I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 76: Saint Hilarius Hospital (8)

— Valisera’s POV —

But... the laboratory was enormous.

The first waves had been annihilated, but dozens more were still pouring in from the back corridors and containment rooms.

One of the chimeras, possessing giant insect-like scythe arms, leapt from the ceiling of the lab, targeting my neck from behind.

I didn’t turn. I didn’t bother to look at it.

I raised my index finger.

Spatial fracture.

Shzzzzzzzzzt!

A thin black line, as fine as a strand of hair, devoid of any substance, appeared in the air directly behind me.

The chimera that was descending toward me at insane speed... passed through that black line.

Slaaaaaaaaaaash!

It didn’t fall on top of me.

The right half of its body fell to my right, and the left half to my left!

The cut was perfect—so clean that the blood didn’t flow until a full second after the two halves touched the ground, when the precisely severed arteries burst.

Spatial fracture does not cut flesh; it erases the space between atoms!

I moved.

I didn’t wait for them to reach me.

I became the storm that uprooted this laboratory.

I walked with confident, elegant steps, my white coat fluttering behind me.

Every monster that approached from my right, I would raise my hand and fold space around its neck.

With a horrifying "crack," necks twisted at a 360-degree angle, heads torn free, spinning in the air before falling.

Every group that clustered in front of me, I would send a "gravity projectile" at them.

An invisible sphere of absolute pressure pierced their chests, creating perfect circular holes, pulling out their internal organs—hearts, lungs, intestines—and compressing them into small fleshy balls the size of tennis balls, which fell behind them as their hollow bodies collapsed.

Blood covered the walls, the operating tables, and the ceiling.

The stench of death was so thick it became visible like a red fog.

But I was smiling.

Euphoria flooded me.

Absolute power, free from the pain of the entity’s rebellion, was intoxicating like the finest aged wine.

I danced the dance of death—touching no corpse, receiving no scratch.

An invisible gravity shield clinging to my skin repelled any sprays of acid or bone fragments they tried to throw at me.

Aiden ran behind me, firing from his automatic pistols at the crawling or dying chimeras I left in my wake.

He screamed hysterically with every shot, tears washing his face, his entire body trembling.

"Die! Die, you freaks!" Aiden shouted as he emptied an entire magazine into the skull of a child fused with a monster, turning the child’s head into a bloody pulp.

Aiden fell to his knees and began to sob bitterly.

"My God... I killed a child... I killed a child..."

"It wasn’t a child," I said coldly as I crushed another chimera under my foot.

"It was merely organic matter programmed to kill you. If you continue with this pathetic moral weakness, I’ll leave you here to cry while they eat what remains of your face." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

After ten minutes of relentless slaughter... silence fell.

The floor of the laboratory—equivalent in size to two stadiums—was completely covered in a sea of sticky blood, minced flesh, severed limbs, and shattered equipment.

Nothing was breathing except me and Aiden.

I stood in the middle of this massacre.

My white coat remained pristine, thanks to the gravity shield that repelled every drop of blood.

I breathed calmly, savoring the scent of copper and death.

"We... we killed them all..." Aiden whispered, rising with extreme difficulty, slipping in the pools of blood.

"Valisera... you... you’re a monster... I mean... you’re transcendent! You wiped out an entire army by yourself!"

I turned to him slowly.

"Armies are for the weak, Aiden. Absolute power does not need numbers."

Aiden smiled—a broken, relieved smile—as if he had finally found the lifeline that would pull him out of this hell. He stepped toward me, wiping blood from his glasses.

"We can get out... with this level of power, you can split the hospital in half! Let’s find the next elevator and go down... we’ll wipe them all out!"

But... in that bare moment—

Amid the sea of blood, and the silence that had settled over the ruined laboratory—

My senses picked up something.

Something that made the gravity shield surrounding my skin... tremble.

It wasn’t a loud sound.

It was mechanical—very quiet, precise, rhythmic.

Tick... whirr... click...

Tick... whirr... click...

The sound was coming from the ceiling.

From within the thick shadows covering the overhead pipes and ventilation shafts.

My crimson eyes narrowed.

This was not an ordinary chimera.

The ether beginning to seep from the ceiling was not animalistic or chaotic like the others.

It was concentrated, precise, and cold—like the blade of an absolute S-rank surgeon.

"Aiden. Step back slowly," I whispered, my voice carrying real warning for the first time.

"W-what?" Aiden froze, his smile vanishing, replaced by primal fear.

Suddenly, the red lights in our section of the lab went out.

A massive circular surgical lamp hanging from the ceiling ignited.

A bright, focused white light—used in the most complex surgeries—cast its beam directly onto us.

And from the absolute darkness above that surgical lamp... it descended.

It didn’t fall like the other monsters. It descended slowly, suspended by steel-silk threads emerging from its abdomen.

"The Surgeon."

That’s what the classified Kyrion files call this nightmare.

Its size rivaled that of an armored truck.

The lower half of its body was a sleek black mechanical spider frame, with eight pointed steel legs ending in claws capable of piercing titanium like butter.

But the upper half... was human.

Or rather, a human corpse stretched over a mechanical frame.

The chest was bare, pale as death, containing an exposed mechanical heart pulsing with glowing blue fluid.

The head belonged to a man in his fifties, bald, wearing real surgical medical glasses—but behind them, his eyes were merely laser lenses scanning the area with microscopic precision.

As for its arms... it didn’t have just two.

From its shoulders and back extended six multi-jointed mechanical arms.

Each arm did not end in a hand, but in a nightmare surgical tool the size of a human:

One arm held a laser scalpel cutting at 5000 degrees Celsius.

Another carried a rotating bone saw dripping pus.

Another held a massive hydraulic syringe filled with green sulfuric acid.

And others carried enormous clamps capable of tearing apart cars.

The Surgeon landed silently on the blood-soaked floor of the lab.

Its eight spider legs touched the tiles with an elegant metallic "click."

It stood directly before us, only ten meters away.

The laser lenses in its eyes focused on me.

From its dead human mouth came an artificial, electronically synthesized voice, yet carrying the tone of a polite, professional—and psychotic—doctor:

"My apologies for the delay. I was occupied dissecting... a complex specimen. I see you have made quite a mess in my sterile room."

The Surgeon adjusted its medical glasses with one of its precise mechanical arms, then aimed its laser scalpels at me.

"Patient number one... possesses distorted ether pathways, and a spatial anomaly within her cellular structure. Very interesting."

Then it spoke the sentence that froze the blood in Aiden’s veins completely:

"Diagnosis: severe genetic abnormality.

Treatment: complete removal of all living organs. Without anesthesia.

Let us begin... the surgery."

The hydraulic engines in its eight limbs screamed with a high-frequency whine, and the laser scalpels lit the laboratory with a searing white glow, as the S-rank nightmare prepared to slice us into precise anatomical pieces.