Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 594: Framing Yourself by Playing Matchmaker

She was both shocked and furious, propping herself up with her monomolecular blade as she struggled to move forward step by step.

Still, it was clearly noticeable that compared to before, her resistance had improved significantly—because if this had been the same situation back in the underground, she probably wouldn't even have the strength to walk right now.

She didn't want to admit it.

But the effect on her was indeed much weaker than before.

Yet that damnable feeling of almost getting used to it...

That was what made her the most miserable!

(Grinding teeth)

Damn it!

That bastard!

"Come out! I know you're the one behind this! You despicable, shameless scumbag!"Finally unable to contain herself any longer, she angrily swung her blade at the blood-red mist around her, her delicate body shifting as she unleashed a string of "friendly greetings" at that son of a bitch.

"You lowlife!"

But she received no response.

Because in the Main Command Center, Lynn was holding a succubus girl, propping up his cheek with a smile as he peered with sinister amusement through the eyeballs on the wall at her silhouette in the blood mist.

"Executive, it seems this little strike of yours brought back some unpleasant memories for her," his trusted Little Brother said with a flattering tone.

Lynn smiled faintly, swirled his glass of red wine with all the pretentious flair he could muster, and said:

"Isn't that perfect? Anyone with eyes can see that there's a rift between these two intruders—huge contradictions. And we're just going to maximize those contradictions. If we can really make her believe that the Night Doctor Lynn has shamelessly defected to our side, wouldn't that be even more interesting?"

The surrounding Plague Doctor Squad Leaders all burst into nasty, hearty laughter. Only they knew that this laughter was absolutely dripping with malice.

Because, after all, they weren't exactly good people.

And at this moment, they finally understood the malicious intent behind the Executive's plan.

That's right.

It was sowing discord.

It was just for fun!

Wasn't that Night Doctor named Lynn good at hiding? He just wondered what kind of expression that guy would have when he found out what they were doing to his teammate right now.

Lynn raised his wine glass, crossed his legs with a smile, and said:

"Someone! Get the surveillance feed from here and share it with every department of our Leviathan. Give us a full live broadcast. If that Night Doctor is really hiding among us, then he'll definitely see his teammate's current situation in real time. Let him truly experience what it feels like to have mud slung at him!"

The moment he said this, the surrounding Plague Doctor Squad Leaders were utterly stunned.

Holy shit!

Damn!

No wonder he's our Executive!

Only he could come up with such a twisted idea! If that Night Doctor really saw them impersonating him to deal with that Mechanical Girl, wouldn't he be furious?

And as long as he got furious, he would inevitably slip up, and they could then follow the trail to lock him down and take him out in one fell swoop!

"Awesome, Executive! This plan is absolutely unbeatable!"

"Executive, let me offer you my knees! I'm getting pumped up!"

"We'll get it arranged right away! Guarantee that every corner of our Leviathan will have a live feed of this!"

The surrounding Plague Doctor Squad Leaders excitedly and fervently set to work following his orders.

And Lynn himself just smiled, steady as an old dog.

But what he was doing wasn't pointless either—it was a further reinforcement of his own identity. He was telling the high-ranking officials and Doctor 315 that he wasn't slacking off; instead, he was using this method to further lure out that Night Doctor.

Think about it.

Could the person who came up with such a vicious plan possibly be that Night Doctor in disguise?

Wasn't that a joke?

Because if he were that Lynn, how could he possibly do something so despicable as finding himself, framing himself, and slinging mud on himself?

Lynn was, after all, a young man with morals, refinement, and ideals!

"Activate the Bio-armaments! Hit her hard!"

Lynn immediately gave the order with a smile.

...

Meanwhile, in the corridor shrouded in blood mist.

The shocked and furious Silver Fantasy finally managed to withstand that wave of attacks. But just as she was about to speed through this despicable area—

Suddenly.

The walls on both sides began to bubble and writhe again.

And this time, face after face of Screamers materialized from the fleshy walls with a series of sharp popping sounds. The moment they appeared, they opened their mouth-like slits in the middle and let out piercing shrieks at her.

In an instant, the deafening mental shockwaves engulfed her.

And that wasn't all—mixed in with them were also several "friendly greetings" like "Your mom's dead♫—Your mom's torn apart♪—Your mom's cucking you♬."

Like spikes, they launched a frenzied assault on her consciousness.

Along with the Screamers, tumor-like cysts dropped from the fleshy ceiling, exploding all around her. Each explosion delivered a massive blow directly to her consciousness.

Seeing this.

Silver Fantasy gritted her teeth. In an instant, countless streams of data erupted across her entire body, setting up firewalls around herself to block the mental attacks targeting her consciousness.

She knew they were trying to exploit the gap created by the M's influence to directly destroy her consciousness with a flood of psychic weapons.

But there was no way she'd let them succeed.

[Mental Pollution Adaptation Initiated. Current Adaptation: 15%]

[Mental Oscillation Adaptation Initiated. Current Adaptation: 13%]

Data streams flashed continuously in her gaze as her body immediately began the adaptation process for those psychic weapons. Her eyes turned ice-cold as she looked up and sliced a falling Mechanical Shock Tumor clean in half with her sword.

The next moment, she leaped up, her gaze sharp, her teeth clenched. Her arm instantly transformed, and a small warhead materialized on her forearm.

[Miniature Nuclear Bomb Launch Sequence Ready. Remaining Quantity: 19]

Clearly.

She planned to use the miniature nuclear warheads she carried to annihilate all these Bio-armaments targeting her in one fell swoop.

This was also the fastest and most effective method the Mechanical Cult had against flesh-and-blood creatures. And ever since those three nukes failed to take that bastard out last time, she had prepared plenty more for emergencies.

There was no need to waste time here!

[3]

[2]

[1]

And almost the moment the countdown ended, she was about to pull the trigger without hesitation.

But at the same time, in the Main Command Center, Lynn snapped his fingers with a smile.

Snap—

In that instant.

Just before Silver Fantasy could press down, the "pores" in the walls on both sides once again gushed out a torrent of Flesh Plague. And mixed in with that flesh plague was that same scarlet abnormal fluctuation.

Silver Fantasy's pupils contracted instantly, and a wave of shock washed over her.

But in the moment she turned her head, the surging wave of psychic attacks once again rushed at her like a burst dam, directly invading her consciousness.

Her pupils dilated instantly.

"Yah-dah♡————!!"

And then, that humiliating, tearful voice, twisted by the influence, erupted once again.

Directly interrupting her launch sequence.