I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte went upstairs into the bathroom, locked the door, opened the system shop, and exchanged 10000 wealth points for a bottle of strength potion.

First, take off all your clothes, then gulp down the medicine in two gulps at a time.

A familiar, fiery sensation spread throughout his body; his arm muscles bulged slightly; a faint outline appeared on his flat stomach; and even his pectoral muscles swelled a bit.

However, this time, apart from sweating profusely, his skin did not expel a large amount of black grime like it did last time, and the odor was also greatly reduced.

One bottle of strength potion can increase strength by 100kg. This is the second bottle, which means that his strength has now exceeded 200kg.

Charlotte lifted the 200-pound water tank in the bathroom with one hand as easily as she would a bucket of water!

"Is this the strength of four hundred pounds? That's more than an average human man." Charlotte gently placed the water tank on the ground. The feeling of having power did indeed make her feel safer.

Of course, he wasn't too arrogant. He was still not even as good as a knight apprentice. If he went out and encountered a race with such a talent as orcs, he would be completely crushed.

After taking a shower, Charlotte changed into a worn-out gray robe, concealing the magic talisman in her sleeves so it could be activated at any moment. She then wrapped the Judgment in black cloth and hid it inside the loose-fitting robe before going downstairs.

"Boss, are you going out?" Vivian asked Charlotte, who had just changed her clothes, after cleaning the clinic.

"Yes, I have to go out for a bit. Buy your own lunch at the bakery next door." Charlotte handed over a silver coin and added, "Remember, the more you say, the more mistakes you make."

"Mmm." Vivian gripped the silver coin tightly and nodded earnestly.

She'd been at the clinic for three days, and this was the first time the owner had allowed her to leave the premises, even though it was just the bakery at the entrance. She was still both nervous and excited.

"Also, be careful when you're home alone. Although it's relatively safe during the day, you still need to be extra vigilant. If you see anyone strange, remember their features," Charlotte whispered a reminder.

He felt like an elderly father about to leave on a long trip, giving his daughter some advice while she was home alone.

  

But he clearly only planned to go to the grocery store three blocks away.

Was he being overly cautious?

Charlotte opened the door a crack, saw that there were few people on the street, then opened the door and quickly walked out, disappearing into the mist.

I walked briskly along the side of the street, crossing two streets without encountering any trouble.

Just when Charlotte thought she had arrived safely, two figures suddenly jumped out of the alley and blocked her way.

They were two orcs, one tall and one short, a one-eyed, lame werewolf and a dog-headed orc with a missing right arm.

"Hey buddy, can I borrow some money?" The one-eyed werewolf grinned, brandishing his spiked club and revealing a set of broken teeth.

The kobold had already circled around to Charlotte's side and rear, blocking his retreat in perfect unison, and said with drooling, "Hehe, looks like a poor wretch, but his flesh is quite good, enough for a good meal."

Charlotte gripped the talisman in her left hand and the Judgment tightly in her right, her nerves on edge and her palms sweating.

Although these two orcs were defective, they were clearly former mercenaries or adventurers with rich combat experience, far surpassing his two days of training as a novice.

Moreover, judging from the words of the dog-headed beastmen behind them, they wanted not only money, but also lives.

The magic spell can kill a person instantly; there is at least one orc who requires him to fight desperately.

This is a magic talisman worth 10000 copper coins. It's really not worth wasting his most important trump card by encountering two petty thieves on the road.

Charlotte's mind raced, but she quickly regained her composure.

He is no longer the weakling he once was. With his strength of 400 jin and sharp judgment, he might be able to kill one of them by surprise.

"Brother, I... I'm just a poor wretch, but I just found a piece of jade and was planning to sell it. Why don't you take it? Please let me go..." Charlotte cried as she picked up the Judgment Sword wrapped in rags, her hands trembling with fear.

"jade!"

The one-eyed werewolf's eyes lit up upon hearing this; this was a good thing.

They don't need it, but they've heard that the rich people in Calva love it; they can get a lot of money by taking it to the grocery store.

If this poor bastard is holding such a long piece of jade, it might be enough for the two brothers to eat for a year.

"What bullshit jade? I'm going to eat you today!" The dog-headed orc, wielding a stone axe, charged toward Charlotte.

"Wait a minute!" The one-eyed werewolf stopped the dog-headed orc. Looking at Charlotte, who was trembling with fear, his heart was in his throat, afraid that Charlotte would throw the jade away.

He had heard that the more intact a piece of jade was, the more valuable it was. If he broke it, he would be doomed.

"Don't move! Hand over the jade and I'll let you go," the one-eyed werewolf shouted at Charlotte, slowly approaching him.

"Big brother..." The dog-headed orc tried to speak, but was silenced by a fierce glare from the one-eyed werewolf.

"Then you'd better keep your word..." Charlotte held the Judgment in both hands, her right hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Don't worry, I keep my word." The werewolf stared at the long strip wrapped in rags in Charlotte's hand, his lips curling into a wild grin. He had already decided to exchange the jade for money and go to Amman Street to enjoy himself.

As for this skinny human in front of us, once we get the jade, we can kill him with a single blow and have a good meal.

The werewolf reached out to grab the judge, a broad smile on his face.

Just then, Charlotte, who had been holding the Judgment sword with both hands, grabbed the hilt and slashed upwards.

He had never studied swordsmanship, but he had wielded a scalpel for five years and his hand was very steady.

The black sword light tore through the tattered cloth wrapped around the sword and slashed through the calloused wolf claws.

The werewolf's eyes showed fear, but his rich combat experience made him subconsciously raise his spiked club and hold it between the sword and himself.

As long as he can block this sneak attack, he can smash the head of this treacherous human in front of him with one blow!

However, when the black longsword clashed with the thick mace, it did not produce any metallic clang.

The spiked club was as easy to cut in half with a single sword strike, as if it were made of tofu.

"What?!"

The werewolf was shocked, staring in disbelief at the spiked club falling downwards.

The longsword came with undiminished force, and before the werewolf could even react, it had already cleaved him in two.

The broken spiked club, the werewolf cleaved in two from abdomen to chest by a single sword strike—all happened in the blink of an eye.

Charlotte dodged the splattered blood, took two steps back against the wall, and coldly stared at the dog-headed orc standing there dumbfounded, her left hand gripping a magic talisman.

If his eyes couldn't scare the dog-headed orc away, he would have to resort to magic.

"Big Brother!" The kobold looked at the werewolf who had been cut in two with disbelief. The clean cut of the mace gleamed with a metallic luster, and its coldness chilled him to the bone.

He looked up at Charlotte again, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and deep fear.

Although his elder brother was blind in one eye and lame in one leg, his strength was still not to be underestimated. This spiked club had accompanied him in battle for more than ten years, and countless monsters and enemies had died under its blade, but it was cut in half by this human in front of him with a single sword.

Who exactly is this guy?!

The previous fear and dread were all a facade. Charlotte's cold gaze made the kobold feel uneasy, and his hand holding the stone axe began to tremble slightly.

Charlotte snapped coldly, "Get out!"

The kobold, feeling as if granted a pardon, turned and ran, disappearing into the mist in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a distant echo: "I will return..."