Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 541: This Ridiculous Family of Ours

In other words.

From the start of the battle with the God of All Machines, to Sir Aiwen saving him, to his coma, to the period when he was performing surgery on Miss Puppet, during all that time he couldn't see, she had been enduring immense suffering, trudging alone through the chaotic spatial currents?!

And even just taking a look.

Just confirming he was still alive.

Then silently letting herself be dragged back to that prison without telling him anything?!

"What kind of joke is this?!"

Lynn gritted his teeth, almost instantly pulling out the giant scythe and fiercely activating its fold-jump effect. Even if the surrounding chaotic currents could kill him in an instant, he didn't care at all.

Buzz—

Amidst a thick blood mist, Lynn, his eyes wide with fury, instantly arrived beside her, fiercely reaching out and grabbing her nearly shattered small hand.

But the immense pulling force also instantly whipped his body around like a fallen leaf.It was like suddenly grabbing onto a madly speeding train; the tremendous centrifugal force almost caused Lynn's arm to snap directly.

But Lynn still gritted his teeth stubbornly, fiercely reaching out amidst the wildly whirling chaotic currents to grab the black threads of the curse on her body, forcefully probing into the gaps between the squeezing curse threads, and firmly seizing Alice's form.

And her face, almost completely enveloped by the curse and covered in cracks, looked so haggard it made Lynn's heart ache repeatedly.

[Ding! You are using the Limited-Time Curse Removal Ability on Alice. Do you wish to apply the effect immediately?]

"Yes!!"

Lynn roared, looking up.

And in that instant, a dazzling silver light spread from his hand, instantly covering Alice's entire body, densely enveloping the pitch-black death threads.

In a flash.

The entire spatial chaos was occupied by that blinding silver light, so intense even Sir Aiwen couldn't help raising a hand to shield his eyes.

One death thread after another snapped.

The curse that was madly dragging her body, trying to pull her back to Happy Home, also continuously dissolved within that silver light.

Finally.

Lynn gritted his teeth, fiercely wrapping an arm around her waist, and forcefully peeled the slender girl away from the surging torrent of the curse.

She closed her eyes, her cracked body resembling an angel.

Yet she was clearly an Evil Ghost born from Hatred.

But she was willing to give him her purest and most beautiful side.

Obsession.

Yes.

Whether Hatred or Resentment, they are merely forms of obsession. This is the foundation of their existence. Sometimes, when obsession grows strong enough, nothing can block its path forward.

And clearly.

In this Dark World, he himself had long ago, without even realizing it, become the sole concern in this child's heart.

Family...

"Big Brother Aiwen!!"

Finally, at the moment the curse was stripped away, Lynn, holding the nearly broken girl in his arms, fiercely turned his head and gritted his teeth, reaching a hand towards Sir Aiwen's direction.

And almost simultaneously, streams of data light flickered in Sir Aiwen's eyes.

Snap—

He lightly snapped his fingers.

The spatial chaos rushing towards Lynn and the others instantly dispersed.

Amidst a kaleidoscope-like distortion, the space around Lynn and the others abruptly collapsed, and they were teleported out of the turbulent spatial chaos by Sir Aiwen.

Crack—

Accompanied by a loud roar of spatial collapse, Lynn, holding Alice in his arms, heavily crashed back into his room, landing breathlessly in his wheelchair.

He didn't bother adjusting his own state, immediately leaning down to look at the girl in his arms.

Her skin was covered with dense, intricate cracks. Thick, chaotic Ghost Energy surged out from the cracks in her skin. She resembled a porcelain doll that had been shattered, lying haggardly with her eyes closed, her small hand clutching Lynn's lapel. Her clothes had long been torn apart in the chaotic currents.

"How are you? Alice! Are you okay?!"

Lynn asked urgently.

The fingers of the girl in his arms twitched slightly.

As if in a daze, the girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if Lynn's voice had roused her muddled consciousness. She weakly opened those heartbreaking eyes.

"Brother..."

Alice moved her lips, her small hand lifting with difficulty to touch his cheek.

As if confirming whether her brother was truly still safe and sound. Then her hand tightened its grip on the lapel over his chest, and she weakly tilted her head to rest against the crook of his neck. Her half-open eyes flickered with a gradually relaxing, affectionate light.

"Got to see you again..."

Hearing that soft, clear voice, Lynn's heart ached repeatedly.

She truly was a girl who evoked immense pity.

Because ever since leaving Wandering Souls Alley, he hadn't visited this girl for a very long time. She was alone, guarding that castle that imprisoned her. One could imagine the loneliness that must entail.

In life, that castle imprisoned her. In death, that castle still bound her.

Lynn thought she might resent him.

But she didn't.

In her eyes, apart from affection, he couldn't find anything else. She truly regarded him as her cherished, her only family.

"I'm sorry, Alice, it's my fault... Brother should have made more time to go to Happy Home and accompany you."

Lynn took a deep breath, looking down with complex emotions at the girl in his arms.

Alice closed her eyes, curling up in his embrace, holding onto his chest, as if only this way could she clearly feel his warmth and presence.

She didn't speak, lying as quietly as a porcelain doll.

She was savoring this moment.

As if no matter how big the castle, it wasn't home. But being with family, anywhere could be home.

But how should I make it up to you...

Alice.

How should this bastard brother of yours make it up to you...

Lynn looked down with complex emotions at this child in his arms, wanting to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, that slender hand gently rested on his lips.

"Just holding me like this is enough."

He heard the clear voice from the girl in his arms who kept her eyes closed.

As if this was her only wish.

No further requests. Just hoping her brother would give her a hug, and that alone would completely satisfy her.

Lynn sighed, wrapping his robe around Alice's form, holding her tightly in the crook of his arm, the guilt in his heart almost gushing forth.

Slowly.

Accompanied by a distortion in the air beside him, Sir Aiwen's form materialized at his side, looking at the girl Lynn held in his arms.

"Big Brother Aiwen, thank you."

Lynn forced a bitter smile and shook his head.

Sir Aiwen looked at the girl who lay peacefully and affectionately with her eyes closed, curled up in his embrace like a little sister. His gaze flickered, finding it very hard to believe, no matter what, that this girl was a Death-Omen Tier Evil Ghost brimming with endless Hatred.

"So... she's your sister?"

Sir Aiwen finally asked uncertainly.

Lynn looked down at Alice in his arms with a bitter smile and said, "Mhm, she's a girl I met before I became a Night Doctor. Due to some special circumstances, we became siblings. She probably sensed I was in danger, so she went through immense hardship to come here..."

At this point, Lynn couldn't help but sigh again.

Sir Aiwen looked at him with an utterly incredulous gaze, as if trying to see through what kind of person he really was.

In other words.

He not only has a Root-level Fiancée, Root-level Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, but even his sister is a Death-Omen Tier Evil Spirit?

And back in Nightfall City, he also heard a rumor that apparently the Matriarch had long ago become his Godmother. So if you add himself, the brother he just acknowledged...

Sir Aiwen: "..."

He felt his data streams were getting chaotic, a bit dizzy.

Because it was too absurd.

So how did he manage to build such a formidable background?

This lineup, even if not here, placed in any world, would be ridiculously impressive, wouldn't it?

And more importantly, it seemed he himself had inexplicably become a member of his family, got miraculously recruited by him too. That was the most absurd part.

If this big family were really made public, wouldn't it cause a worldwide uproar?

"Big Brother Aiwen, what's wrong?"

Lynn looked up, puzzled.

Sir Aiwen rubbed his slightly dizzy head, turned, and gestured with his hand:

"Nothing, just suddenly thought of some absurd things. You go ahead, I'll come check on you later."