I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

Volume 3 [Stories of the Dead: The Tortured Girl]

A figure staggered out of the withered grass, the bloodstains on its body staining the grass crimson.

The figure staggered out of the withered grass, then looked around at the withered trees and dead yellow grass.

The figure wore a strange coat, held a strange large knife in one hand, and wore strange ornaments. Its body was covered in blood holes and smears.

The figure moved slowly, using a large sword as a cane. A bright red heart beat within the wound on his left abdomen, and his other hand covered the bleeding area.

"Thump!" The broadsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He then collapsed onto the withered, yellow earth.

This person is [Reid], originally an employee of the Urban Lobotomy Corporation, who came to another world due to an accident.

In a battle against a god, Reid pulls off a last-ditch counterattack against the Blood God, but at the last moment is unexpectedly teleported to another location.

Reed is covered in blood now; he'll definitely die if he's not treated soon. Even if he doesn't, all sorts of creatures will appear at night, making things even more dangerous.

Red tried to open his eyes and get up, but he collapsed again after only a short while. His eyelids grew heavy, and he closed his eyes completely.

Reed lay there on the withered grass, the greatsword beside him, his heart still pounding with longing from the wound in his abdomen.

Time passed... The stars in the night sky were exceptionally bright in the early morning, but strangely, there were no birds chirping or animal sounds nearby.

Perhaps it's because this land is no longer suitable for these creatures to live on.

"What's that noise?" A frail voice slowly appeared.

It was an old man with a hunched back, carrying a simple handheld lamp.

The old man squinted slightly as he carefully stepped onto the road.

He slowly walked to Reed's side, held out the lamp in his hand and shone it forward, then rubbed his eyes with his wrinkled hands.

"These are... those damned humans?" the old man muttered to himself, taking a slight step forward to examine them more closely.

"Oh... so it's a demi-human. I almost got senile and didn't see the wings..."

The old man's eyesight was failing; he was already old and his vision was not good.

In addition, due to the darkness of night and the fact that Reid's appearance was completely obscured, the old man mistook Reid for a demi-human.

[Ajin: A race that is basically similar to humans, but whose unique characteristics are that they have animal tails or ears, and possess some animal traits, such as having cat ears or tails, and being more agile than ordinary humans.]

The old man was a demi-human, with a pair of bull ears. Because Reid had two wings, the old man also mistook Reid for a demi-human.

"Hey... young man... what happened to you? How did you get so badly injured? Young man, who are you from?" The old man squatted down slightly and shook Reid with both hands.

When the old man withdrew his hands, he was terrified to find them covered in blood.

He quickly stepped back several paces, pulled up some withered grass from the side, and wiped his hands.

Even after seeing the bloodstains on his hands disappear, his heart was still pounding. The old man was a little scared and prepared to go back.

But after walking a few steps, he stopped again, turning back to look at Reed lying in a pool of blood.

"Sigh... Let's save them, they're all of the same race. It's probably those demons again..." The old man sighed and returned to Reid's side.

The old man touched his slightly torn clothes with both hands, realizing he had no bandages to stop the bleeding.

"What...what should I do? I don't know how to treat this..."

The old man glanced at the withered grass beside him, then touched the hemp rope on his shoulder.

This hemp rope was used to tie up grass, but it hasn't been used in a long time.

The old man came up with a solution. He put his lantern aside and used his wrinkled hands to pull up the withered grass beside him.

The old man wiped his sweat; his hands ached from pulling at the grass. He took some dry grass and went to Reed's side.

They placed the withered grass on one of the wounds and then tied it up with hemp rope. During this process, because Reed was too heavy...

The old man had to lift Reed for a while, even with just a rope, until he was covered in sweat.

Although it was somewhat rudimentary and not very effective, it was still able to stop the bleeding somewhat.

The old man considered taking Reed home for further treatment, but he was simply too weak to move Reed.

But couldn't we ask other demi-humans for help? The old man didn't even consider it, because he knew it was useless.

Clearly, these withered grasses weren't enough to cover the entire wound, so the old man had to go and pull out more withered grasses.

Because of his advanced age and because it was nighttime, when he would normally be asleep, the procedure was extremely difficult.

His outer garment was soaked with sweat, and his wrinkled hands ached more and more with each pull, but he didn't stop.

"Hang in there... this little pain... it won't defeat me," the old man encouraged himself before continuing to pull.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground after pulling up one plant after another.

I tied it up again and again, until I finally tightened the last bit of the wound.

The old man slumped to the ground, wiped the sweat from his brow with his clothes, and gasped for breath.

Although the results were not good, the old man worried that all his efforts had been in vain.

[But now that we've seen it, we should at least give it a try—what if it works?]

Although the wound was still bleeding, the bandage made of this little bit of dry grass was still somewhat effective; at least it wouldn't heal so quickly.

In addition, the galaxy necklace around her neck helped the bleeding wound to slowly heal.

Red survived a brush with death, thanks to bundles of dry grass and a few pieces of hemp rope.

Without these weeds binding the wound, even with the Galaxy Necklace, he might have died.

The work had gone on until 3 a.m., and the old man lay on the ground, feeling extremely tired.

Exhausted, the old man lay down on the ground and fell asleep immediately...

The old man hadn't slept for long when he suddenly heard wolves howling around him.

Upon hearing this, the old man trembled and quickly looked around.

He discovered that six pairs of eyes were staring at him, slowly approaching and seemingly surrounding him.

"Oh no... the young man's blood has attracted the wolves..." The old man slapped his thigh in panic, but fear made him think of a solution.

He picked up the lantern beside him, then used the leftover weeds from bandaging to form a circle around himself and Red.

Then he tilted the lantern slightly and lit the dry grass.

The wolves stopped abruptly upon seeing the flames ahead, but the dry grass burned quickly.

The old man also noticed this, and he laid the remaining dry grass on the ground in a line.

The flames burned along this line, and this finish line was made of weeds.

It was the other weeds that caused the fire to quickly spread to other weed patches.

The flames then gradually engulfed the surrounding dry grass and wood, setting them ablaze.

The entire grassland lit up, and the wolves naturally scattered.

The old man sat back down, patted his back, fanned himself with his hand, and found a place to lie down and sleep...