A dog-faced person and a man wearing all black clothes with a lab coat walked out of a door to a dark corridor.
The dog person voiced, "Lord Vector… Why did you convince him to get a transplant? We could have… forced… or bring another person."
The man hearing the voice lazily yawned and replied, "Yeah. I could have done that but I was feeling a bit lazy to go to the demonic academy to fetch a pup."
"Then why not force? Lord Vector." Saliva dripped from the dog man's lips as he tried his hardest to talk normally in front of the person he revered.
"Because I think the experiment will succeed this time. All the time before we forced them to get a transplant and some of them didn't go through the recovery period carefully…" The man paused as a slight smirk formed on his face, "Also that kid looks to be quite smart and talented, the chance of success will be higher."
"His ambitions are high, so he will most probably try his best and I have used the effect of obedience virus just in case."
The dog man made a surprised face, "Lord vector… truly amazing."
"Hmm that is good but are you taking care of your pack?" The man questioned the dog man.
"Young blood took responsibility… I am free to serve lord Vector."
"I see. But you should return to your pack now. I will also send that kid underground with your pack if the transplant succeeds. Also, make sure your detection group is getting proper training." The man's figure blurred as he ran somewhere in the dark corridor.
"Yes. Lord Vector."
***
Ivar opened the door and was greeted by a dusty old bed and a wooden table with some books laid on top of it.
Ivar walked towards the dusty table and picked up the book on the very top of the bundle of 5 books.
He dusted off the book and saw its title," Detailed Explanation of Biological and Chemical Terms for Beginners."
There was no mention of the author but Ivar guessed that the book was written by Vector or someone who worked with or under him.
"Where is the food?" Ivar questioned himself looking around the room only to see a water sink and another door that led to a bathroom.
Ivar first checked the drawers and found some black pills, one inch in diameter, labeled as food.
Ivar brought the pill near his nose.
It stank.
'Is this even edible?' Ivar decided to test it and swallowed the pill down his throat!
"At least I didn't immediately die." Ivar laughed at his situation. He was alone in a room, eating stinky pills for food and his life and death weren't even confirmed.
He couldn't even let himself return home as he knew the messenger had people's eyes compromised. Who knows what else they could do?
Although the demon sect wasn't any better with the "medicine" they injected, at least they provided him an opportunity to get stronger.
Ivar sighed and walked towards the sink, which was full of dust. He didn't bother to clean the sink first and let the water flow through the tap as he made a bowl shape with his hands and started gulping on the cold water.
He washed his face and walked to the dusty bed with the book in his hand. He just jumped on the bed, all the dust getting on his clothes and recently washed face.
He opened the first page of the book and started memorizing for hours, falling asleep when he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open.
***
Ivar woke up when we guessed it to be the next day. There was no sunlight here, he could only guess.
The book had fallen on his face as he drifted off to sleep while reading the book. He got off the bed and put the book on the table.
He looked at the clothes he was wearing, now riddled with dust. He casually dusted off his clothes, making sure they were spotless. He continued his morning activities and ate a food pill.
He continued reading and revising the contents of the book he picked up yesterday.
After a while, he heard a knock on the door.
"Ivar. It's time for the transplant." A normal voice sounded from behind the door. Ivar recognized the voice very clearly. It was Vector.
"I am coming." Ivar hurriedly ran towards the door and opened it.
Vector had already entered the main room with all the body parts and tubes. Ivar swiftly followed looking at the heavy door, being guarded by two lifeless excuses of a human—scraps, one more time.
As soon as Ivar entered the room, he was handed the bluish-white cloth in which he was going to get the transplant. Ivar quickly slid off his current robe and put on the cloth.
There was no shame. They both were men.
Vector looked at Ivar's face and said, "You know what to do."
Ivar nodded and lay on the long white table with his back facing up.
Vector dragged a table with wheels from a corner of the room, the table had a lot of items placed on it, including two tables filled with greenish liquid and what looked to be leg muscles in them.
Ivar's body involuntarily twitched as he looked at the tube and along with the equipment placed on the sliding table.
Vector noticed Ivar's twitching and consoled, "No need to worry. Time will pass quickly. You won't even know when it happened."
Sweat formed on Ivar's forehead after looking at Vector's smiling face that was consoling him.
Vector took out a big syringe and injected the contents into Ivar before he could react.
Instantly, relief and calmness washed over Ivar as his senses became numb and his eyelids felt heavy.
"Don't resist if you want it to be painless." Hearing Vector's words, Ivar let these eyelids win early. He was down unconscious.
Vector pulled up a scalpel from the tray on the table and pressed down the blade on Ivar's calves.
A streak of blood dripped down Ivar's legs as the man continued with the transplant.