Chapter 237: Doing This in Broad Daylight—Isn’t It a Bit Indecent?
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Chapter 237: Doing This in Broad Daylight—Isn’t It a Bit Indecent?
Though he said it like it was no big deal, actually going through with it was far more complicated than Steven had imagined.
After all, he had just made the first incision when the girl—who had been unconscious—let out a soft whimper and suddenly woke up from the pain.
With a sigh, Steven had no choice but to knock her out again, giving the back of her head a swift tap.
Only after confirming she had passed out once more did Steven finally get the chance to examine her spine—now almost completely petrified by Originium. Bright yellow Originium concentrate flowed through it, and it was hard to imagine how she'd managed to stay alive in this condition at all.
No wonder she had turned into that bloodthirsty, crazed version of herself earlier. Who could endure something like this?
Steven lowered his gaze to her crystalized spine.
His original plan was to extract the Originium concentrate from within—but now, seeing the situation up close, he realized that plan wouldn’t work.
Even if he managed to pull the fluid out, it would be completely unusable.
This was no longer a spine with Originium—it had become Originium.
No wonder the doctors at Rhodes Island were at their wits’ end.
After a moment of contemplation, Steven clenched his fist and made a decision.
What he was about to do might look, to any outsider, more like murder than medicine.
Without hesitation, he shifted the blade in his hand toward the girl's neck.
Then—slash.
With a single, decisive motion, he sliced clean through.
The intense pain caused Specter to awaken again, her eyes snapping wide open—but the moment she did, she realized something terrifying.
She could no longer feel anything below her neck.
Yes—Steven had severed her entire spine. And as if that weren’t horrifying enough, what he did next looked like something out of a grotesque horror film: like a deranged killer, he reached in and pulled out her entire spinal column from her body.
It was brutal. Bloody. Unbearably graphic.
But for Steven, it was a necessity.
If there was any way to save her—to truly cure her—this was the only path forward.
As he completed the extraction, the girl’s eyes flew open in shock. Even someone as physically resilient as an Abyssal Hunter couldn’t endure that level of trauma. Her pupils dilated, and her life force began to rapidly fade.
Any normal person would’ve been helpless at this point. All they could do was watch her die.
But Steven was no ordinary man.
With a swift motion, he smashed a bottle of Lingering Healing Potion against the ground. A pink mist exploded outward, immediately wrapping around Specter’s body.
And then—miraculously—her wounds began to mend. The life that had begun to leave her slowly returned. Not only that… even her spine, the one he had just ripped out, began to regenerate.
What should’ve been an impossible miracle now unfolded right before Steven’s eyes.
But he had expected this outcome. After all, he had complete confidence in his potions.
Without wasting a moment, he tossed another bottle of Lingering Regeneration Potion to the ground, reinforcing the healing effect. Only then did he finally turn his attention to the object in his hand—the spine he had just extracted from Specter’s body.
It was still slick with fresh blood, and within it, the Originium concentrate now boiled violently, as though it were alive. As soon as it left her body, it began to churn and surge like it was trying to escape, racing toward the open ends in a desperate attempt to re-enter its host.
But Steven had already anticipated this.
With a single finger, he pressed against the severed end, sealing the flow completely. No matter how violently the fluid surged, not a single drop could escape.
It didn’t take long before Steven noticed something was off.
The spinal column in his hand, already unstable, began to glow ominously—like someone had flipped on a switch. Every segment lit up with an eerie radiance, pulsing with unstable Originium energy.
If he had to put it into words, it looked like…
It was about to explode.
Steven’s lips twitched.
He wasn’t particularly worried about himself—an explosion like that wouldn’t kill him. But Specter? She might not be so lucky.
Fortunately for him, what would be a walking catastrophe in anyone else’s hands was just another weird item to Steven.
With a casual motion, he stuffed the still-glowing spine into his inventory.
Instantly, the volatile glow died out. The insane surge of Originium energy that had saturated the room vanished without a trace. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
That’s right—once something goes into his inventory, it behaves.
Unless it’s one of those rare modded items that can still function inside, once it’s in there—even a nuke—it's just another piece of luggage.
Clapping the dust off his hands, Steven turned back toward Specter, who was still lying in the swirling pink mist of the healing potion.
Her condition had improved considerably, though the regeneration process was far from comfortable. As her spine regrew, her body began to twitch and squirm involuntarily.
Well, yeah—growing back flesh and bone? That kind of thing has to itch.
Steven reached out and gently held her down to keep her from rolling over. She needed to stay lying flat—if she turned over, well... those massive white buns on her chest might just end up blinding him. Best not to risk it.
Still kneeling by her side, Steven pulled two bottles of milk from his inventory.
He downed one in a single go, instantly purging the early-stage Oripathy he’d picked up when handling her spine. Then, he held the second can near Specter’s lips.
To be fair, for someone like her—an Abyssal Hunter whose body had already been transformed into a half-human, half-Seaborn hybrid—milk wasn’t particularly effective in combat. But that wasn’t the point. All Steven needed was to flush out the remaining Originium concentrate still lingering inside her.
If he really did purge the Seaborn part of her, she probably wouldn't be happy about it. After all, most of the Abyssal Hunters' power came from their transformation. Take that away, and she’d be just another ordinary girl.
And Steven wasn’t the kind of guy to mess with someone’s biology without their consent.
But Specter, still lost in her own regenerative torment, was definitely not cooperating anymore. Even as Steven held the can to her lips, she tried to bite his fingers.
“Tch, stubborn,” Steven muttered.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed her delicate chin with his other hand and tilted her head back. Like force-feeding a rebellious cat, he began to pour the milk straight into her mouth.
The creamy liquid spilled from the corners of her lips, trailing down her cheeks.
If someone walked in on this scene right now, they'd probably think they’d wandered into some kind of Hentai doujin scene.
Bit by bit, the milk slid down her throat, and Steven managed to get more than half the bottle into her.
But then Specter began to thrash even harder.
The pain—or maybe the overwhelming sensation of everything regenerating at once—was clearly becoming too much. Her struggles grew more intense, her body writhing in the mist like a wounded beast.
Steven narrowed his eyes.
This girl might have a body built to withstand hell, but even she had limits.
And right now, she was teetering dangerously close to them.
Even the bed beneath Specter couldn’t withstand the force of her thrashing. It creaked violently under the strain, the frame rattling like it was about to fall apart—sounding very much like it was about to collapse.
And sure enough, all the noise eventually caught the attention of the inn’s front desk attendant. With a complicated expression, she made her way to the door of their room and glanced down at the poor little orca (Skadi) that had been left sitting awkwardly outside like a discarded housepet.
“Um… excuse me,” the receptionist began, her tone polite but obviously struggling to stay composed. “I understand that the gentleman inside might be… quite vigorous, but, well—firstly, it’s not even nighttime yet, and secondly, the noise is starting to disturb the rest of our guests. So if possible, could you… ask your companion to maybe, um, keep it down a little?”
Her voice was laced with embarrassment, but she was clearly trying to remain tactful.
After all, the noise coming from that room had reached ridiculous levels—like someone was literally ripping the bed apart. And that wasn’t even counting the muffled, pained moans from Specter, which, to anyone unaware of the real situation, definitely didn’t sound like a medical emergency.
True, that man inside was handsome, and the girl was gorgeous in a way that felt almost surreal. But still… in broad daylight?
Even just a little restraint would’ve been appreciated.
Skadi, however, was completely and utterly baffled.
She tilted her head, her ocean-colored eyes blinking innocently as she stared at the receptionist like she was speaking another language.
What was the problem?
It was just treatment. Of course there would be noise. That was normal, right?
Why would it matter whether it was day or night? Was there some sort of… healing time bonus she didn’t know about?
Just as she was about to voice her confusion, a loud CRACK echoed from inside the room—a sound of wood snapping under immense pressure—followed by another low moan from Specter.
Yep. The bed was done for.
The receptionist stood frozen, eyes wide as she stared at the closed door.
She had initially assumed Steven was just a pretty boy—slim and scholarly-looking. But from the sounds of it…
Was he really that strong in bed!?
She’d only ever heard people joke about breaking furniture like that. But now she was standing in front of a room where it had actually happened.
Her cheeks flushed pink, caught somewhere between embarrassment and—dare it be said—admiration.
Thankfully, the painfully awkward silence didn’t last too long.
A few seconds later, the door swung open from the inside.
Steven stepped out, looking completely relaxed, like he’d just gone for a brisk walk instead of wrestling a regenerating semi-aquatic hybrid on a collapsing bed.
He started to gesture to Skadi to come in, but paused when he noticed the blushing receptionist standing nearby. Their eyes met for a brief moment of shared—and thoroughly mismatched—understanding.
“…Uh,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “The bed broke. But I’ll pay for it.”
The receptionist blinked, clearly unsure whether to be impressed or scandalized. There was a weird mixture of embarrassment and… something like awe in her eyes as she looked at him.
“…O-of course, sir,” she stammered, quickly regaining her composure. “Would you like us to arrange a different room for you? One with better soundproofing, perhaps? We’ll reinforce the bed too—guaranteed to provide an even better… experience.”
Now that’s a professional.
Even in the middle of a wildly misunderstood situation, she was still offering premium service.
Steven nodded. “Sure. I don’t mind either way.”
But then he noticed something—her eyes flickering, just briefly, toward his lower abdomen. His little Steven.
A strange silence settled over him.
—Wait.
Was she misunderstanding something?
That entire “procedure” he’d done just now—was it being seen as something else entirely?
Steven suddenly wore a tight, awkward smile.
Yep.
This whole surgery situation had officially been misinterpreted.
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