In the middle of a forest, near a road, stood a wooden carriage. Near it were several huge tents built for individuals. Rasial smiled as he finally completed the task everyone was waiting for. Now they could all relax. Though he had been looking around and there was no sign of anyone, he didn’t think much of it and wondered if maybe they went to Han’s fireplace. It is in an isolated area, after all. Rasial thought before he went back to work. Once one task was done, the next one was available.

Meanwhile in an inconspicuous spot a few miles away from Rasial. A figure was attached to the truck of a tree with ropes. Han with a battered and bruised body barely could breathe. Tears shed down his face continuously in this situation. Memories of him arriving in this world and opening his clinic flashed in his mind. Han couldn’t see through one of his eyes since it was swollen. Why? Why? First, he got poisoned then the king made such a ridiculous request and then he gets beaten up like this for what?

The more Han replayed his memories of being poisoned and beaten up in his mind, the more he realized the reason behind all his hardships. It was all because he was weak! He regretted not learning a spell before he went on this expedition; now not even Sophie could help him in this situation. He didn’t want to die on a road in the middle of nowhere! He wanted to go home! 

Out of nowhere, droplets of water landed on Han's face, drenching his clothes and skin. The group of individuals surrounding him giggled in amusement, taking pleasure in his vulnerable state. They were certain that this location would mark the end of the boy's journey. However, a deep, foreboding voice interrupted the revelry, commanding the group to leave. "That's enough," the voice boomed. "He's awake now. You all may depart. I have a message to deliver to him."

"Please detain the expedition leader for me," Ralf commanded with a sense of urgency. "Make sure he forgets about this boy and stays far away from here," he added, assigning his loyal followers a critical task. A powerful surge of thunder energy crackled around him as he spoke, showcasing his intimidating presence. "If, by any chance, he arrives here, then all of you will face a severe consequence!" he warned them, leaving no room for error. 

The group nodded obediently, acknowledging Ralf's immense power. They departed from the scene, leaving Han alone with his thoughts. He watched them go with envy in his half-open left eye, wishing to join them by the fireplace. 

Suddenly, a dark figure approached Han, interrupting his train of thought. "Are you curious to know why I'm doing this to you?" Ralf inquired, crouching down to meet Han's gaze. Han remained silent, unsure of what to say. 

Ralf's menacing grin widened as he grabbed Han's chin, examining him closely. Despite his fatigue, Han still possessed a glimmer of energy that intrigued Ralf. "Let me explain it to you," he began, flicking Han's temple with his finger. "The reason I'm bothering you is that you possess outstanding medical skills that I desire," he stated bluntly. 

Han's eyes widened in surprise as he looked up at the man. So that was the reason for his torment- Ralf wanted his medical expertise. But why? Weren't the noble house techniques just as valuable and highly sought after? An overwhelming sense of confusion plagued his mind, but he remained silent, waiting for Ralf's next move. 

"Furthermore, I know that you have the Tetanus cure," Ralf continued, his voice rising with excitement. "You didn't even offer it to the King, did you? He must hold a grudge against you for that. But what if I gave it to him? Can you imagine the rewards I'll receive?" Ralf laughed maniacally, relishing the prospect of his future success.

Han's cause of helplessness was palpable as if he were nothing more than a helpless insect unable to take control of the situation. He had remained silent, not responding to any of Ralf's statements that had revealed the cause of the incident. 

Rasial became extremely frustrated with the behavior of the boy in front of him. In the heat of the moment, he struck Han in the face with a strong punch, causing him to hit his head on the tree trunk. Han's head started bleeding, and he felt a bit disoriented, with his vision being affected. 

Han’s head made several noises before he could fully see again. “Now since you’re not speaking up and giving me what I want, you will have to face the consequences," said Ralf as he unfolded the contents of his bag. The next second, several tools were laid out in front of Han. Ralf snickered and glanced at Han with a look full of ecstasy. 

Ralf picked up a plier, putting it next to his mouth. He grinned, “This is your last chance. Tell me the cure…” 

Han trembled at the sight before him. He didn’t want this to happen! No, no, no, no! But he didn’t want to give away the cure or his techniques, since they wouldn’t be able to learn it unless he provided them guidance. As Ralf brought the pliers next to Han's toenails, shivers ran down Han's body, and he trembled, knowing what was going to happen next. Han finally spoke up, "I-I'll give it to you…but you cannot learn them without my guidance. Though I don’t fully remember the prescription for the Tetanus medicine, you can take as many as you want from my clinic!" He cried out desperately, trembling. 

Ralf broke out laughing maniacally at his response. Without saying a word, he began torturing Han to spill out more of his secrets. This occurrence is normal in this world, where the powerful dominate and get what they desire.  

"Ah, ahhh, ahhh!" Han let out a sharp cry, his body writhing in unbearable agony. He felt like he was on the verge of losing consciousness, but just as he was about to slip away, a jolt of awareness shot through him. Ralf's voice pierced through the haze of pain, and Han gritted his teeth, determined to hold on. Despite his efforts, though, the fury inside him only grew stronger with each passing moment.

Five hours have gone by since Han was captured by Ralf. Fingers and toes were severed 27 times, bones crushed 63 times, puncture wounds and cuts suffered 131 times and counts of typical abuse lost at 500 times. Han lay on the ground on the brink of death with his swollen cheeks and blood leaking out of his nose and mouth. Even his eyes were shedding tears of blood.

Countless medicine and tools filled with blood were spread on the ground surrounding Han. Han sat on a large pool of old blood that had started turning black.

“You’re quite the stubborn one”, said Ralf as he sighed tired from the continuous torture.

Han remained unresponsive with his head lowered and blood pouring from his nose and eyes. His body was bruised to the point his whole neck was covered in blood.

“I guess it’s time to kill him at once”, said Ralf as he began searching his bag.

Han struggled to uphold his head just to find a sharp tool to stab the man in front of him. As rage boiled inside of him, he discovered the weapon lying beside him. Within seconds, the pliers float as they are coated in blue energy.