The Flesh Reconstructor – Act One
A dull THUD! rang out as Kang Seojun slammed the lid of the dimensional fusion box shut.
Fusion Box is reacting violently to the high-pressure steam release!
The box began to rumble and jolt like an overfilled rice cooker, shaking with every breath of the contents inside.
Klang! Klang! Klang! Klang!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thick, crimson steam blasted from the seams, carrying the unmistakable stench of dark magic. All the materials for this fusion were tainted by min—mana—so the vapor itself was poisoned.
The shaking grew wilder the harder it worked.
Klang! Klang! Klang! Klang!
65%… 69%…
Kang Seojun gripped the box so tightly his knuckles turned white, terrified it would smash into the furniture and shatter. If the box broke, the fusion would fail and the concentrated dark mana inside would detonate like a bomb.
Urgh…!
Every time the scalding steam brushed his palms and forearms, his skin felt as though it was peeling away. He knew the pain was coming, yet he had still refused the protective gloves.
Too late now for regrets.
He bit down on his iron will—the same willpower that had carried him into the transcendent realm—and endured.
Aaaah…! Owww…!!
Flash!
Just as his eyes were about to roll back completely, something changed.
Constellation “Wise Old Snake” has granted you power!
Constellation “Queen of the Deepest Abyss” has granted you power!
Time stretched into eternity. The agony dragged on until faint crimson light finally seeped from the seams of the box.
Klang! Klang! Shudder… Shudder…
The violent shaking gradually slowed.
Whoooosh…
The fusion box crumbled to ash like sand, collapsing in on itself.
Cough! Cough!
Kang Seojun waved away the choking dust and hacked violently.
Ding!
At the same moment, the awaited message notification chimed.
◇ The tear of the false demon Berith. Although demons never cry, this item named “tear” is a gem rather than liquid.
◇ Whisper a lie into the gem and it becomes engraved. Gift the engraved tear to a target and they will believe the lie as absolute truth.
◇ Works only if the recipient accepts the gift. Dark mana is consumed during engraving.
◇ Exclusive to [Min], [Demon Race], and [Demons].
“Berith’s Tear…”
The once-useless item now stood before him— a one-use hypnotic gem disguised as a tear. Valuable to min races, but merely a currency source for Seojun.
He rummaged through the ruined box and found two of them.
His eyes widened.
Whoooaaah…!!!
Constellation blessings of those possessing Void and Darkness granted a lucky duplicate!
Two Berith’s Tears rested in his palm.
His eyes bulged.
Thank you!!
The two constellations smiled upon him.
“Lucky indeed~”
With the unexpected bonus, Seojun’s mouth curled into a grin.
Three debuffs at once—Morbid Obesity Lv. Lowest, Terminal Cancer Lv. Lowest, Necrotic Dermatitis Lv. Lowest—could all be cured.
He immediately opened the Dimensional Shop and placed the two Berith’s Tears on the auction block.
The sale was confirmed instantly.
Shhhlorrrr! Swoooosh!
Dimensional currency poured into his account like coins from a fountain.
His hands flew across the screen.
He rushed to the consumables tab and selected the Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum.
High-value item confirmed. How many units would you like to purchase?
“Two for morbid obesity, two for necrotic dermatitis, three for twisted limbs.”
Seven in total. The serum could only be used in limited quantities per area—never on the head—and each Berith’s Tear yielded exactly 3.5 units.
Seojun didn’t hesitate. He spent every last coin and bought seven units.
Drrrr-r-r-r-r!
Seven gleaming syringes rolled out in front of him like canned drinks from a machine.
He picked one up. The needle looked like a thin, elegant blade of adamantium—strong enough to pierce human bone.
He had to insert it deep into his body, not just the skin.
Even with thirty Willpower, this was terrifying.
Just end it quickly…
He bit down on a leather belt and aimed the needle at his elbow—the hardest, sharpest spot on his arm.
Twitch…
Crunch. Crunch-crunch! Stab!
The sensation of the needle piercing bone and the scream of nerves hit his brain like lightning.
Kuhaaaah!!!!
Foam frothed at his lips. His eyes spun wildly in different directions.
Hngh… ngh…!!
Yet he endured every second of it with transcendent will, injecting every drop.
One for each elbow. Two for each knee. One for the cervical spine. One for the tailbone. One for the middle of the thoracic spine.
[Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum used. Trait “Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum (Right Arm) Lv. Epic” added.]
[Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum used. Trait “Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum (Left Leg) Lv. Epic” added.]
[Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum used. Trait “Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum (Lower Torso) Lv. Epic” added.]
After seven injections, every usable area had received the serum.
[All Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum traits have been unified into “Flourishing World Reconstruction Serum (Full Body) Lv. Legendary”.]
The entire body began to glow with otherworldly energy.
Seojun stared at the ceiling, eyes unfocused.
At one point the pain had been so unbearable he almost called Jin Serin or Seo Eunha. But if he couldn’t endure it, neither could they. So he had gritted his teeth and finished it.
Now the mountain of agony was behind him.
“All that remains is to push every physical stat to its absolute limit, regardless of method, and be reborn into an ideal physique.”
As the body gradually reconstructed into perfection, the debuffs—twisted limbs, morbid obesity, necrotic dermatitis—would naturally fade.
[Stealing the host’s experience points!]
[Stealing the host’s experience points!]
[Stealing the host’s experience points!]
“O.”
Kang Seojun looked at the clock. Morning training with Park Sinhu had just ended.
Twitch. Twitch.
The experience notifications triggered a pleasant wave of muscle activity across his entire frame.
Change had begun.
“Effect is undeniable.”
At this speed, he would reach normal human levels in no time.
“Once all debuffs are cured, the next goal is the Heavenly Martial Body.”
The supreme physical talent required to master the Heavenly Demon Divine Art—the one skill he could never buy yet because he lacked the dimensional currency and prerequisites.
“And after I obtain the Heavenly Martial Body…”
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art icon flashed in his mind like a fever dream.
Kang Seojun’s lips curled.
Suddenly—
BOOM!
He shot up from the sofa, motivation surging.
The limbs that had been pierced now dripped blood and howled in pain, yet it felt good—proof that he was getting stronger.
Now it was lunchtime.
Next schedule: training his body with Jin Serin’s help.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
His phone rang exactly on time.
The caller was Jin Serin.
“Finally, the body reconstruction begins.”
Seojun’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he pressed the call button.
In those eyes already shone the image of the man who would soon possess the Heavenly Martial Body.