Chapter 226: You Were a Woman All Along?!

Chapter 226: You Were a Woman All Along?!

So fast!

Ashe gasped in surprise. Harvey’s act of flicking away his cigarette butt was incredibly sudden. The butt fell to the ground in less than a second, yet Banjeet not only reacted in time, but also shot out an ice spike with speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and with alarming accuracy—considering it was aimed at a falling cigarette butt that was already burnt out, smaller than a fingertip!

If Banjeet were to use this move in a close-range assault, Ashe was certain he wouldn’t be able to react in time and would have to rely on “Primal Instincts” to dodge.

He also had a hunch about Harvey’s intentions. Harvey’s outburst first thing in the morning was naturally not just about the Corpse—after all, he had spent over a year in Shattered Lake Prison without indulging in carnal desires. Arriving in the Gospel Kingdom just a few days ago, it was unlikely he would be so impatient. He was a pervert, not a Bewitcher; his desires weren’t that strong.

Harvey’s real aim was to tear apart Annan’s hypocritical facade.

Annan claimed to respect and care for them, but his actions were effectively imprisoning them, cutting off all their communications, and blocking all their exits. Ashe and the others had taken note and could understand the reasons, but that didn’t mean they accepted them.

The Con Artist hadn’t lashed out yet because he wanted to gather more information. In his day-to-day interactions, he even maintained a superficial relationship with Annan, waiting to catch him off guard before making his move; while the Cult Leader hadn’t lashed out simply because he hadn’t grown tired of the food here yet. However, having the same dish for breakfast two days in a row, the former Death row inmate who hadn’t repeated a meal for half a month in Shattered Lake Prison was starting to have some complaints.

Harvey brought their conflicts to light, effectively cornering Annan. Annan had only two options: the first was to tear away his ‘good boss’ Mask and reveal the true face of a Slave master.

No more pretending, it’s all out in the open now, all three of you will become my dogs!

And the second option...

“Mr. Harvey wishes to select fresh Corpse materials, what about you? Do you have any requests?”

Igor was unapologetic: “This Kingdom also has a Curtain for the exchange of knowledge. I desire access to log into the Curtain, and preferably, a large-screen multimedia Curtain login device.”

“I want money,” Ashe said bluntly. “I played a virtual game yesterday and realized that without spending money, there are no experience boosts, increased drop rates, starter sets, or daily check-in rewards. You need to put in at least a bit of money for a good gaming experience.”

“I want lots of clothes, plushies, candies, and, and—more,” Lise counted on her fingers, making her wishes.

“I’ve heard all your requests,” Annan said. “Some are reasonable, others are outrageous, but as your boss, I can fulfill them all—”

“As long as you can beat me in the game.”

“Game? What game?” Igor speculated with maximum malice about Annan’s plot. “A complex local game unique to the Gospel Kingdom?”

“No, no, no, this game is not complicated at all, and it’s very favorable to the side with more people.”

Purple Moth lightly flicked her earring, making a crisp sound.

“As long as you know your companions well enough.”

The ‘Volunteers’ that Sivirin mentioned are those eco-conscious individuals who willingly take to the streets to pick up trash, driven by a zeal for public welfare.

Perhaps there is some encouragement from the sacred bloodline or perhaps not, but there is always a segment of the population that chooses to venture out at night, specifically to seek out homeless individuals unwilling to take out loans for work and use them for violent catharsis. Unfortunately, they often cannot cross the psychological barrier and stop short of killing, hence the existence of the Fourth Emergency Department.

The presence of these Volunteers has significantly cleaned up the city environment. However, the more astute homeless individuals have learned to strategically relocate, resulting in the Sewer rats being hit with a demotion in status.

Nevertheless, the Government Affairs Hall will soon install iron barriers and a series of Restriction measures in the sewers—deserters are not tolerated on this urban battlefield.

“Dr. Sivirin, there is a patient waiting in your office for a scheduled Biological Prosthesis transformation.”

“Biological Prosthesis transformation?” Sivirin was puzzled, “Aren’t there better qualified individuals in the hospital... Oh, I see now.”

Certainly, the hospital harbored Bio-modification physicians with more expertise than Sivirin, so this patient was specifically presented to the Princess of the sacred bloodline for practice—if patient assignments were truly based on technical proficiency, wouldn’t Sivirin be left sitting on the bench for a year?

Should the hospital dare to leave Sivirin benched, it wouldn’t be long before her Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters would have the hospital’s upper management hanging from the rafters.

However, as soon as Sivirin entered her office, she immediately discarded her previous conjecture—the hospital wasn’t paying her a courtesy, it was clearly tossing a hot potato her way!

Inside the office sat two people: a tall man dressed in a hunter’s coat, his right hand adorned with a Sin Hunter Half-sleeve, white-haired and blood-eyed, his face etched with age and indifference; and a lovely girl in a wheelchair, dressed in an elaborate gown, lacking hands and feet, resembling an unfinished doll.

“Hello, I am Gerard Wessminster, Hunter Number 307791,” the white-haired man said. “This is Selina Bright.”

“I am Sivirin Gwenn.” Sivirin squatted down, looking at Selina: “May I ask why a Blood Mad Hunter is bringing a minor for treatment? Or are you, Mr. Hunter, also moonlighting as a Guardian from the Nursery?”

Selina spoke timidly, “Hello, Senior Sister.”

“Hello, Selina,” Sivirin said, gently patting Selina’s head, her eyes brimming with pitiful tenderness. “Your name is as beautiful as mine.”

Selina thought to herself, this woman is shameless.

“She is not a child from the Nursery.”

“Then whose child is she?”

“My child.”

Sivirin turned to look at Gerard, stepped back to close the office door, then leaned against it, her forehead in her hand, her face full of confusion.

“(☉_☉) Wait, are you saying... you used to be a woman?”

Gerard stood up: “May I request a different doctor?”