The Surgeon’s Studio - Chapter 16: The Length of The Entire Operation Depends On The Anesthesiologist

We follow Anthony, a man forced to adapt to a world of dark fantasy that imposes itself on him with an unmistakable brutality. A place where shadow and violence reign supreme, where inequality is riven and the laws of nature are distorted. A world where every moment could be the last.What fate does this cruel universe hold for our protagonist? What hidden secrets do the powerful hide behind cold and inaccessible masks? And what alliances, betrayals or rivalries will be woven into this maelstrom of supernatural forces and unfathomable powers?To survive, Anthony will have to fight, evolve and face his own demons. For in this place, no matter the greatness of the beings that populate it, it is tenacity that dictates the law.

A question I often ask myself, is the human desire for self-destruction never going away?

Travel through the endless apocalypse world, and find the answer behind every kind of demise!

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Overnight, the whole world became gamified in Su Mo’s eyes

Not only can he use his life to draw cards

You can also see the hidden attributes of real objects

then–

He looked at the chandelier above his head:

[Item: A dilapidated chandelier]

[Hint: There is still one minute and seven seconds to drop]

Turning to look at his right hand:

[Item: A piece of the right hand of a young man]

[Hint: Due to long-term training, the grip strength is 3% stronger than that of the left hand]

Then look at the ginseng on the table:

[Item: A wild ginseng]

[Hint; it is contaminated with a trace of origin qi, eating it may make you more energetic]

…

Su Mo excitedly ran to meet the school girl who had just confirmed the relationship.

I saw a bright red streak of blood shining on my girlfriend’s head:

[Item: A Very Hungry Fox Demon]

[Hint: You may not be her opponent]

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.