The moon shone, and its brightness illuminated his face. In absolute discretion, he was gazing through the window. Augustya's eyes seemed blank ─ devoid of any life; this was the second battle he had lost.
He got a few injuries like a dislocated ankle and a badly injured arm due to the 5 mm calibre gun. He couldn't move on his own.
"You're awake!" A familiar voice rang out in his ear. Millie visited him and brought a bouquet of red flowers and medicine.
He shifted his gaze towards the young woman.
"I am sorry for what you are going through," Millie said in a soft voice.
She sat on the chair and glanced at the pale boy with the bandages.
"I heard you like honeydew, so I specially ordered it for you," Millie lied to him as it was brought by Stoney. Stoney was ashamed to show his face, so he told Millie to do it for him.
She put on the desk and spoke in an alluring voice: "What you did in Natch E was offensive, attempting to murder a warden and poison your inmates. Because of your high status, the higher-up decided to transfer you to Natch D. "
"Millie!" Augustya broke the silence.
"Yes, Augustya."
"Why did he not kill me?" Augustya asked frankly. He couldn't comprehend why Pancho had left him when he knew he had a 4 million bounty on his head.
"I don't know, sweetie, and I am not interested in knowing about the Zwerg mind."
"Hmm..." Augustya didn't say anything further.
"Pack your bags, we will leave tomorrow."
Just like that Millie left him alone in the nurse room.
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[POV ZEKROM ]
A wise man once told me that living as a noble with pride is better than being a street rat. I wish I could tell him that being a noble didn't fill your stomach. Nevertheless, that guy was no more, and here I was, with two fractures and wrapped in two layers of bandages, with a cast over my right leg. For the past 2 weeks, I had been lying on a bed and recovering.
The so-called healing area, which advertised that they cure patients, was another lie. The healing room smelled like cough syrup and phenyl. The only thing that had happened here was stealing people's organs and selling them in the black market.
"Crocs! CROCS! You stupid bot. Give me food." I nitpicked the foolish nurse bot again as she had been ignoring me. Her metal structure didn't hide her true old grandma nature.
Crocs, the nurse robot, wheeled towards me and said, ¥You have already eaten. And screaming will damage your voice box. Be quiet and sleep.¥ Then she left.
If I didn't recover in 2 days then the phony administrator would steal my kidney or worse, incision my face into a metallic visage.
"My face…not to my face," I said to myself, horrified by the images that popped in my head. I heard someone's footsteps, and I already knew who he was.
So my acting began. I pretended to close my eyes, took a steady breath, and made myself motionless.
The doctor came over and examined my body with his third eye. The name of his species was Belish Vine. He was a three-eyed creature with long legs and a big head with a small neck. The Belish species were meat lovers who were obsessed with two things: bones and brains. Half of the Belish were doctors or brain collectors.
"My dear patient? Do you still have problems breathing or moving your arm?" Doctor asked but his voice sounded like a girl. It had to be a genetic fault.
My body was stiff as the three-eyed doctor stared at me.
"Patient 12." He gave a quick glance at my body then took out the bone gauge. A tool that was used by orthopedic doctors to check if a patient's bone was fracturing or not.
Using his bone gauge, he hit my right arm.
*Tan tan.* A cold sensation quivered my body.
"You piece of shit! What do you think you are doing?" I howled and couldn't endure the pain.
He ignored my nonsense and said in a cold tone, "Finally, you awake from your state of sleep."
All of sudden, a holographic image appeared in front of my eyes.
→ Patient name - Zekrom
Species - Mixed, Humanoid.
Height - 5'4 feet
Ability - His BMD (Bone mineral density) is higher than the average of the species and good strength.
Personality - Nitpick and Miser
I.Q - 130
E.Q - 175
Blood type - OC+
Fighter rank - D←
Current health status - 70% recovered
Payment - Not paid fully.←
"So you are quite a rare species despite your generic face. Your debt is increasing day by day. Have you decided how you will pay me?" There was a hint of mockery in his voice.
"I already paid the payment." I said, started negotiating with him. I wanted to disagree about my face but now I had other concerns.
"You paid for two weeks, and you are staying for two more days. Who will pay for this?" Doctor looked at me with disgust as I was stealing his food.
The debt… Belish were quite obsessed with the word 'money' - because of this, half of the patients were forced to surrender their organs to Doctor Z.
"Right now, I don't have a single penny with me." I said it in a low voice.
"I think your molar teeth will do the job," the doctor said in a serious tone. "They will look lovely in my collection."
A molar is a large, flat tooth located at the back of the mouth. It is used for grinding and crushing our food.
"Nuuuu!" I screeched as I drastically shut my mouth. Nobody wanted to have their teeth plucked out.
"I assure you, the procedure will not kill you."
"Get lost! You freak." My heart began pounding, precipitating to think. One of my teeth would be gone. No! No!.
Doctor was preparing the surgery to remove my molar.
Suddenly, he got a call from higher-ups as his tone changed little.
"Seems like your treatment needs to be delayed." Just like that, he left the cure room.
I took a breath of relief and sat upright on my bed.
Every noon at 2:45 pm Bangs with the foes live broadcasted on 20 planets. More than a billion users watched this. The unfortunate part was that I was once a fighter for this program. Tragically, I lost with the Goat.
*Sigh*
"Switch on the t.v," I commanded the artificial intelligence.
The stage was blinging, crowds were eagerly waiting for the show opening.
Suddenly, all the lights were on for one woman, hostess Tilda.
The lady in a tight suit with curly wavy caramel hair and a curvy body began to host.
"Afternoon, my honey pies. Tonight, we have a new rookie joining our fam. Applause for the new member, 14."
The new member's walk over to the stage and his movement was stiff and he was additionally wearing a helmet to conceal his face. His helmet's color was golden with purple stripes and the clothes he wore were too big for his height.
"He seems like a kid," Zekrom commented as he was munching the stolen cheese balls.
The presenter rejoiced and said in a shrill voice: "So, you are the youngest player of Bang with the foes. How does it feel?"
But He didn't say anything and just raised his thumbs up.
"14 is a little shy. Now let me introduce you to your opponent," Tilda said as she adjusted her mics.
"Welcome Todo!"
The audience held their breath as he entered the stage. Someone was coming from the opposite side of the door, his body wrapped in a veil. His head tilted back and forth as he strolled towards the stage.
And the next movement, he jumped on the barricade and removed his veil.
" Quack quack! My fans!" Todo the duck shouted. The rest of the crowd was roaring and cheering for their favorite hero.