Customer Frightener

In an instant.

(ΩДΩ)!!

All her long hair, which hung down to her ankles, stood on end.

Behind the curtain, a blood-soaked young man with a (〝▼皿▼) expression was straddling the Witcher, holding a chainsaw and grinding it against his shoulder with a relentless buzzing.

Sparks flew everywhere, along with bone shavings.

He seemed to have noticed the customer outside the curtain.

Lynn instantly raised his head, his expression shifting seamlessly into a professional smile that revealed his gleaming white (sinister) teeth. He said:

"Welcome! We have plenty of potions. Please come in and wait a moment. Once I've finished with this customer, I'll get yours for you. It won't take long. Hehehehe-"

Lynn let out a friendly laugh.

[Long-Haired Ghost's fear of you +30]

[Long-Haired Ghost's fear of you +40]

"Ah-ah-!"

The Long-Haired Female Ghost clutched her head and let out a terrified (ΩДΩ) shriek.

As Lynn watched blankly, the Long-Haired Female Ghost screamed, abandoned her feet entirely, and limped off into the black fog, clutching her head and shrieking.

[Ding! Your renown in Wandering Soul Alley +1]

[Ding! Your renown in Wandering Soul Alley +1]

[Ding! You have successfully frightened a customer into developing a psychological disorder. The Long-Haired Ghost's personality trait [Lively] has successfully changed to [Timid]. You have earned the achievement: Customer Frightener!]

[Customer Frightener]: So deranged that you frequently frighten customers beyond their limits, the apprentice of the Bloodsaw Apothecary is heading down a path of no return... You have gained permanent bonuses: customers' fear of you permanently +1, pain you inflict +1

Lynn froze.

Countless "???" floated above his head.

How the hell did I become a Customer Frightener?!

I've always upheld the principles of putting customers first, treating people sincerely, and serving them with a smile!

You damned system, you can't just hand out weird achievements like that!

"Trying to run?!"

With a (╬￣皿￣) expression, Lynn pinned down the Witcher who was crawling away, then went at him with the chainsaw.

"Whatever! I'll get this patient cured first!"

Bzzzzzzzzzz-

"God! Oh, God!"

Finally.

More than ten minutes later.

Utterly satisfied, Lynn tossed aside the chainsaw and smiled at the bones he had polished smooth and white. He blew on them and said:

"All done, sir! I've completely removed the toxins that had seeped into the surface of your bones. Now we just need your flesh to regenerate a little more, and your arm will be as good as new!"

Lynn wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face glowing with the sincere pride of a job well done.

Saving a life was worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. The feeling practically made his soul soar.

"Sir, are you satisfied?"

"Sir?"

Lynn turned his head in confusion.

Then he immediately saw the Witcher twitching uncontrollably, his face frozen in a (꒪Д꒪) expression. White foam poured from his mouth, and his eyes had rolled back so far they were barely visible.

"Sir! Sir!!"

Lynn paled in alarm.

More than half an hour later.

[Ding! Using special methods, you have overcome the difference in rank and rendered a legendary Witcher incapable of fighting. You have earned the achievement reward: Pain Inflictor!]

[Pain Inflictor]: Achievement title. Permanently increases the pain inflicted by the host using any tool by 5%.

Lynn listened blankly to the absurd system notification ringing in his mind.

Meanwhile, on the operating table before him.

The Witcher finally began to regain consciousness, emerging slowly from his delirium.

"You're awake?"

The moment he opened his eyes, Lynn's professional smile was reflected in them.

Boing-

Almost reflexively, the Witcher sprang off the operating table in terror and fired more than a dozen shots toward Lynn. Bang, bang, bang!

"Stay away! Stay away from me!"

[Witcher's sanity value -10]

[Witcher's sanity value -5]

[Witcher's sanity value -1]

He stood there in terror, revolver in hand, still badly shaken.

Opposite him, Lynn stared wide-eyed, flattened against the wall with his arms and legs spread. The dozen or so bullets had traced a precise outline around his body.

"Calm down! Please calm down, sir! Forget those unpleasant memories. Rest assured, I've already treated your injury!"

Lynn held out both hands and spoke with earnest authority.

With his foot, he discreetly pushed the chainsaw beside him out of the way, lest it remind his customer of any unpleasant memories.

The Witcher panted.

He struggled to calm himself.

Then he turned his head and looked at his shoulder.

It was wrapped in thick bandages. Although his shoulder still felt a little stiff when he moved it, the hollow sensation left by having his flesh scraped away was gone, as was the tearing pain caused by Black Butterfly's toxin.

It was as though that terrifying experience had all been a dream.

The Witcher said in astonishment, "That fast?"

Lynn said earnestly, "You've pretty much recovered. Once I removed the muscle tissue damaged by the toxin in your shoulder, along with the surface layer of bone shavings, all that remained was figuring out how to make your flesh grow back quickly."

Lynn held up the empty potion bottle in his hand.

"I used the best flesh regeneration potion in our shop. And since your constitution is already exceptional, with such powerful vitality, most of the missing flesh has grown back."

"Only a small portion in the very center was too far from the surrounding tissue, so I filled it in with a little other meat. Don't worry, I've already eliminated any rejection!"

The Witcher froze.

He ripped the bandages off his shoulder.

His shoulder really had returned to normal, its new skin soft and pink. At the very center of the wound, however, he could make out a patch of flesh that differed in color from the surrounding skin.

It was pale and tender, with a single bristle sticking out of it.

[Pork!]

The Witcher instantly bristled. He seized Lynn by the collar and lifted him off the ground, glaring and grinding his teeth.

Lynn quickly raised both hands in a gesture of innocence.

"Sir, while the process may have been a little unpleasant, the result is absolutely perfect, isn't it?"

Lynn blinked, his survival instincts working at full capacity.

"And I can guarantee that if you experience any recurrence in the future, you can come back here anytime for a free follow-up treatment. Your satisfaction is absolutely guaranteed!"

The Witcher trembled. "A follow-up treatment?! You still want to give me another treatment?!"

[The Witcher's emotions are extremely unstable.]

[Danger level +30%]

[Danger level +50%]

[Danger level +99%]

"Sir!" Lynn said solemnly. "I'm a doctor. Although there were indeed a few minor complications during treatment, just think about it!"

"Compared to Black Butterfly spreading throughout your body and making you rot to death, what does that little bit of pain from scraping your bones matter?"

"Nothing matters more than staying alive!"

[Pacification experience +1]

[Pacification experience +1]

[Ding! Target's danger level is decreasing...]

Finally.

After being subjected to Lynn's barrage of toxic motivational platitudes, the Witcher finally lowered the hand gripping Lynn's collar, still grinding his teeth.

The Witcher drew a deep breath, set Lynn down, and said through clenched teeth:

"As expected of one of my own kind. Anyone who's survived this long in the Dark World really does have some skills! Your methods of torture are truly first-rate!"

Lynn rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "You flatter me! You flatter me!"

"Do you think I'm complimenting you?!"

The Witcher grabbed Lynn by the collar and hoisted him up again, his eyes blazing as he snarled through clenched teeth:

"You've never operated on a person before, have you?!"

Lynn quickly shook his head, raised three fingers, and said earnestly, "I swear I have! I just performed a C-section on someone! Both of them were fine! They even gave me a thumbs-up!"