Trapped in the Horrific Old Ones, I Am the Godfather of Medicine!

Beneath the terrifying Old Ones, civilization and reason are fragile. It is better to become a monster than to remain human.

Plague is everywhere, and disease follows like a shadow.

Sawyer arrived in this wretched world and lived a wretched life.

At least he still had civilization, reason, medical knowledge, and a few useful tools.

[Common Task: Save the man in front of you whose head has turned into a balloon. Drain the pus from his head. Reward: a brand-new scalpel]

[Hard Task: Dissect and study three human corpses in one day. Reward: Complete excision technique for giant pustules]

[Desperate Task: Dissect the body of a twelve-winged blazing crow and investigate the riddle troubling them. Reward: Crystal of Rational Creation]

…

A colossal shadow by the sea watched the place where humanity had sealed away its spark. Here, mutation did not spread, and living beings looked up at the operating table Sawyer had revealed through medicine.

“For surgery on balloon-headed mutations, first place the patient supine, with the head elevated and the feet lowered by 15 degrees. Mark a circular incision along the edge of the balloon-like bulge, avoiding the thinnest area under tension. Carefully release the cyst fluid at a controlled, slow rate. Never drain it quickly. Keep the rate between 5 and 10 ml per minute. At the same time, monitor the patient's dissolving consciousness, collect the consciousness solution, and inject it into the patient's blood vessels.”

“In a world like this, mutation should not be an iron lock that stifles rational creation. The Old Ones should not be masters who enslave living beings, and terror should not be the hand that snuffs out the spark of civilization.”

“This world is sick. We'll heal it with our own hands.”