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CHATBOT: Due to diligently reviewing the report and having watched his games a lot even before regression, it was possible. Neymar played a similar style of soccer to that time. Therefore, Hoyoung was able to effectively help with the training by imitating Neymar as much as possible. Dribbling so dazzling it could make one dizzy. However, it was not incomprehensible, but clean, flexible, creative, and even decisive - that was Neymar's dribbling. 'No wonder he broke the world record transfer fee.' Having witnessed Neymar in the last game, Hoyoung could feel it in his skin. "Anyway, I'll imitate him as closely as I can to play against you, so try to get used to this feeling in your body." To hunt a tiger, one must at least be skilled at catching a leopard. That was the reason for the special training. "You understand what I mean, right?" "Yes." The training was relentless, day and night. If it felt lacking, they would cut down on sleep, and when Breno's will weakened, Hoyoung would encourage him. Then one day, Breno asked. "Why are you helping me so much?" "Huh." It was a question born purely out of gratitude and curiosity, but Hoyoung was incredulous. "Because we're a team, do you want to make me lose strength with such foolish talk?" As Hoyoung's face tensed up, Breno scratched his head. "I know that, but... If I were you, I couldn't have done this much, even as the captain." At that, Hoyoung's eyes narrowed sharply. "You don't need to thank me, just show it in the actual game. The coach said, just show what you've prepared." Helping Breno was something Hoyoung thought was perfectly natural. Because they were on the same team. And because they had to win the game. Especially the match against Santos FC in February next year was very crucial for Hoyoung. Neymar's talent, known as the soccer prodigy (S-), was at stake, so they had to win. Moreover, this special training wasn't just for Breno. [Enchanting Footwork (B-)|] Two birds with one stone. While training with Breno, Hoyoung's already quite dazzling footwork (C+3) had advanced a level. Other talents were also growing steadily, and he had acquired a couple more of Oscar's talents. [Woo Hoyoung] Talents Owned - Soccer Genius (A+) - Storm Dribble (SU) - Soccer Prince's Playmaking (U) - Midfield Commander's Versatility (U) - Genius Dribbling (A+3) - Legs Faster Than a Lamborghini (A+2) - Piercing Space Penetration (A+) - Sculpted Beauty (A+) - Burning Fighting Spirit (A-) - Razor-Sharp Judgment (A-) - Strong Body (B...

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CHATBOT: Here is the translation of the provided text: 055. A Ship to Europe (2) U-17 FIFA World Cup. This is a World Cup event in which players under the age of 17 can participate, and it is the youngest competition organized by FIFA. Although it may be somewhat undervalued because the players are teenagers, a World Cup is still a World Cup. Its prestige is so high that over 90,000 spectators have been known to attend the final match. The reason is that it serves as a significant gateway for future soccer stars. "Quite a few U17 World Cup alumni have made it to the ranks of stardom." Ho-young could recall more than ten such players. From Spain: Casillas, Fabregas, Iniesta, Torres, Xavi, Silva. From Italy: Buffon, Del Piero, Totti. From Germany: Toni Kroos. From Brazil: Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, and others. Especially Maradona, who once led Argentina to victory in the youth World Cup with a one-man show. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that many world-class players have gone through this path. Son Heung-min from South Korea was also one of them. But then. 'If I were to step onto that stage...' It's a tournament organized by FIFA, after all. Reaching the semi-finals would mean laying the groundwork to acquire the talent of Cha Bum-kun! Looking at the best performance of the Korean national team in history, there was a time in 1987 when Shin Tae-yong and Seo Jung-won led the team to the quarter-finals. It wasn't entirely impossible, like the adult World Cup. 'The problem is the age.' The average age for the U17 team is 16-17 years old. At the youngest, they are 15, and occasionally a 14-year-old player participates, but the frequency is very low. But what if 12-year-old Ho-young were to compete? He would break the record for the youngest player, currently held by a 13-year-old from Africa, by a matter of months. Thump. His heart warmed with excitement. 'Can I do it?' Honestly, he wasn't sure. After all, it's tough for an elementary school student to compete against high school students. He had heard news about a Korean player named Ji So-hyung who was selected for the U19 national team at the age of 14 and competed in a youth championship... The important thing is whether he can demonstrate his true skills among middle and high school students. His physique wasn't much different. Ho-young had a large frame and fairly solid muscles. Of course, that's in comparison to others his age. But in terms of actual muscle mass, he still fell short of them. Up to a five-year di...

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CHATBOT: You don't know how happy this moment is. It's nice to feel the frustration being cleared away, but even better was the newfound confidence in the game. Indeed, happiness in soccer comes only when you have the ball. That was the moment. When confidence exploded. And from the special studio, an excited voice burst out. [Aaaaaah! He's awakened! Finally, Woo Ho-young has awakened! He's running! An incredible breakthrough! He keeps running!] [I knew it. South Korea's coach Park Kyung-woon had been hiding his teeth for this moment.] Praise began for the Korean coach. But Park Kyung-woon himself was voicing his concern. "Be careful not to lose it!" Before the game started, he had given Woo Ho-young a free role to account for 'variables,' but he thought that movement was somewhat risky. What if the ball was stolen during that? He was more worried about failing in the attack and allowing a counterattack than hoping it would go well. 'If Germany's defense is strong individually, Japan has good defensive organization. Any ordinary attack will be blocked.' As he stroked his beard and sent a worried look towards Ho-young, that was the moment. "Ah!" Disappointment flowed out. Ho-young's surprise mid-range shot was blocked by the goalkeeper's punch. But it was an attack good enough to shake Japan's defense. And at the 14th minute of the first half. That fighting spirit heated up the Korean players, and more refreshing and fiery attacks began to unfold. Japan, which had shown organized and robust defense throughout the tournament, had no choice but to worry. "Should we press from the halfway line?" "The coach says to narrow the gap! Don't leave any space!" "Right. I'll cooperate, so don't give away the angle for a mid-range shot. We need to press the space." After much deliberation, Japan decided to block Ho-young's offense with aggressive man-to-man defense. And five minutes later, Ho-young proved their countermeasures were futile. As Japan closed the space and spread out their defense, Ho-young quickly pushed aside a defender and provided a key pass into the space behind. And Seok Hyung-jun did not miss that opportunity. Clang! It was Korea's first goal. "That's right!" Park Kyung-woon cheered. A thrilling thrill as if his hair was being pulled out settled on his scalp. Watching Ho-young, it felt like seeing Park Ju-hyung's youth representative days. He remembered the scene where he had beaten four opposing defenders at once with his skills to create a goal. Park Ju-hyu...

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CHATBOT: They were able to climb up to here because they had their backs. But this time it was different. If they had been pulling the cart from the front until now, today was the opposite. It felt like ten people were pushing the cart loaded with their bodies from behind. Grueling. While sacrificing, they constantly found ways. They were creating a path for the ants to move forward, a path to victory. "Hoo." "Damn dog. Do you think you can escape my pressure like that?" He couldn't understand the meaning of Sissoko's occasional words... No, even if he knew French, he didn't have the strength to interpret it. It was killing him. Even if Ho-young had the same 'abundant activity' talent as Sissoko, the extent to which it could be utilized was different. If Sissoko could use the maximum of his talent, Ho-young could only use about 80%. It was a difference in level due to the age difference and constitution. Ho-young also acknowledged that. Physically, he was one step below Sissoko. That's why he moved even more diligently. The back of his head was numb, and his throat was scratchy because his saliva had dried up, but he could endure it. Have you ever experienced a game worse than this? And finally. "It's done." Snap! While Ho-young was going back and forth in the midfield, dodging Sissoko, Lee Cheong-ryong succeeded in a surprise breakthrough to the first line. There were four attackers on our side. Only three defenders on the opposing side. Ho-young's eyes moved quickly. At the same time, his body shot out like a bolt of lightning. Like a flash of light. Because it was the last chance, he ran out with all his might. It was the 48th minute of the second half. "!!" Sissoko tried to follow Ho-young, who shot out like a rocket, but lost him in just a few seconds. 'Shit, how can he be faster with the ball?' Sissoko realized in an instant. Woo Ho-young was not a rabbit, but a tiger wearing a rabbit's skin... But by the time he realized it, it was already too late. The tiger was raging madly. And. "It's open." The tiger successfully secured various attack routes with terrifying space penetration. "Hoo..." Ho-young let out a heavy breath and once again crossed the field at full speed. The destination was forward, but the direction was not set. Like a dandelion seed blowing in the wind, he was wandering the field aimlessly. With his dazzling penetration, even the French defenders showed messy movements. That was the moment. "!" Lee Cheong-ryong, who had broken through to the ...

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CHATBOT: 068. First World Cup (1) From that day on, Luchi busily went back and forth, and a few days later, he visited Hoyoung's house with a bundle of documents. "There are a total of nine teams that want to take player Woo Hoyoung." "Does the transfer happen between June and August?" "That's right. You'll officially register as a player and participate in matches. Of course, before that, we'll need proof that a legal guardian has come to Spain and has a business or employment, but we'll have to request this from FIFA. So, we need preparation time." "How long will it take?" "The results won't be out until the end of July, but the key is how FIFA responds. Otherwise, it's also a good idea to transfer during the December winter market safely. There's a high chance of being called up for the U17 World Cup." "December, huh." To officially transfer, one has to move during either the summer or winter transfer window. In other words, whether to move in August or to increase one's value after the U17 World Cup and move in December. One had to choose between the two. "Personally, I recommend the latter. There's less pressure to move hastily, and there will be no problems later. And if player Hoyoung performs well at the U17 World Cup, I'm confident we can secure an incredible contract." Luchi exuded confidence. "An incredible contract?" "For example, player David Luiz, who recently signed a professional contract, managed to secure a weekly wage 30% higher than expected. And we lowered the buyout clause by 30%. But if player Hoyoung performs at the U-17 World Cup? You could dance without pants at the negotiation table and still get everything you want. Do you know a Spanish player named Bojan Krkic?" "I've heard he's the top player in Barcelona's youth team." "That's right. Do you know how much his weekly wage is? It's 3,000 euros. That's an annual salary of 150,000 euros." At the age of 13, an annual salary of nearly 200 million won! It was a different level compared to the likes of Ronaldo or Messi at the time. "The wage level for young players around the world is being standardized upwards due to England's excessive poaching of youth players. The same goes for buyout clauses." "I understand what you're saying. But." Hoyoung leaned forward and replied. "What I want is a tutoring system with the first-team players." "Tutoring?" "Yes. Even if I have to cut my weekly wage from 1 million won to 500,000 won, I'd like to have a clause that allows me to receive systematic tutori...

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CHATBOT: I feel like I'm being taken for a fool, and I don't really like it. But this is the house of the Omi-Kubishirushi Village. I'll take it that Madam has no ulterior motive. "The master is away from the village on business right now, but he has heard of you." "Thank you very much." "Also, I have been strictly instructed by our family head, your grandfather, that since you are coming with a letter of introduction from Professor Rokukaido, who was a benefactor to the previous generation, we must ensure that no discourtesy occurs. Please feel free to ask for anything during your stay in the village." Despite the reassuring words, the tone of voice was slightly chilly. I'll take it to mean that I shouldn't act selfishly and should consult them first about anything. "Your room, Mr. Raichi, has been prepared in a separate building on the estate grounds. Please make yourself at home and relax during your stay." "Is Madam Matsurika also staying on this estate?" As soon as I mentioned Matsurika's name, Madam's expression, which I thought had softened a little, became even more stern. Well, it's not surprising... "Madam Matsurika is resting in a separate branch of the family estate." "What is this branch family estate?" "I will show you later. It is where the master's brother, Mr. Jirosuke, lives. Mr. Jirosuke is taking care of Matsurika, so it would be best to ask him for details." "Understood. Then I would like to go to this branch family estate right away." "Now? But I haven't even served you tea yet. And there's also the matter of your salary." "Having a place to stay is enough for me. Besides, I came here to meet Matsurika. If I don't see her today, it will be no different from coming tomorrow." "You're in a hurry... No, perhaps I should say you're young... Someone, tell one of the available staff to guide the guest to the branch family estate." "Thank you." The female servant... no, since Madam ordered it, I should probably call her a maid in a more Western fashion. The maid bowed and withdrew to the back. Even though she's a servant, once there's no one else around... Madam showed a slightly more relaxed expression. It wasn't a relaxed expression in the sense of being at ease, but rather her true expression, free from the corset of formality. "...Hey, Mr. Raichi?" "Yes?" Even though it's about us... she asked with a smile that seemed to find it amusingly inappropriate, as if it were someone else's business. "You've probably heard from Professor Rokukaido... but ...

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CHATBOT: 178. Rewards, Rewards, and More Rewards (2) December 14th. The aftermath of the El Clasico, which caused an upset, was quite significant. Real Madrid's tactics, which defeated Barcelona, who seemed unbeatable, shocked the football world when the backstory of its creation was revealed through interviews. Even though Schuster himself confirmed it was true, many still did not believe it. Some football commentators even proposed conspiracy theories. [The value of Woo Ho-young, who achieved a hat-trick in El Clasico, is skyrocketing day by day. Now, there are hardly any football fans who do not know the name 'Woo Ho-young.' Everyone is focused on this young man, eagerly awaiting his performance in every match. The fact that his jersey sales rank within the TOP 3 within Real Madrid is not an exaggerated story. From this perspective, Schuster's interview could be suspected as a means to promote Woo Ho-young. Did Woo Ho-young really come up with all those tactics? We need to observe this incident in connection with the music industry. A scenario where a composer lays the basic framework, and an artist slightly changes the melody to release the song under their own name. Isn't that quite plausible? Real Madrid currently needs a star. They need a striker to follow in the footsteps of Madrid's heart 'Raul,' a midfielder to take over the role of 'Zidane,' and a handsome player to continue the legacy left by Beckham. Woo Ho-young fits all these criteria. Moreover, since yesterday, the epithet 'brainy player' has been following Woo Ho-young. His intelligence will thrill football fans and will trigger many people's desire to purchase his jersey. This is why Perez wants to make Woo Ho-young a superstar. The contracts with Real Madrid's main jersey sponsor 'Bwin' and the jersey brand 'Adidas' are ending next year. Woo Ho-young's value will significantly influence the signing fee. In fact, Real Madrid significantly increased their sponsorship fee when they signed David Beckham five years ago. In other words, this season Perez has designated Woo Ho-young as Beckham's successor. Then, will Perez's star-making project succeed? To do so, he must first surpass Messi to become Spain's top jersey sales model.] It was a point well made. Real Madrid was not a club struggling with debt, but they needed substantial funds to succeed in the major rebuilding planned for next year. The players they were currently eyeing included Manchester United's Ronaldo and Vidic, AC Milan's Kaka, Live...

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CHATBOT: Chapter 14 "Mr. Raichi, thank you for your hard work up until today." Suddenly called by the madam, that was what was conveyed to me. I never assumed that everything would go smoothly... I had thought that this day would come eventually. "Although you said you didn't need a salary, you have been Matsurika's companion for a short while. This is just a little something, but please accept it." "No, rather than that. May I ask for the reason?" "...Well? If there's a reason, I would like to ask Matsurika about it." With just that, I understood that I was being dismissed because Matsurika had rejected me. "I rather thought... that you, Mr. Raichi, might know the reason...?" It was pure speculation. It seemed she believed that our relationship had rapidly deteriorated due to a romantic entanglement. Whether that was true or not... such labels are powerful. No evidence or explanation would be of any use. "No. I really don't know. After all, I didn't even meet Matsurika yesterday." "Oh, is that so? ...Then why did she suddenly say such things last night..." "Matsurika herself asked for my dismissal, didn't she?" "I was starting to take a little liking to you, regardless of whether there was a romantic affair with that girl or not... At least, if I could enjoy the illusion that you were a knight in shining armor, even just for a moment away from an inescapable reality, I was planning to leave it at that." "...And the salary is zero, right?" "Fufufu... Mr. Jirosuke often said that you were leading Matsurika astray and that it would be better not to get close to you. But I was the one who dismissed that." I see. If the madam hadn't taken a liking to me, my dismissal would have come much sooner. "Madam... Excuse me." "What is it?" A maid whispered something to the madam in a low voice. It didn't seem like an urgent matter. I naturally let out a big sigh... I'm interested in what Matsurika's current state of mind is and why she suddenly rejected me. ...No. Let's stop pretending to be neutral. Her sudden change of heart... I can't understand it, and above all, I'm worried. What happened, Matsurika? And at this moment, what are you feeling? Am I supposed to leave you alone and go away...? No, Dr. Rokugai said it too. A doctor must not force treatment without the patient's consent. Then, as his student, I must also adhere to that. If Matsurika no longer wishes for me... there's no good reason to force anything further. ......................... This sensation that always s...

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CHATBOT: Upon hearing the story, Professor Rokukaidou was greatly outraged. No matter how much a treatment is recommended from a doctor's perspective, he would never force it upon a patient who has not yet accepted it in their heart. That was Professor Rokukaidou's conviction... "Yesterday, my husband had Dr. Ienairi come to our house to examine Matsurika-san... What an impolite doctor. Doesn't he have the common sense to greet us at the main house before going to the Bunke-ya residence?" "...Don't tell me, there at the Ienairi's, Matsurika-san underwent some kind of treatment or surgery...?" If that were the case, it would make sense. I've heard that psychosurgical operations can immediately cause dramatic changes in personality. If so, I could understand why Matsurika suddenly rejected me overnight. ...But that would be a fatally late and unbelievable situation... "He only did an examination and provided an estimate for the surgery. It seems he came to present the results of that estimate. My husband told me to receive the estimate... Rumor has it, he charges a considerable fee." "If his business is sustainable, it means he has the necessary skills and there's a demand for it, right?" "Surely... The thought of brain surgery is horrifying, but... It's not like you can spend your life locked away in a hermitage, treated like a monster... As a woman, I sympathize, but... It's surely happier to receive treatment, cure the illness, and return to a normal life." Madam... That seems to be an intolerant and violent argument due to the majority. Matsurika is a monster. Please do not measure a monster's happiness by the happiness of those who are not monsters... On my way to the entrance, guided by the maid. I met eyes with a young man in a white coat, led by another maid coming from the opposite end of the hallway. ...Probably the psychosurgeon Dr. Ienairi that Madam was talking about. The corridor was narrow, so if we were to pass by each other, both parties would have to give way. Naturally, both leading maids moved to the right side. ...But both Ienairi and I... did not give way. So we stopped and faced each other... "...Are you Mr. Shiozawa, the tutor that Mr. Jirosuke mentioned?" "Nice to meet you... I presume you are Dr. Ienairi Kyonosuke, the psychosurgeon." What am I doing? Having been dismissed by the client, I shouldn't care about my successor. ...Why do I glare at him with such obvious hostility...? Does that mean I was more attracted to Matsurika than I though...

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CHATBOT: Raiichi, who was supposed to have twisted his arm behind his back, dislocated it with a flexibility that was inhuman, and shook it off with a limp motion. "I'm not a knight. I'm a tutor." "Hahaha, hahahahaha!! Of course, I'm not just your supporting role either. I'm a doctor. I cut out and kill monsters..." In Ieiri's right hand was a small yet sinister syringe. And in his left hand, he held a silver, thin, long tool with a sharply pointed tip, resembling an ice pick, which he had taken out from somewhere... Raiichi felt an intense revulsion towards that ice pick. ...Because the sharp, gleaming tip of that ice pick was emitting a dreadful aura. Ieiri seemed to be ambidextrous. Even with his non-dominant left hand, he skillfully manipulated his weapon... "It seems you've realized that this is my favorite tool." "...................." "I've laid out various tools, but... in the end, this one is everything. Ultimately, this is all I need. With just this, I can perform surgery. That means, with just this one, I've cut out and killed many abominable monsters..." The nest of monsters... That is to say, a tool for directly destroying the human brain... "Once, brain surgery required elaborate equipment and involved drilling holes in the skull. However, I thought to myself, why must we drill holes? If it wasn't necessary, surgery could be so much simpler! And upon further thought, I realized that the skull already has holes that lead directly to the brain..." Those are the eye sockets... Two large openings created to accommodate the eyeballs. You pry open the eyelids... and insert the ice pick through the gap between the eyeball and the eye socket... The appropriate angle, distance, and force. Adjustments made through experience and touch. And then the tip of the ice pick touches... the nest of monsters. That area is called the frontal lobe. The frontal lobe is what makes humans human... the seat of the soul and dignity. Medically speaking, one can live without this part, but in terms of the soul and dignity, it can lead to severe disabilities or death. In 1935, experiments on chimpanzees suggested that their aggression could be subdued, making them more docile. However, focusing solely on this led to reckless experiments and surgeries, and it was later understood that the frontal lobe was not just an organ for anger and violence, but very important for various human emotions. Some patients had the expected results from surgery, while others saw no improvement, and...

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CHATBOT: People who hold thoughts, beliefs, or emotions different from those promoted by the state accumulate depression day by day, and eventually, they will surely plot rebellion against the state. And those who possess such thoughts, like rotten oranges, will spoil the oranges next to them, becoming the source of the spread of inconvenient ideologies for the state... The idea of managing all the thoughts and thinking of the citizens was rapidly spreading around the world in this era when ideology had suddenly emerged as a new axis of conflict. Even in this era, words like brainwashing and re-education were beginning to be known. The state had begun to interfere with the garden of freedom, which should have been allowed to every human being, such as the thoughts and thinking of its citizens. Those who could not sympathize with the state were labeled as abnormal and in need of treatment, and under the guise of treatment, they were physically trying to forcibly correct their thoughts, their nests. But monitoring people's thoughts is difficult, and curing them is even more challenging. That's why research is still ongoing. A method to easily and at low cost remove only the abnormal parts of abnormal humans for the state... The freedom of thought is so precious, and yet it is still an unachieved concept, which hardly needs to be explained now. That feeling of, "Hmm... I can't quite sympathize with this part..." This small feeling, inflated by the billions of people on Earth, leads to a world where everyone labels those they cannot sympathize with as abnormal due to misunderstanding. Certainly... I can understand the argument of those who fear the abnormal. Thoughts become actions. Therefore, those who harbor terrifying imaginations cannot be denied the possibility of actually carrying them out. Therefore, even if they do not actually carry out those terrifying imaginations, they are condemned and excluded as abnormal just for imagining them. But... didn't even Christ say? If anyone is to throw a stone at a woman who has committed the sin of adultery, let only those who have not sinned throw it. And he also said this: Anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. Humans live while sinning. Sometimes, immoral fantasies may spring to mind. But that is natural if one is human, if one is alive. Certainly, a devout person would be ashamed of it and consider it a sin. If that is the way of life they have chosen for themselves, i...

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CHATBOT: Chapter 17 Trembling in the corner of the room, Matsurika continued to shed cold sweat profusely, ignoring her, Ieiri began to unpack the brought-in luggage with an unchanged cold smile. The contents were... ah, just as imagined. How happy I would have been if it had betrayed my expectations!! With a clinking metallic sound... there were silver, slender, long surgical tools the likes of which had never been seen before. What was taken out and placed on the floor with a thud were ominous medicine bottles... It was unclear what the dark brown bottle contained, but its mere presence was enough to cause a sharp sensation, not just in the nose but also as if needles were piercing the brain, instilling a biological instinctual fear... Originally, psychiatric surgery is known to be simpler compared to general surgery. However, even so, to perform it in an unsanitary room, without a single assistant, and with only such ominous tools and drugs, is far too deviant... But for Ieiri, who has lived in the darkness of village society, this was the norm. Noble families who are secretive and do not want the outside world to know that they have a monster among them, do not wish to take them to a hospital. And it is all the more convenient that Ieiri, who keeps secrets for a large reward and leaves for distant places after the surgery, is the only one to perform the operation. Ieiri has always done it this way. And for him, this scene was all too familiar, a usual sight. Overwhelmed by Ieiri's ominous aura, the patient trembled in fear as he spread out his tools, a usual sight. "Now then, it's about time, Miss Matsurika... Let's begin the preparations for the surgery." In his right hand, he held a small syringe filled with an ominous liquid... "No, stop it!! Don't come any closer!! Stay away from me!!!" "This is a medicine to calm your mind and relax your body... By doing so, the fear of surgery and the pain will be almost gone... Yes, it's not scary. This is a very, very... humane medicine..." The worst deception and fraud of a monster speaking of humanity. Even if the efficacy of the drug is true, if the user and the purpose of use are monstrous, then it is no different from a monster's drug. Matsurika, half-mad with fear, picked up a thick book from the floor and threw it. But while it may serve as a declaration of rejection, it could not serve as an attack to repel Ieiri. Ieiri's left hand effortlessly caught the fiercely thrown book, stopping it in mid-air. As expected...