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The worn-out lock clicked as a key was inserted and turned.
Creeeak~! The rust-covered hinges let out an almost tearing shriek as they turned, echoing through the empty old school building.
However,
the dormitory's interior was surprisingly decent. It could even be described as clean and tidy.
Mr. Black and White had cleared away the dust and grime.
Newton was holding a toolbox he had found somewhere, repairing the holes in the floor and walls, reinforcing the beds, and making the four-person dormitory "livable."
Only the hinges still needed polishing and oiling.
Han Dong and Pope were the ones who pushed open the door... though Han Dong's face was somewhat pale, and one of his hands was still dripping blood.
"Nicholas, what happened to you?"
"I ran into the administrator. She pulled off one of my fingers. By the way, is there anything here to stop the bleeding?"
Who would have thought
Mr. Newton would pull out the most straightforward hemostatic tool from his toolbox—a lighter.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~
The scent of cooked flesh drifted through the dormitory.
The bleeding was stopped and the wound disinfected at the same time.
Although the pain made Han Dong's entire body go rigid, his pained expression contained a faint trace of pleasure.
Newton, however, spoke with a grave expression.
"Nicholas, this injury is far from minor... even part of your soul was pulled away with it. Do you need me to make you a prosthetic finger as a replacement? The materials may be somewhat crude. I can only use wood from within the campus. Since it will be a soul prosthetic, it will take some time."
The finger had been severed at the soul level and could not regenerate.
Either he recovered the severed limb, found a supreme soul being like the