Iya Continent: Card God

"Drink... Hoo..."

Linta breathed slowly, trying his best to remain calm.

The enemy he was about to face was Dr. Montblanc Sith.

His nurse was a high-level Diamond-ranked expert, so his existence was probably at the "King-level"!

Defeating a King-level player is absolutely impossible for me right now.

There might be a slight chance of escaping from him.

Before all of this, there is one unknown. This unknown is the key to everything.

"call……!"

Linta took a deep breath, calming his agitated emotions, and walked fearlessly toward the corridor at the end of the darkness.

In the eerily quiet corridor, even Linta's footsteps were silent.

Linta showed no fear or timidity, and just kept moving forward.

Even if this corridor is an endless road that can never be traversed.

But that wasn't the case. Linta hadn't gone far when a dark light burst forth ahead, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery completely changed.

"Ok?"

Linta raised an eyebrow; he was currently in an operating room.

The doctor, Montblanc Siss, was fully equipped with protective gear and performing an operation.

The patient he operated on was the first patient he had seen in the ward at night, a haggard-looking woman.

Under the operating table lights, Lin Ta noticed that the woman's hair was completely white. Not the natural white, but the white of age. Yet the woman looked very young, no more than thirty.

Dr. Montblanc Siss remained focused on his surgery, paying no attention to Linta who appeared behind him.

Linta remained vigilant, but would never take the initiative to attack.

Moreover, Lin Ta couldn't even tell whether the scene before him was real or an illusion.

Linta could only watch quietly as Dr. Sith performed the surgery.

Linta had never witnessed a real surgical procedure in his life, but he was certain that this was a surgical skill that he would never, and would never, surpass this doctor's.

This isn't just medical skill; it's art!

The technique is extremely skillful, with no unnecessary steps. There is even a magical element integrated into the surgery; the body being operated on may not even realize that it is being cut and stitched up.

"Forehead!?"

Linta stared wide-eyed at the unbelievable scene unfolding before her.

The haggard woman with graying hair had her hair regain its shine, turning from white to light blue, and her skin and face had become rosy. She had previously looked no more than thirty years old, but now she looked like a girl of sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen.

Dr. Sith put down his surgical instruments and glanced back at Linta.

Montblanc Siss was wearing a medical mask, revealing only his eyes. The moment Linta met those eyes, he felt a shiver run through him, an indescribable sensation washing over him.

Dr. Sith remained silent, only snapping his fingers.

Then the light disappeared, and everything went black. A moment later, the light flashed again. My vision returned to the operating room.

Unlike before, the girl on the operating table was gone; a new patient, a beastman ape, lay on her.

"Hmm?" Linta blinked, staring intently at what he saw.

Dr. Sith once again became completely absorbed in the surgical procedure.

Linta's vigilance eased slightly. The other party's actions all pointed to the "unknown" reason. But was it really possible?

Linta, lost in thought, was suddenly drawn to the changes taking place on the operating table.

The burly orc ape-man was transformed into a human during the surgery!

All the hair on his body disappeared, and his body transformed into the appearance of a human. Not a single hair was plucked from the entire operating table; the hair had simply retracted into his body and disappeared naturally.

Is this surgery or magic?

Linta was completely shocked and stunned.

With a sudden darkness followed by a flash of light, the gorilla-man on the operating table vanished.

This time, there were no new patients, only an empty operating table.

Or rather, the next patient... is me!

Linta snapped out of her daze and met the gaze of Dr. Montblanc Siss, who was looking at her.

Dr. Sith said amiably, "There are some things you may have misunderstood. I'm just a doctor, and all I want to do is cure my patients."

Linta's eyes darted around, and he nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.

Dr. Sith then said, "You are also my patient, please let me heal you."

"Speak," he gestured toward the hospital bed, indicating that Linta should lie down on it.

Linta's eyes trembled, his face somber.

Then, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he met her gaze with unwavering resolve.

"I am not sick, I do not need your treatment, doctor."

Dr. Sith chuckled and said, "All patients say they are not sick. If you are not sick, why can't you control the magic within you right now? I am a doctor, I will not lie to you, I only want to cure you."

Linta's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes gleamed with a burning light.

"If that's all there is to it, then I can only heal myself."

As she spoke, Linta began to control the magic power within her body.

This magical power, however, was now flowing erratically through the nerves and blood. Once under the master's control, it would rampage wildly, even harming the master's internal body.

"Forehead……"

Linta's face immediately showed a look of discomfort.

Dr. Montblanc Siss, however, did not show any pleasure, as if to say, "See, I told you so." Instead, his gaze turned cold and stern.

"Hehe..." Linta, despite his pain, revealed a confident smile.

Even now, blood is spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Break it for me!"

Accompanied by a suppressive force of will, the magic power within his body was forcibly pulled and dragged towards his chest. Within his inner sea of ​​consciousness, even more magic power surged forth as if summoned.

"Den!"

The magic completely filled his body, flowing from top to bottom, and the bottleneck that had been blocking him was broken through.

Advanced! Mid-Tier Diamond Level!

At this moment, Linta's aura and state of mind were completely renewed, as if he had been reborn.

Linta smiled and looked at him, saying, "Dr. Sith, I'm not sick, am I?"

Dr. Montblanc Siss stared at Linta for a moment, then remained silent.

He then took off his mask, smiled, and said, "It seems so."

Linta breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that her guesses and suspicions were true.

This doctor, though incredibly powerful, seems to follow some kind of law.

This rule dictates that he can only treat the injured and sick. He can only "take action" against the injured and sick.

And those who are unharmed...

"Ha, why would someone who's perfectly healthy come back to my hospital!"

Suddenly, Dr. Sith's emotions changed drastically. A thick magical power, as dense as stardust, enveloped his entire body, and his face, covered by the magical power, resembled that of a demon god.

"What……"

Linta was shocked. He was instantly suppressed by this extremely powerful force and pressed hard to the ground, unable to use any of his strength or abilities.

Was my guess wrong?!

"Ding! Clang!"

The moonlight on the hospital bed has rusted.

The longing for distant places remains vibrant.

When will I be able to return?

Go and water the fields of my sorrowful heart.

Suddenly, the sound of a piano filled the hospital, the music flowing melodiously, and the recitation of poetry reached their ears.

The overwhelming magic released by Doctor Sith began to subside, and his amiable face turned towards the direction from which the music was coming with a half-smile.

Linta's pupils widened. He was panting heavily, feeling suppressed, but he already knew who had come.

In my gaze, a man wearing a round top hat and brightly colored clothes, carrying a katti violin, walked over cheerfully.

The bard, Gideon.