You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

To put it bluntly, these guys are all impulsive and brainless.

Leia laughed heartily, pulled out a large pile of beast meat and placed it on the counter as a gift, then turned and left.

Before she left, she casually tossed out a sentence:
"The final battle will take place on Sunday, at noon, at the ruins of the arena on the outskirts of the slums."

Sherlock watched her leave, feeling as if he had lost his soul.

Behind her, Ophelia floated lightly in the air with her arms crossed, her tone gloating.

"Crack crack crack... I never imagined the three major powers would actually go to war. It's all because you're so popular with women, so many people are about to lose their lives..."

"Could you please not use such harsh language?"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and responded.

"Humph!"

Even Fufu puffed out her cheeks angrily and turned her head away, ignoring him.

"Even you're angry?!"

Sherlock was going absolutely crazy.

Why?! How could things have turned out like this?!

He slammed his elbow on the table, clutched his head, and groaned in pain.

Thus began the inevitable battle between three women vying for a licensed healer.

**
Sunday, noon.

The moment of the decisive battle has finally arrived.

On the outskirts of the slums, the ruins of an abandoned arena.

This place was once a hellish arena for the poor to enjoy themselves in, where the smell of blood and sweat has long since seeped into the crumbling stone walls. Today, vines entwine the broken stands, and moss covers the cracked floor tiles, but the fervent atmosphere of the fighters seems never to have dissipated.

Today, the fervor of the past has been rekindled.

The three major forces each occupied one of the three corners of the arena.

The scales of the lizardmen gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight, and every tail was taut, ready to pounce.

The werewolves growled softly, their fur bristling, and their claws scratched deep gashes into the ground.

G-chan excitedly shouted in the live stream:
Holy crap, this is even more exaggerated than the Kingdom's military exercises!

The Great War Between the Three Races: The Cause - A Battle for an Unlicensed Healer

[Sherlock: I really just wanted to quietly open a therapy clinic!]

Sherlock stood in the center of the arena, watching everything with a look of utter despair.

He only had one question to ask.

Who exactly gave you the reason to start this war?
……

The orcs' muscular bodies gleamed with a bronze luster in the sunlight, like war statues about to awaken.

The scales of the lizardmen trembled slightly in the dim light, their tails taut like bowstrings; the werewolves' fur stood on end, their growls weaving into a menacing war song in the air.

The three factions faced off, and as their eyes met, it seemed as if an invisible flame was burning.

The air vibrated slightly, as if the entire arena was holding its breath in anticipation of the upcoming battle.

"Thank you for coming all this way to die."

Fina the Gale stepped onto a broken stone slab, her black hair flying in the wind, her golden vertical pupils filled with cold fighting spirit. "Today, I will show you who the boss is."

"Do not make jokes!"

Tyrant Dova grinned, revealing sharp, white fangs, his voice filled with almost fanatical excitement, "You'll soon understand that Dova has always held back!"

"How stupid."

Rhea crossed her arms, her crimson eyes filled with mockery. "You think you can defeat a fully-fledged orc? Today will be your death anniversary!"

The voices of the three leaders resounded like war drums, pushing the entire arena to a boiling point.

Immediately afterwards, the noon bell rang—

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The heavy tolling of the bell seemed to strike the hearts of everyone.

Even before the echoes of the bell had faded, the three groups of people roared and charged out.

Dust flew everywhere, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Just as the battle was about to break out, a clear and firm voice shattered the tense atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

"Wait a minute—!"

Everyone was stunned.

At the highest point of the stands, a black-haired man in a black coat stood against the light, like a sharp sword stuck in the ruins.

Beside him, a petite elven girl nervously tugged at his sleeve, her long golden hair fluttering gently in the wind.

"……doctor."

"Lord Sherlock."

"Sherlock."

The three female leaders almost simultaneously looked up and called his name.

but--

Their steps did not completely stop.

Fina gripped the silver-inlaid spear tightly, her gaze sharp as a blade.

Dowa's claws had pierced her skin, and blood was dripping onto the stone slab.

Leia's muscles were taut, and her fighting spirit burned like a raging fire.

Sherlock took a deep breath.

"You're not here to stop this war, are you?"

Fina raised an eyebrow and said with a cold smile, "Although I respect you as a doctor, this time we can't stop now."

"Yes."

Dova grinned, her crimson eyes burning with fervor. "Dova also respects Lord Sherlock, but there's one thing I can't do as you say."

"Yes."

Leia added softly, with a hint of regret in her voice, "Although I am willing to do whatever you ask, this time, I can only ask for your forgiveness."

Fufu tugged at Sherlock's sleeve, her delicate little face filled with unease.

"Sherlock, what should we do now? You've already intervened, but they still won't give up..."

Sherlock looked down at her, his gaze gentle yet firm.

Then, he slowly spoke:
"Yes, I understand. I'm not here to stop this fight."

"what?"

Fufu's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

The three female leaders were also slightly taken aback.

Sherlock stepped forward, his voice echoing clearly throughout the arena.

“I also grew up in the slums, so of course I know you won’t give up easily.”

The slums are a hell woven from chaos, poverty, violence, and bloodshed.

Here, fists are the rules, and force is the order.

Lizardmen, werewolves, and orcs—the three races—have fought each other for decades for survival, for dignity, and for hatred.

A fist slammed into his face, a knife plunged into his abdomen, a bullet pierced his bone, and blood stained the soil red.

There is no room for naivety here.

"There are too many unspeakable grievances between you."

Sherlock's gaze swept over the three factions.

Every face bears the marks of scars and hatred.

"Today's conflict is nothing more than the long-suppressed volcano finally erupting."

He paused, a helpless smile playing on his lips.

"Given this situation, I, an outsider from another race, have no right to express my opinion."

"Because I am just an ordinary unlicensed therapist."

G-chan held her breath in the live stream:

Holy crap... Sherlock's comment just completely broke me down.

[Those who don't try to mediate or take sides, but simply state the facts—that's the kind of people who truly understand the slums.]

Sherlock: I am not a savior, I am just a doctor.

Fufu bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Sherlock gently patted her head and continued:

"So, you can fight to your heart's content."

"We'll beat you until you're satisfied."

"I just came here to tell you this."

The air solidified.

There was silence in the audience.

In the center of the arena, the three female leaders exchanged glances, their fighting spirit burning even more intensely.

Fina gently twirled the spear in her hand, its scales reflecting a cold light.

Dova licked her fangs, a low growl rumbling from the depths of her throat. Leia clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling slightly, like a wild beast about to erupt.

G-chan spammed the chat like crazy in the live stream:
[The three queens: The doctor has given the approval, let's begin!]

Sherlock: I allow you to fight, but I won't get involved.

The largest three-way battle in the slums began with an unlicensed healer.

Fufu stared blankly at all of this, her heart filled with conflict and unease.

Sherlock, on the other hand, stood on high ground, quietly watching the battle that was about to break out.

He had no expression.

It's like watching a storm that was already inevitable.

……

Since the doctor has said so—

Swiftwind Fina slammed her spear down, her black hair flying wildly in the blazing sun, her golden vertical pupils flashing with a beastly light. "Then let's settle this once and for all!"

A defiant smile curled at the corner of her lips, and her voice, as loud as a gong, echoed across the arena.

"The person who survives will receive a doctor. What do you think of this proposal?"

"Agree!"

Tyrant Dova grinned, revealing his snow-white fangs, his eyes gleaming with excitement and madness. "Anyway, Dova was destined to win!"

"Hmph, Sherlock's virginity belongs to me."

With her arms crossed, Rhea's crimson eyes burned with an unwavering fighting spirit.

In the audience, Fufu frantically tugged at Sherlock's sleeve, her blue eyes filled with confusion and worry.

"Sherlock, is it really true...?"

"you misunderstood!"

Sherlock waved his hands frantically, almost incoherently, "I never made that kind of agreement with them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire arena erupted in a deafening roar.

The three groups roared and charged toward the center!

The sound of muscles colliding suddenly rang out, shaking the earth like thunder. The enormous body rampaged, raising dust and shattering stone slabs.

Amidst the flashing blades and clashing fists, screams and roars intertwined into a chaotic symphony.

Blood splattered everywhere, drawing eerie red arcs in the air.

Negative emotions spread through the air, as thick as a poisonous fog.

Hatred, anger, jealousy, obsession—all the dark emotions suppressed at the bottom of the slums are released at this moment.

Even Fufu couldn't help but close her eyes, her small body trembling slightly.

But the matter did not end there.

This battle cannot end.

**
Time passes slowly.

Several hours passed.

The blazing sun began to set, and the sky was tinged with a blood-red sunset.

In the center of the arena, a chaotic battle still raged.

Lizardmen, werewolves, and orcs—the three factions fought each other, but none of them were able to achieve an overwhelming victory.

They knocked each other down time and time again, and rose again and again.

Fatigue accumulates in everyone's body.

Their fighting spirit remained undiminished.

G-chan is working tirelessly to provide commentary during the live stream:
【They've been playing for three hours already?!】

This scene resembles a battlefield of perpetual motion machines.

[The three strongest clans in the slums, practically indestructible]

Some people began to pant and question:

"What...what's going on? How come I can't even defeat one person?"

Another voice roared:

"Damn it! No matter how hard I hit them, they can always get back up!"

The lizardman warrior's face was filled with horror:
"I clearly killed more than thirty people, why are they still here?!"

The werewolf's voice was hoarse and desperate:
"We've been fighting for so long, but the number of enemies hasn't decreased at all!"

Someone else said in a trembling voice:

"And...it seems our wounds have healed themselves without us even realizing it..."

A deathly silence slowly enveloped the arena.

Everyone looked up at the black-haired man standing at the highest point of the audience.

Sherlock stood with his arms crossed, his expression calm as if none of this concerned him.

"...Didn't I already say that?"

His tone was gentle, yet his voice carried clearly to every corner: "I have no intention of stopping this fight. You can fight if you want; this is none of my business."

His voice faded, and the arena fell into an even deeper silence.

Then, Sherlock slowly spoke again:
"But--"

"You are all my patients."

He smiled slightly, as if stating a self-evident fact.

“If you get injured, I will treat you without permission. After all, I am an unlicensed therapist.”

As soon as the words were spoken, it seemed as if even the wind had stopped.

Passion, anger, murderous intent—all extinguished in that instant.

All that remained was shock and bewilderment, echoing in everyone's hearts.

G-chan exploded in the live stream:
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! The way to break the deadlock is through infinite healing?!]

Sherlock: You fight, I'll heal; we'll fight until the end of time.

[Three ethnic groups in the slums: They can't be defeated, but they can't be killed either; they're so angry they cry]

Swiftwind Fina plopped down on the spot, her black hair disheveled, a helpless yet relieved smile on her face.

"……I see."

She chuckled softly, her golden vertical pupils gleaming with an unprecedented light.

"I'm so stupid... I was so focused on the game that I didn't even realize it until now."

She looked up at Sherlock, her smile full of admiration.

"Doctor, you've been doing your job all along, haven't you?"

Tyrant Dova knelt down in a daze, his gray wolf ears drooping, his face full of disbelief.

"But... you were able to heal so many people simultaneously and for so long... This is something I've never heard of before..."

Rhea was panting heavily, her fists clenching and unclenching, her face full of complex emotions.

“You said you wouldn’t favor anyone…” she said through gritted teeth, “but I never expected you would want to treat everyone.”

She looked up, and Sherlock's figure was reflected in her crimson eyes.

"But then...wouldn't the battle never end?"

Sherlock looked down over the entire arena.

The setting sun cast a long shadow behind him, and his black coat fluttered in the wind.

His voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible power:
"Yes."

"This battle will never end."

His gaze swept over each of the still-breathing soldiers like a blade.

"That guy punched me, so I'm getting my revenge."

“That guy kicked me, so I’m getting revenge.”

"Hatred, like a snowball, only gets bigger and bigger."

"This kind of thing will never end."

He smiled slightly, a sly glint in his eyes.

"If you still want to continue fighting, I'll fight you to the very end."

"certainly--"

He coughed lightly and added:
"I will still charge you for the treatment."

The arena fell silent once again.

G-chan spammed the chat like crazy in the live stream:
Sherlock: Fight until they go bankrupt!

[Three ethnic groups in the slums: They can't fight back, and they can't not fight back either]

The Doctor's Revenge: Bankrupting You with His Medical Skills

The people from the three factions finally understood completely.

This war cannot be resolved with fists.

The black-haired doctor standing high above was the one truly in control of everything. (End of Chapter)