), hands raised, was speechless.
Is this Bloodsaw Potion Shop's welcome ritual?! Something's not right! This is too intense! Wait! His apprentice must have mistaken him... Hold on!
Puppet Mistress was about to intervene urgently. But in the next moment, a long strand of hair suddenly snaked through the gap in the door, looping precisely around Bloodsaw's head.
The hair tightened instantly.
Puff—
Outside the door.
Bloodsaw was suddenly yanked against the door by the hair strand, frantically clawing at the wood as he struggled to breathe.
"I can't breathe! Stop!"
Puppet Mistress, in panic (ΩДΩ), forcefully slammed the door open, causing it to fall along with the bloodied Bloodsaw.
"He really is your teacher!"
In the hall.
Lynne, holding the hair tied to the beam, froze in shock as he saw his teacher lying on the floor (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪), stabbed multiple times, and bleeding profusely.
[Congratulations! You've triggered the achievement: Betraying Your Master! You have earned 200 Experience.]
[Betraying Your Master - an evil-aligned achievement, obtained by attacking your own teacher and causing severe bleeding under any circumstances. This signifies your solid step toward the chaotic evil alignment, granting you a permanent increase: Strength +3, Agility +2, Happiness +5.]
"…"
"…"
A brief silence.
"Sir!!" Lynne exclaimed in shock.
...
Ten minutes later, in the backyard operating table.
Puppet Mistress paced back and forth, visibly agitated. She looked at Bloodsaw, bleeding on the operating table, and then at Lynne, who was now dressed in a surgical gown, gloves, and mask, his gaze serious.
"Can he be saved?" Puppet Mistress asked urgently.
Lynne, holding a needle, replied confidently, "No problem. My teacher is incredibly resilient. Six stabs are nothing for him, especially with his apprentice, who has inherited his superb medical skills."
A bright gleam flashed on the needle.
"I'm sewing now!"
Lynne, focused, was about to proceed.
[Ding! Bloodsaw's Sanity -1]
"Hold on…" Bloodsaw, weak and pale, raised a trembling hand, pointing to a cabinet, "First, stop the bleeding… then administer anesthesia… then sew… step by step… don't skip any steps…"
Lynne nodded, "Yes, sir!"
He quickly turned to the cabinet, rummaging through it and finding several vials of hemostatic drugs and anesthetics.
Calmly preparing a syringe, Lynne glanced at his teacher's major artery.
Swish—
[Bloodsaw's Sanity -2]
"Stop!" Bloodsaw, feebly raising his hand, finally stopped Lynne just as he was about to inject. "Use a vein! A vein! How many times have I told you! Don't just jab wherever you see a large vessel… It's too risky to inject into a large artery…"
This was something they never expected. Their Vision World plaza had actually witnessed the arrival of Origin-level beings! And not just one, but three at once!
For the first time, they saw how the supreme will of the Vision World, due to the arrival of these three beings, upgraded their desolate little spot into a major city!
In the Vision World, different plazas are categorized based on the total amount of consciousness in the area. Level 9 is the lowest level, representing areas with the least amount of collective consciousness. The arrival of these three Origin-level beings had catapulted their once insignificant place up the ranks!
...
In the center of the plaza.
Lynne, with a smile, spread his arms and said, "Little, Sir, Ma'am, welcome to the Vision World!"
Little gaped in amazement at the surroundings, exclaiming, "It's so big—so this strange place exists—"
The Titan Skull looked around warily, his gaze quickly settling on the giant eye above them. Instinctively sensing a threat, he narrowed his eyes and said cautiously, "Vision World—Supreme Will—I've heard of it, but this is my first time here."
Lynne, sensing an opportunity, asked, "Sir, do you know something about it?"
The Titan Skull looked up and replied, "Supreme Will? I only know— it's a consciousness—descended into this world long before I did. It's far older than me—"
He sniffed the air and said with a hint of danger in his voice, "It's terrifying—very powerful—and capable of creating a consciousness domain—corresponding to the entire Dark World. Its status—is undoubtedly higher—than mine."
Lynne pondered. He had also thought about this, but it was far too remote and beyond his current capabilities.
The Titan Skull continued, "But don't worry—such a will won't concern itself too much with any specific creature. There are many Origin-level beings in the Dark World—it won't pay much attention—"
Was it because they posed no threat?
The more Lynne thought about it, the more he realized the depth and terror of this world.
Putting aside those unreachable thoughts, Lynne smiled slightly and said, "Well, the Vision World does provide a convenient domain for beings of the Dark World. Using the Vision World, no matter where you are, you can contact me and leave messages."
Lynne tapped the blue rune on his arm, remembering its function clearly. During his last exploration of the Vision World's various features, he recalled a function that allowed him to create a private channel for a select group of people.
"Found it!"
Almost instantly, rows of red text appeared before his eyes.
[You are creating a private group channel. Initial setup fee: 1000 Skull Coins. Capacity: 50 people. Would you like to create it now?]
"Yes!"
Buzz—
In a flash, Lynne observed the changes in the rune on his arm. A new independent group appeared alongside the Vision World and regional channels.
[Unnamed Channel 1]
It really worked!
The functionalities of the Vision World were indeed extensive, making Lynne wonder if the so-called Supreme Will had some connection to his own world.
Without hesitation, Lynne immediately sent invitations to Little and her family.
[Origin-level "Little" has joined the channel!]
[Origin-level "Titan Skull" has joined the channel!]
[Origin-level "Witch God Skull" has joined the channel!]
Watching the group quickly expand from one to four members, Lynne felt exceptionally satisfied. With this private group, future communications would be much more convenient. However, the channel's name needed some tweaking.
[You are renaming the channel…]
[Modification complete.]
[Renamed to: "Loving Family·Bloodsaw Potion Shop VIP Members Group"]
Lynne (´◡`) smiled.
Perfect!
If he encountered more reliable and loving high-level patients and their families in the future, he could add them to this private group.
Once they're in the group, they're all family!
[Little]: "Doctor ~ are you there?"
[Lynne]: "Yes! Great! Little, you learn to chat so quickly? So talented."
[Titan Skull]: "Why is it a VIP member group?"
[Lynne]: "Because Little is my first VIP customer, so I chose this name."
[Notification: Member Witch God Skull is changing their name…]
[Lynne]: "???"
[Mother-in-Law·Witch God]: "I think this is more appropriate."
[Lynne]: !!!
[Fiancée·Little]: "Eh? There's a strange title in front of Little's name now!"
[Useless·Titan]: "(Angry) (Beep—) I (Beep—)"
[Lynne]: "…"
Exiting the group chat, Lynne touched his forehead speechlessly, turning to look at Little's parents, who were once again starting a silent confrontation with each other, teeth clenched and foreheads pressed together. He had a feeling that this group was going to be full of joy and laughter in the future.
Little (ω)) asked, "It's interesting—Doctor—is it necessary to use a black stone like that every time we enter here?"
Lynne smiled and replied, "Yes."
Curious, Little inquired, "What happens when it's used up?"
Lynne cheerfully patted her head, saying, "That's simple. You just need to find any creature passing by and politely ask them for a Vision World Stone, and they'll give you one."
Surprised, Little asked, "Really? Will they really be that friendly?"
Lynne gave a thumbs up and smiled, "Definitely!"
"Hmm—got it—thank you, Doctor—(ω)"
...
Wandering Soul Lane. Bloodsaw Potion Shop.
Exhausted, Lynne returned to his attic room and flopped down on the bed, closing his eyes. Finally, he was back. So much had happened in one day, the experiences equating to more than what he had encountered in the past two years of his monotonous life. He had bid farewell to Little and her parents. But now, with the Vision World, staying in touch would be easier.
"Sleep! I need to rest for a while, and then focus on advancing my profession. I've accumulated too much experience."
Lynne closed his eyes, lying on the bed, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
...
In the early hours of the morning, two large figures slowly emerged in the mist of Wandering Soul Lane.
One was muscular, with seams of stitches all over his body, hideous to look at. The other was a tall lady dressed in a luxurious gown, wearing a large sun hat and adorned with expensive-looking gemstone rings on her slender fingers.
"Are you sure those three Origin-level Headhunters have left?" Bloodsaw asked with a hint of concern.
Puppet Mistress, standing with dignity and arms crossed, glanced at him and said, "I've been watching; they left hours ago. But I never expected that a stitched creature like you could bring out such an impressive apprentice."
Bloodsaw frowned, holding his razor, and said, "It's got nothing to do with me. I don't know how he met beings of that level. It's only been a few days since I left the shop…"
Puppet Mistress looked up at the shabby door of the distant shop.
"We're here."
She said firmly, clenching her hands secretly. Such a talented young man, if he truly remained in this forsaken place, would be a terrible waste. In any case, the first step was to make a good impression. Then, gradually, she could introduce her daughters to this handsome young man.
Soon, they arrived at the door of Bloodsaw's Potion Shop.
"Should we just go in?" Puppet Mistress raised an eyebrow.
Bloodsaw chuckled, "No! My apprentice is very dutiful. I told him to watch the shop before I left, and he would definitely take it seriously. If we go in without warning, he'll react defensively."
Thinking about this, he felt reassured. After all, this was the Dark World. More importantly, his apprentice had grown impressively in just a few days. If the Headhunter had left him any powerful items, entering unannounced might lead to severe injury.
Saying this, he approached the door with satisfaction and knocked three times.
Shouting up to the attic, he called out, "Lynne! Your master is back! Open the door!"
...
In the attic.
Lynne, sleeping soundly, opened his eyes reflexively, sitting up straight like a zombie.
"The voice of my master?"
He was startled. Grabbing the boning knife and revolver beside his bed, he listened as Bloodsaw's voice echoed again downstairs.
"Lynne! Hurry up and open the door! Your master is back! I need a good rest, do you hear me?"
Lynne quickly shouted back, "I'm coming right away, please wait! I have missed you so much!"
Without a second thought, Lynne quickly dressed, grabbed the boning knife, and hurriedly descended the stairs.
...
Outside the door.
Bloodsaw smiled slightly, a look of satisfaction on his otherwise unsightly face.
"Did you hear that? So thoughtful, so affectionate. He's my favorite apprentice I've taken in these past few years. We've always treated each other like family, though master and apprentice, our bond is like father and son."
Puppet Mistress, beaming, added, "Indeed, he seems like a very fine young man."
Bloodsaw (´◡`) approached the door, feeling very content. He sensed his apprentice's swift approach from inside the shop. In his mind, he imagined the scene that would unfold upon opening the door: his dutiful apprentice, teary-eyed, reuniting with him after a long separation.
Ah, just the thought was so touching.
He was almost moved to tears and closed his eyes, saying, "Lynne, your master I..."
Pfft—
Bloodsaw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— Shocked.
Puppet Mistress: "(ΩДΩ) Ahhhh!!"
A boning knife had suddenly stabbed through the door, piercing Bloodsaw. Meanwhile, Lynne's shout came from inside.
"No changes, huh! Impressive! You tried to trick me the day before yesterday, and now someone else is pretending to be my master? How could I not stab you a few more times?"
Pfft— Pfft— Pfft—
Three more stabs!
Bloodsaw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— Stunned.
"Lynne... you..." Bloodsaw, with wide eyes, tremblingly reached out and said, "I... I... I really am your..."
Pfft—
Another stab.
Bloodsaw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— In disbelief.
Puppet Mistress (ΩДΩ), hands raised, was speechless.
Is this Bloodsaw Potion Shop's welcome ritual?! Something's not right! This is too intense! Wait! His apprentice must have mistaken him... Hold on!
Puppet Mistress was about to intervene urgently. But in the next moment, a long strand of hair suddenly snaked through the gap in the door, looping precisely around Bloodsaw's head.
The hair tightened instantly.
Puff—
Outside the door.
Bloodsaw was suddenly yanked against the door by the hair strand, frantically clawing at the wood as he struggled to breathe.
"I can't breathe! Stop!"
Puppet Mistress, in panic (ΩДΩ), forcefully slammed the door open, causing it to fall along with the bloodied Bloodsaw.
"He really is your teacher!"
In the hall.
Lynne, holding the hair tied to the beam, froze in shock as he saw his teacher lying on the floor (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪), stabbed multiple times, and bleeding profusely.
[Congratulations! You've triggered the achievement: Betraying Your Master! You have earned 200 Experience.]
[Betraying Your Master - an evil-aligned achievement, obtained by attacking your own teacher and causing severe bleeding under any circumstances. This signifies your solid step toward the chaotic evil alignment, granting you a permanent increase: Strength +3, Agility +2, Happiness +5.]
"…"
"…"
A brief silence.
"Sir!!" Lynne exclaimed in shock.
...
Ten minutes later, in the backyard operating table.
Puppet Mistress paced back and forth, visibly agitated. She looked at Bloodsaw, bleeding on the operating table, and then at Lynne, who was now dressed in a surgical gown, gloves, and mask, his gaze serious.
"Can he be saved?" Puppet Mistress asked urgently.
Lynne, holding a needle, replied confidently, "No problem. My teacher is incredibly resilient. Six stabs are nothing for him, especially with his apprentice, who has inherited his superb medical skills."
A bright gleam flashed on the needle.
"I'm sewing now!"
Lynne, focused, was about to proceed.
[Ding! Bloodsaw's Sanity -1]
"Hold on…" Bloodsaw, weak and pale, raised a trembling hand, pointing to a cabinet, "First, stop the bleeding… then administer anesthesia… then sew… step by step… don't skip any steps…"
Lynne nodded, "Yes, sir!"
He quickly turned to the cabinet, rummaging through it and finding several vials of hemostatic drugs and anesthetics.
Calmly preparing a syringe, Lynne glanced at his teacher's major artery.
Swish—
[Bloodsaw's Sanity -2]
"Stop!" Bloodsaw, feebly raising his hand, finally stopped Lynne just as he was about to inject. "Use a vein! A vein! How many times have I told you! Don't just jab wherever you see a large vessel… It's too risky to inject into a large artery…"
