Let Me Perform Plastic Surgery on You

[Optional Mission Branch One: Convert it into lamp oil for the Soul Lamp, Mission Reward: +2 days of Soul Lamp use.]

[Optional Mission Branch Two: Feed it to the Babe in the backyard, Mission Reward: +50 favorability from the Babe.]

[Optional Mission Branch Three: Immerse it in reagent and keep it as a collection, Mission Reward: +10 experience in specimen preparation.]

[Optional Mission Branch Four: Wait for the pigfolk to come and take back their daughter, Mission Reward: To be analyzed…]

Lynne calmly looked at the four mission branches the system provided.

"Of course, it's the fourth one."

Lynne sat on the counter, put the ghost baby on the table, and seriously said while doing his calculations, "I am a doctor. If someone leaves their child here, and I butcher and destroy it, wouldn't that make me a monster? My moral standard doesn't allow me to do such a thing."

"…"

"As a person with such professional ethics, don't you plan to add something to me, system?"

[Morality +10]

"…"

Lynne, knife in hand, continued to wait for new customers. Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the ghost baby. He discovered its appearance had already started distorting into a grim twist.

[Lynne's Sanity -1]

Five minutes later.

When he looked again, the baby's face began to grow various large and small blood tumors, and raspy noises came out of its dark mouth.

[Lynne's Sanity -10]

Ten minutes later.

When Lynne opened his eyes again, that face was already crawling with numerous large and small twisted tentacles and black, intestine-like distortions.

[Lynne's Sanity -30]

Lynne's eye-corner was twitching crazily. It seems what the system said was indeed correct; if left unchecked, this ghost baby is really becoming more and more indescribable!

This can't go on! If it continues like this, not to mention whether the pigfolk would recognize his daughter or not, he himself can't bear it anymore!

Too ugly! It's really damn too ugly! It's that kind of horrifyingly ugly!

Lynne (╬￣皿￣) stood up, stretched his wrists, and said: "Fine, consider yourself lucky, let me give you free plastic surgery, so you stop scaring me now and scaring others in the future!"

He put on a mask and gloves. He took a rope and tied the ghost baby to the counter.

"Squeak——squeak——"

The twisted tentacles on the ghost baby's face suddenly mutated into countless mouths, letting out terrifying roars at Lynne.

Slap——

Lynne slapped those tentacles back with one smack.

"Behave!"

Lynne put on a monocle, his expression indifferent, and cracked his knuckles. He stretched out both hands, grabbed the wildly twisted tentacles on its face, and kneaded them forcefully as if kneading dough.

"Wah——wah——" Cries resembling fear emanated from the ghost baby's body.

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear Level +10]

Plastic surgery is a technical job.

Although Lynne had never performed plastic surgery on anyone before, his skills in molding clay were quite proficient. In some sense, these two seem not much different.

And the first step of plastic surgery, naturally, is to mix all the messy viscous substances on the face evenly and make it sufficiently smooth. Only in this way can it lay a perfect foundation for subsequent face molding.

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear Level +10]

The kneading dough also requires enough skills; it can't be too dry or too wet; you have to ensure it has enough elasticity and toughness; this is also a process that greatly tests hand strength.

"Don't move. Since I delivered you, as a doctor, I have an obligation to ensure your well-being during this time. Don't worry; your facial issues are in my hands!"

Lynne, with a serious face, utilized the noodle-making skills he had before traversing to another world, and after kneading the substance on the ghost baby's face well, he pulled it outwards.

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear Level +20]

Twisted it and pressed it back in.

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear Level +20]

Then pulled again! Twisted it twice and pressed it back inside.

He thoroughly mixed all that viscous and nauseating substance until it became uniform and elastic. And the sounds coming from the ghost baby's body became more and more terrifying.

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear Level +20]

Thump thump thump——

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. A humanoid monster covered in burn scars, with a pus-filled face stood there. The crimson, foul-smelling slime kept flowing from his eye sockets, horrifying and eerie.

"I want... a new face..."

A deep and hoarse voice came from the monster's throat.

Lynne took a glance.

[Burnt Ghost]

[Race: Evil Spirit]

[Level: 15]

[Alignment: Chaotic Neutral]

[Introduction: An evil spirit that was Burnt alive in a big fire, with 99.9% of the body burnt. Has a twisted and gloomy character and harbors great malice towards anything beautiful.]

[Ding! Task triggered: Help the burnt ghost get a new face, task reward: 50 skull coins, surgical experience +50, special reward +1]

"Welcome! Please have a seat over there and wait for a moment!"

Lynne leaned out from in front of the ghost baby, a standard professional smile in his eyes.

Splat——

The thick fluid from the burst face of the ghost baby splashed onto Lynne's mask.

The burnt ghost who just walked in suddenly stiffened.

"Please sit, I'll be ready soon."

Lynne smiled. Then his attention returned to the ghost baby tied on the counter. To speed up the process, Lynne had to use both hands. He grabbed both sides of the kneaded flesh ball and pulled it forcefully.

"Waaaah———" a horrifying fearful sound came from within the ghost baby.

He twisted it into a braid. Then pressed it back onto the face.

"Ah ah——" the ghost baby trembled.

Lynne flattened the ghost baby and, using more force started kneading the twisted flesh on its face.

"I'll be done soon, please be patient."

Lynne, with a smile, lifted his head and showed a sincere expression to the burnt ghost sitting not far away on a chair.

The burnt ghost stared blankly at the horror happening on the counter. Its legs subconsciously started to tremble.

One pull.

Two meters.

Burnt Ghost: "!!!"

[Burnt Ghost Sanity -20!]

One knead.

Picked up the rolling pin.

Swish swish——

The face of that ghost was rolled flat, and it screeched in terror.

The pus-filled blisters all over the burnt ghost started to tremble.

[Burnt Ghost Sanity -20!]

Something's wrong! Something's very wrong! This potion shop he entered seems to be not right at all!

It stretched out its burnt hand tremblingly, saying: "May I ask… Are you…"

At his words, Lynne, while kneading the flesh on the ghost baby's face, lifted his head, a sincere professional smile on his face, saying: "Oh, this little ghost is too ugly, even somewhat contaminatingly ugly. As a doctor, giving it a normal face is something I should do."

The burnt ghost shivered all over. He said numbly: "Your… your technique is indeed… unique…"

He stiffened all over, the burnt eyes staring widely, and the hunched body straightened at some point. He watched the ghost baby's face in the hands of the doctor, being kneaded like noodles. His legs trembled even more.

Horrifying images of his face being constantly pulled and stretched by this doctor immediately surfaced in his mind.

The burnt ghost began to feel frightened. Had he entered a scam shop?! And just as he had this thought.

Pop pop pop——

Pop pop pop——

The doctor stretched out his hand and popped more than ten tumors on the ghost baby's face. The thick fluid splattered even onto its face with a splat.

It burst!

It burst!

"Mama (ΩДΩ)!!!"

[Burnt Ghost Sanity -30!!]