Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 291 Gerus

“Good afternoon, Ms. Daiyuan,” Su Ming replied. “Chestnut Owl often mentions you.”

When Stacy heard Su Ming address Zijin in this way, she was slightly taken aback at first, then understood—the name "Zijin" carried too much unspoken information. Su Ming was always careful and never used this real name in front of outsiders.

"Your Excellency, I've long admired your name," Stacy said. "Your deeds are the hottest topic in the prison." Her tone was somewhat teasing, yet also respectful.

"Let's just call each other by our names," Su Ming said.

The two briefly exchanged information about their needs for medical supplies and the condition of the wounded, with Su Ming carefully noting down her requirements.

“The most troublesome issue right now is the skin condition. Not only do these hospitalized patients have it, but almost 90% of the trainees are troubled by it,” Stacy said, frowning. “Although it’s not fatal, it can be very detrimental in the high-density living environment of a train.”

"So skin diseases are actually the ones that need to be addressed first?"

"exactly."

Stacy handed Su Ming a slip of paper with several herbal recipes written on it, listing herbs such as gentian and sophora flavescens.

"Let's see if we can collect these, boil them into a medicinal decoction, and apply it externally to relieve the symptoms."

"Ok."

During their conversation, Stacy led Su Ming to a private ward built on the side wing of the main building.

“This is our most challenging patient right now,” Stacy said, pushing open the door.

Su Ming looked up, and the pink-haired girl lying quietly on the hospital bed made him frown. "Gelus?"

As a member of Star Sand, she should be at the medical center of Divine Grace Sea right now, where her injured companions are also.

Gerus's pale face was devoid of color. She slowly turned her head upon hearing the voice and weakly spoke, "...President Su."

A faint, dark purple magical energy emanated from beneath the bandages wrapped around her shoulders, forming tiny vortexes in the air.

“The external injury isn’t the problem,” Stacy explained. “The trouble lies in the Mirror Soul Technique she’s practicing—the wrong method has created a somewhat uncontrollable alternate personality.”

Gerald listened quietly without saying a word.

As Su Ming was about to go over to check on her, Stacy immediately reached out to stop him: "Don't provoke her, she could attack at any moment."

"But she's clearly still rational, and she recognizes me," Su Ming said, puzzled.

“Silver Mask and Grendel came to visit just now, and she beat them up,” Stacy said helplessly.

Su Ming immediately stopped in her tracks. If even her teammates, with whom she spent every day, were taking action, then the problem must have become quite serious.

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but--

Su Ming pointed to the person lying on another bed in the ward, "Why is he alright?"

This is a double room. Besides Gerus's bed, there is another bed by the window. A tall, slender man is half-lying on the bed, but his face is covered with horrific, festering scars.

He was holding a light novel from another world, "Survival Log in the Forbidden Zone," and when he heard himself mentioned, he calmly closed the book and sat up straight.

"President Su, Dr. Stacy, good afternoon." The man's voice was gentle and polite, a stark contrast to his ferocious appearance. "Miss Gerus has tried several times, but unfortunately, she can't beat me."

“This is Rissori,” Stacy introduced. “I specifically arranged for him to be here to watch over Gerald.”

Su Ming had a deep impression of the name Ruixiuli. Previously, on the necromancer wanted list, he was ranked second only to Zijin. And unlike the scholar lady at the time, Ruixiuli obtained this ranking entirely based on his combat strength.

"Hello." Su Ming nodded in greeting.

A closer look reveals that despite the extensive damage to his facial skin, Ruixiu's features, though faintly visible, still reveal a handsome appearance.

"Are these injuries... difficult to treat?" Su Ming asked.

“I cobbled together this corrosive potion while I was in prison,” Rishiri chuckled. “So even I don’t know exactly what ingredients it contained.”

“The ulceration can be eliminated,” Stacy continued, spreading her hands helplessly. “But there’s really no good way to restore his appearance right now.”

"Appearances are nothing but superficial," Rishiri said calmly, then turned to Su Ming. "I heard that President Su is planning to have a 'heart-to-heart' with the Pope; that's important!"

Throughout the conversation, Rishiri met Su Ming's gaze openly without flinching. Su Ming was secretly surprised by his composure—he had thought that in such a state, Rishiri would at least wear a mask to cover his scars, but it seemed he was wrong.

Those who rank high on the wanted list are indeed extraordinary individuals.

"There is indeed such a plan, but it won't be implemented so quickly," Su Ming told the truth.

“Perfect timing, I also need time to recover.” Rishuli stretched out his long fingers. “Please reserve a spot for me in the training camp.”

“No need for that.” Su Ming smiled slightly. “A necromancer ranked third on the wanted list should be entitled to special treatment.” Su Ming had already checked Ruixiuli’s resume—there was no substantial criminal record on it, only the charge of “allegedly seducing a noblewoman.”

But according to Stacy, Raishri has never been interested in women because he has never seen a woman more beautiful than him.

So the truth is more likely that those noble ladies were simply angry and embarrassed after their advances were rejected.

"Wait, when did I drop to third place?" Rishiri suddenly realized.

Stacy glanced at Su Ming and said meaningfully, "What do you think?"

After a moment's thought, Rishiri recalled the thermobaric bombs that had ravaged the battlefield yesterday and the news of the Fate Master being captured alive. He couldn't help but smile. "This position should indeed be given up."

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Su Ming steered the conversation back to Gerus, "What exactly happened with Gerus's magic going out of control?"

Stacy did not answer immediately, but instead turned her gaze to Rissori.

“Alright.” Rishuli spread his hands helplessly. “At first, I also thought it was just a normal loss of control over magic, and I even tried to teach Miss Jelus how to regulate the disordered dark magic in her body—but later I realized that this was probably not a simple magic disorder, but more like a problem caused by touching some kind of law.”

"Laws?" Stacy turned her head sharply, her face almost overflowing with surprise. "Miss Gerus, have you studied any laws?"

“…No.” Gerus gently shook her head, her pink hair sliding slightly across the white pillow.

“See, this is the crux of the problem,” Rishuli continued. “Someone who has never studied the system of laws has inadvertently touched upon a certain law—and yet no one around him noticed.”

Stacy couldn't help but raise her hand and scratch her slightly messy short hair. "There have been a few cases like this in the past." She recalled for a moment, "Then we still need to find a way to seal it back first. Rishuri, you need to determine the type of law involved in her as soon as possible."

Once the type of law is determined, there's no need to resort to the brutal suppression methods used by Catherine before. The fact that Gerald's alter ego is spiraling out of control proves that such approaches come at a price.

They can impose more targeted restrictions and make adjustments as needed, helping Jelusi gradually gain control of this power.

“Don’t you think you’re asking too much of a patient who just had their restraints removed?” Rishiri pretended to clutch his chest, his voice tinged with complaint. “I’m still in a weakened state.”

“Then keep watching her,” Stacy said mercilessly, “until you understand the scope of the law and complete the seal.”

“…That’s inhuman.” Rishiri muttered under his breath.

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"Please make way." Catherine's cool voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting everyone's conversation.

Su Ming turned around at the sound and found Catherine and Iser standing in the corridor.

Catherine wore the same simple trench coat as in the morning, her long golden hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Iser, however, had changed into a sky-blue long dress, the layered patterns highlighting her elegant demeanor. Her long hair was meticulously braided into delicate plaits, cascading over her shoulders.

Even less so, she did not wear light armor, but only a short sword at her waist as decoration.

"Good afternoon!" Su Ming greeted with a smile.

Iser gave a slight bow, her light golden braids swaying gently with the movement. "Good afternoon, President Su," she said in a gentle and polite voice.

Su Ming turned to Catherine, but noticed that her face was gloomy and her brows showed obvious displeasure.

"What's wrong? I don't remember owing you money," he said half-jokingly.

Catherine took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to punch someone. She responded to Su Ming's greeting, then walked straight into the ward, slowly approaching Gerald's bed.

Gerald's eyes became vacant and lifeless the moment Catherine approached, but she did not attack. After a moment, her pink eyes refocused and regained some clarity.

"I'm sorry, Lady Catherine." Gerus's voice was barely audible, her slender fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "I... can't control myself right now."

"It's already quite good that you've done this much." Catherine's tone softened a bit. "It's my fault for sealing it without understanding the situation beforehand."

She leaned forward slightly. "Gelus, I have a task for you." Catherine looked into the girl's eyes. "From now on, you will be working with the Bone Mage and acting as our liaison."

"Yes, my lord," Gerus replied softly, a trace of color returning to her pale face.

Iser tried to follow her into the ward, but Catherine raised her hand to stop her. She even stepped back out herself and returned to the outside.

“Gelus is already struggling to suppress her inner personality right now,” Catherine explained, glancing at the people in the corridor. “Let’s minimize the disturbance to her and let her rest properly.”

Iser nodded and called out to Gerus on the hospital bed, "Then we'll send you a message when you recover!"

The group left the ward area one after another.

Catherine turned to Stacy and the others and said solemnly, "Gelus, I entrust her to your care."

“The most skilled dark magic users in the world are all here,” Stacy smiled. “We will find a solution.”

(End of this chapter)