Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Two scrolls on the counter.

They appeared so abruptly.

Charlotte's nerves suddenly tightened, and he instinctively looked towards the Judgment Sword beneath the counter. The sword was still there.

Then he scanned the clinic, the front door was still tightly shut, and the magic barrier showed no abnormalities.

It was too strange!

Someone had entered the clinic without triggering any reaction from the magic barrier.

After confirming multiple times that there was no one hiding on the first floor of the clinic, Charlotte quickly approached the counter, gripped the Judgment Sword in his hand, and picked up one of the scrolls.

The scroll was made of an unknown material, with a smooth and delicate texture. The original white color had turned yellowish, but the metallic caps at both ends were still shiny, like gold.

It seemed to have been around for a very long time.

"Could it be a martial technique delivered by a formidable recluse?" A thought popped into Charlotte's mind.

If it were assassins sent by Carol, they would have already moved silently, bypassing the magic barrier. His head would have been long gone by now.

To deliver a scroll in the middle of the night, the only possibility Charlotte could think of was the recluses from the Crimson Moon organization.

Setting down the Judgment Sword, Charlotte couldn't wait and opened the scroll.

The scroll unfolded to a length of one foot.

There were no densely packed martial technique secrets, nor a series of illustrated movements.

In the center of the entire scroll, there was only a small black dot that looked like a black sesame seed at first glance.

"Such a familiar feeling, are they deceiving me again?" Charlotte frowned and brought the scroll closer to the light, examining it carefully.

This time, he saw it. That black dot was not a sesame seed or a black ant; it was a tiny figure.

A figure holding a sword.

Someone had drawn such a minuscule figure on this large scroll.

Charlotte stared at it for a long time until his eyes grew sore, and he felt that he had been fooled again.

Suddenly, the little figure moved.

He drew the sword and struck.

The tiny sword seemed to pierce out from within the scroll and entered Charlotte's eyes and mind.

Charlotte only felt his vision turn black, and his mind fell into chaos.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a floating island.

Everything around him was pitch black and chaotic. Dim light fell on the black stone that was less than ten square meters in size, and Charlotte was now standing on this black stone.

He could confirm that there was emptiness below. The howling wind blew up from below, and when he reached out his hand, it was immediately marked with bloodstains from the wind blades.

Charlotte withdrew his hand. The blood and pain felt so real, unlike a dream.

But wasn't he just looking at the little figure in the clinic? How did he suddenly end up in such a bizarre place?

However, his gaze was quickly drawn to the figure standing at the other end of the black stone—a tall man covered in a large black cloak.

That cloak looked familiar to Charlotte. If he wasn't mistaken, he had the same one stored in his wardrobe.

"The Adjudicator!" Charlotte exclaimed in astonishment.

The man raised his hand, revealing a black longsword under the cloak. The ancient hilt also looked familiar.

"Young man, I am surprised to see you here," the Adjudicator's deep voice resounded. "But since you have chosen this path, show me the attitude of a knight. Kill me within three days, and you will be able to leave this place."

Charlotte: "Ah?!"

Only then did he notice that his right hand was also gripping a black longsword—the Judgment Sword!

"The Sword of Judgment, First Form: Sword Drawing Technique," the Adjudicator's voice echoed.

The sword flashed, and Charlotte only saw the Adjudicator's hand make a slight movement, without even catching a glimpse of how the blade was unsheathed.

And then.

He saw his own headless body slowly collapse to the ground.

"Damn it!"

He was beheaded!

"You have ten seconds of rest," the Adjudicator's cold voice echoed.

Charlotte took two steps back, clutching his neck in terror.

Pain! It was so painful!

The pain of a sword severing his neck was real and horrifying.

Even as someone who had already died once, he couldn't bear this terrible way of dying.

"Wait a minute! Weren't you supposed to teach me how to practice swordsmanship? Why did you just come and chop off my head?" Charlotte suddenly snapped back to his senses and shouted.

This was unreasonable!

"Sword techniques must be cultivated in actual combat to overcome and triumph over enemies. Only through death can one comprehend the true essence of survival," the Adjudicator raised his hand. "Young man, your ten seconds are up."

Instinctively, Charlotte raised his right hand.

Before his sword could even be unsheathed, the Adjudicator's voice came from behind him, "Too slow."

Charlotte, clutching his neck, climbed up from the ground with a look of despair, "I won't do it anymore! Aren't you just bullying me with an unfair advantage? You haven't taught me anything!"

"You have ten seconds of rest."

"Perhaps we can start with something simple, like how to draw the sword? For a beginner like me, isn't this teaching method a bit too extreme?" Charlotte tried to persuade the Adjudicator.

"Ten seconds are up," the Adjudicator remained unmoved and unsheathed his sword once again.

Revived once again, Charlotte stood at the edge of the floating island, looking at the Adjudicator gripping the sword with one hand. Without any hesitation, he turned around and jumped outward.

Whatever was below, it couldn't be worse than being beheaded, right?

"Your wrong choice is truly regrettable," the Adjudicator's whisper echoed from above.

"Go to hell! I won't play along with you anymore!" Charlotte flipped him off towards the sky.

And then... he quickly understood the meaning behind the Adjudicator's words.

Below the floating island was not an expansive sky.

It was a domain of violent hurricanes.

After falling several hundred meters, the small knife-like wind blades turned into large blades, slicing away pieces of Charlotte's flesh.

He experienced the feeling of being tortured.

"You have ten seconds of rest."

Charlotte held his feeble self, finally collapsing:

"If I am guilty, let the law be the one to punish me! Don't torment me like this..."

In his previous life, he was just a veterinarian, and in this life, he was only a magician who had lost his magic source. When had he ever endured this kind of repeated death torture?

"In the struggle between life and death, the ability to infinitely revive is a trial mode that many knights dream of. If you can't even accept such a trial, do you still want to become a brave knight?" The golden gaze beneath the black cloak fell upon Charlotte, and the Adjudicator's voice was ice-cold.

Those words were like a bucket of ice-cold water pouring down on him, instantly awakening Charlotte.

Compared to repeatedly dying and reviving in this strange space, in the Abyss, once he died, everything would be gone.

This was the martial technique he sought from the hermit, entering the mysterious space within the scroll.

If he couldn't even pass the first stage of the trial, what face would he have to ask the hermit for help in the future?

This scroll was so extraordinary. If he couldn't seize such an opportunity, how could he become stronger and protect himself?

The Adjudicator's cold countdown continued.

Charlotte drew his longsword, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, standing in front, his gaze fixed on the Adjudicator's hand gripping the sword.

There was no fear on his face, only absolute calmness.

Once again, the Adjudicator unsheathed his sword, sweeping it forward, crossing several meters in a single step.

The Judgment Sword emitted a deathly aura as it was unsheathed!

This time, Charlotte finally saw how his sword was unsheathed!