Blood Sorcerer

Ever since he came to this world, Ash had heard the term "Blood Moon Judgment" more than once.

At first, he thought it was an execution show.

Then, he thought it was a live execution show.

After that, he thought it was an online quiz show that randomly picked a lucky audience member to execute.

Now, Ash felt that the Blood Moon Judgment was probably a live variety show with unrestricted combat.

"Yes, when the death row criminals participate in the Blood Moon Judgment, the prison will release all of your restrictions. At that time, you can use your spell energy to activate your spell spirit."

The medic held out her hand, and a spell spirit in the form of a kindly old grandmother appeared in her palm.

"If you ask whether there is a chance to trade in the Blood Moon Judgment, theoretically, there is, but no one can do it. I don't need to explain why, right? It's not like you haven't seen the Blood Moon Judgment before."

"I've never seen it before!"

"Don't think that I'm so easy to fool!" The medic almost roared. "I won't believe such a stupid lie!"

This time, the medic was no longer willing to divulge any information. Ash's clumsy lie made her feel as if her dignity had been insulted. Not only did he lie, he actually used a lie that even children wouldn't fall for. Who was he looking down on?

Ash also felt very wronged. He had really never seen the Blood Moon Judgment before, but everyone here tacitly agreed that this was basic common sense and didn't need any additional introduction.

Since he could not trick her for any more information, Ash was ready to go for his meal. However, the medic stopped him from leaving then.

"Why did you ask about the elf just now? Are you worried about him?"

"It's too embarrassing to say that I'm worried. I'm just a little concerned."

Ash scratched the tender new flesh on his shoulder. "After all, he's the first person I've killed. Don't murderers always go back to the crime scene to watch it? I more or less have the same mindset."

"Are you serious? He was actually your first time?"

"The way you put it is really misleading…"

"You're a death row criminal who can live in the luxury suite of the Shattered Lake Prison! For you, shouldn't destroying lives be as simple as putting on clothes and eating, and torturing souls be as habitual as breathing?"

"Although I'm not a good person, I really am innocent!"

"I'll believe the first half of your statement."

The medic looked down at the spell spirit in her hands, as if weighing her words.

"All right, I'll believe that it's your first time killing someone. Then why do you care about whether that elf lives? Do you hope that he wouldn't survive, or do you hope that he wouldn't die?"

"Both."

"Both?" The medic couldn't help but let out a laugh. "You hope that he'll be both dead and alive?"

"To be honest, the enmity between us hasn't reached a point where I absolutely want him to die. If possible, I would rather give him a good beating with a geoduck-shaped soft stick to vent my anger. Furthermore, I have questions I would like to ask him, so I don't really want him to die."

Ash shrugged. "But if he's really dead, I'll probably just lament before I go to sleep tonight that life is like the ocean, and only those with a strong will can reach the other shore… So even if he's dead, I wouldn't be too concerned."

"I'm starting to believe that this is the first time you've killed someone," the medic said. "Your words are not appealing to either side. In the case display stage, saying that you're merciful can get you the care of the human rights organizations. Saying that you're eliminating threats can get you the support of the extremist organizations. Only such an ambiguous and indecisive statement would be despised by all organizations."

"It seems like it isn't easy to survive the outside world either." Ash sighed. "But how can there be so many extreme and decisive people in this world? Aren't most people indecisive like me?"

The medic was slightly stunned. She shrugged and said, "It's not that there aren't people who are indecisive, but they must have the capital to be indecisive. For example, they must be good-looking!"

The medic took out a photo album and flipped it open in front of Ash. "Look, this is the popular hot guy template for the recent five years. Do you want to choose a new face as your own? I recommend this number one face. It's very popular and 90% similar to the current popular singer. You'll definitely like this face…"

"You're clearly the one who likes this face!"

"So what if I like it? You're the beneficiary of this face!"

"Who said so? I don't look in the mirror all day long. Usually, I can't even see my own face. What's the use of looking good? On the other hand, when others look at me all day long, they feel good while I still have to accept lewd gazes from them. Do you think I would be willing to do such a stupidly selfless thing?"

Ash had a good point, so much so that the medic was convinced. Her crow mask drooped, and she hung her head in defeat. "Okay, you're right…"

"But," Ash changed the topic. "You're willing to listen to my grievances and talk to me for so long. It's the only warmth I've felt in this cold prison. Since it's a request from a friend, it's not like I can't agree to it…"

"What, are we friends?"

"If we're not, then I'm leaving…"

"Okay, okay. So you're willing to let me operate on you?"

"Actually, I'm not that willing…" Ash revealed a hesitant expression. "I still quite like my current face. After all, I've seen it for so many years, so I more or less have some feelings for it…"

"So…?"

"I'll need extra payment."

"No problem!"

The medic heaved a sigh of relief. "When will the surgery start? Wait, I'm not very familiar with some spell techniques yet. Wait for me to revise for the next two nights… Don't worry, it's very safe. My spell spirits can effectively prevent malignant problems like crumbling flesh!"

The corner of Ash's mouth twitched. "I-I'm very assured. Then I'll be leaving now. Take your time preparing, don't rush!"

Spell energy was the all-purpose energy source for sorcerers, and money was the all-purpose energy source for society. Although Ash hadn't yet seen any hope of breaking out of prison, he still had to find a way to scoop up some money and use it as a backup. Needless to say, the death row criminals were a bunch of poor bastards who depended on the state's providence, so after much thought, Ash felt like all he had left to trade for money was his face.

But now, it seemed that the price to pay was a little too high. The chances of having a rotten face were very high. Ash was a little scared.

No wonder the medics were not allowed to reveal their names. Perhaps they were prepared to run away anonymously. After creating many medical accidents in prison to hone their skills, they could leave without a word. The death row criminals wouldn't even be able to find a target to curse at.

As Ash reached the door, he suddenly looked back around the healing room.

"Speaking of which, I've been wanting to ask you for a long—are you ostracized by your colleagues?"

"Huh?"

"Why do I see you alone both times I wake up? Where are the other medics?" Ash guessed. "Did they give you the most difficult job and then got off work themselves?"

"No—but it's true that you're the most difficult job."

"Really? If you're ostracized by your colleagues, remember to tell me."

The medic looked at Ash and snorted.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Aren't we friends? Friends are people who can gloat at each other's misfortune."

"Get lost!"

Ash waved goodbye. "See you next time, then, Doctor [222]. The apples are delicious, thank you."

…

…

Silence resumed in the treatment room as the medic packed up her toolbox and pushed open the door that led to the common room—the medics' activity area had no overlap with the death row prisoners. Then, she saw a group of medics in crow masks waiting outside.

The medic had a shock. She almost thought they were here to condemn her.

However, when she took a closer look, she realized that there was a person in the team of medics who was not wearing a crow mask. Judging from his size and his badge, he was the tall medic [176] who usually reprimanded her. He had the appearance of a blue-scaled fishman, but his eyes were scarlet and bright like rubies.

Not only was [176] not wearing a mask, his hands were bound behind his back, and he had a clear bruise on his face. There was a dark green foam necklace around his neck.

The medic knew exactly what it was.

Miracle · Intravenous Bubble.

This was the most common type of offensive miracle for blood sorcerers. It could be used for a long period of time to trap and kill a target. Once the target was hit by the Intravenous Bubble, all the veins in the body would be connected to bubbles. If the bubbles burst, it also meant that all the veins in the body would burst at the same time, and the heart would quickly lose its blood supply, resulting in a brutal death.

As long as it was a sorcerer, even the weakest sorcerer had the ability to instantly kill a living being.

Being collared with Intravenous Bubble was the treatment for a criminal.

"What did he do?"

"He peeked at your treatment spell techniques, Miss."

A medic with the number badge [201] bowed and reported. Even distorted through the crow mask, there was no concealing the respect in his voice.

"Attempting to steal the research results of the Blood Weeping Research Institute without permission violates the constitutional principle of 'personal and collective properties are sacrosanct'. This is undoubtedly a criminal offense."