Chapter 1330: Parul’s Word Is Her Bond
Holy crap! That gave me a fright. I was just fretting over how to deal with this pile of Ratmen corpses when Amelia’s body suddenly erupted with powerful fluctuations. In a flash, I thought I saw those Ratmen instantly explode into a mess of flesh and blood before disappearing.
It wasn’t just me who was startled; Amelia herself and the Mutation Master were equally shocked. The few surviving Ratmen were trembling, their legs turned to jelly by the terrifying aura.
As the Glutton Witch, I had a hunch. These Ratmen were eaten, devoured by that terrifying aura. And I wasn’t unfamiliar with this aura; I’d felt it many times before, always emanating from Amelia.
The difference was that before, this aura had leaked out unconsciously, even causing spatial distortions around Amelia. But now, it was well-hidden, completely controlled to prevent any anomaly.
This time was no different. It hadn’t appeared too early or too late, but precisely when we had finished the surgery and were left with the failed experiment’s Ratmen corpses to dispose of. Then, it suddenly appeared and devoured all the Ratmen corpses in one go.
This indicated it was intentional, and enjoyed doing so. Only after gathering enough Ratmen corpses did it devour them all to its heart’s content.
Tempting as these Ratmen corpses might be, I would absolutely refuse to eat them. But to higher beings, other races are like delectable fish, and even terrifying Insect Race creatures can be supreme delicacies. Perhaps these Ratmen were just snacks, like little fish fry.
As for the true identity of this aura, I could only think of one possibility: it was lurking within Amelia, possessing an inherently terrifying and powerful aura.
It was likely the Demigod Amelia conceived after divine intercourse, a descendant of the Moon God, yet to be born.
Unexpectedly, a Demigod, still in the womb, could already devour flesh and blood. It wasn’t just that it hadn’t weaned; it hadn’t even started feeding yet.
“Wh-what was that?!” The Mutation Master finally came to its senses, trembling as it asked. It had been utterly terrified by the aura, not even realizing it was coming from Amelia.
Samantha’s sudden intervention had already shocked the Mutation Master immensely. Now, this… it felt like danger lurked everywhere, as if it could be eaten by some terrifying entity at any moment.
“Don’t panic. We’re just disposing of these corpses. You’re here to trade with us; we won’t harm you,” Amelia said with a wry smile.
It seemed she’d figured it out too. Having a child in her womb that had already started gluttonous feasting before birth, she didn’t know whether to be happy or worried.
“Right, right! I’m just here for the trade. You’ve learned now, so I should be going,” the Mutation Master said with a dry laugh, hastily proposing to leave.
“Please wait,” I called out, stopping it. “You can’t leave.”
“Is-is there something else?” the Mutation Master asked fearfully. It just wanted to leave quickly, but it had been summoned. Until the summoner agreed to send it back, it couldn’t return on its own.
“The rest of the payment hasn’t been settled yet. Didn’t we agree? You teach us, and we give you a bag of dimensional stones.” I took out the remaining bag of dimensional stones and tossed it to it.
I had no intention of reneging on the deal. Honestly, the Mutation Master had taught us well, especially since it seemed to have gotten carried away at times, trying out many different surgical methods. Its guidance was quite thoughtful, demonstrating again and again without holding back.
As a result, Amelia and I had actually learned more technical skills than initially agreed upon. For that alone, I wasn’t going to cheat it.
“Thank you, thank you. Can I go now?” The Mutation Master accepted the dimensional stones, nodding repeatedly and bowing subserviently, its attitude incredibly polite.
After I agreed to recall it, the Mutation Master transformed into a green lightning bolt and vanished. Along with it disappeared the few Ratmen who were lucky enough to survive. Having narrowly escaped death, their bodies had undergone some modifications, promising them a bright future.
The tent fell silent, even the magic circle on the ground disappeared. Aside from the dissected Guardian Army corpse, no other traces remained.
“Amelia, how do you feel now?” I asked.
“I feel great. Performing this surgery now would be a sure success,” Amelia said confidently, also excited about learning the so-called techniques of other races.
Although the concept of medical skill was almost nonexistent among the Ratmen, and they saw it as a method for modifying weapons, in human society, this would fall under biomedical engineering.
“Then let’s tidy up. We should head out too. I’ll find a time to operate on Safah,” I said after some thought. “If I can’t make it to his surgery due to some accident, I hope you can complete this treatment in my stead.”
“Don’t say such unlucky things! We agreed to perform this surgery together,” Amelia said, rolling her eyes.
“Just in case, just in case, Amelia. I envy your ability to focus solely on medicine, unburdened by anything else. But I have too many other matters to deal with, and I can’t live as freely as you,” I sighed helplessly.
“I, Parul, keep my word, even with Ratmen. So if I’m truly unable to personally operate on Safah due to certain circumstances, please, I beg you, help me complete this surgery,” I said to Amelia earnestly.
“Do you need my help?” Samantha suddenly spoke, interrupting me. Her intention was good, and Samantha must have known something.
“No, this is my own business. I really can’t trouble you further, and isn’t it quite risky for you to be here?”
I had noticed that Samantha only appeared for a moment each time she intervened, and she obscured her presence using something akin to Shadow Magic.
Considering the Divine Punishment, Samantha was likely cautiously hiding within the Dream World of Amelia’s Clinic, only daring to send out an automaton. This automaton was probably just a clone, capable of briefly summoning her main body’s power, but it was still very risky. Discovery by a higher power would spell disaster.
“Alright, I promise. But you must come and do this surgery with me. Without Parul, it would be too boring,” Amelia agreed.
Although her words were somewhat contradictory. If I could come and do the surgery with her, then she wouldn’t need to substitute for me.
And if I guaranteed I would do it with her, then if something really happened, wouldn’t I still be breaking my promise?
So, I could only smile, not daring to agree. I knew what she meant.
