Chapter 285: Three Missions, the Anesthetist Profession

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Three Missions, the Anesthetist Profession

Samson Sharp took a deep breath, glancing in Seraphina Sullivan’s direction with lingering fear.

He said in a low voice, "Shut up! That woman... is not simple!"

It was just a short sentence.

But the team members who knew about their captain’s Dangerous Intuition Talent immediately paled. They all fell silent, not daring to ask another question.

They knew very well that their leader’s near-precognitive sense of death had saved them from its brink multiple times.

For their leader to be so wary, even choosing to retreat immediately...

That alone was enough to prove that this lone woman possessed the terrifying power to annihilate their entire squad with ease.

Seraphina Sullivan paid the five-person squad’s private discussion no mind. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

All her attention was focused on adapting to this instance’s world.

The moment she calmed her mind.

Seraphina clearly felt a faint yet persistent stinging itch on her exposed skin.

It felt as if invisible needles were gently pricking her.

’The radiation levels in this world... are actually this high??’ Seraphina’s heart tightened.

She was only inside a relatively enclosed warehouse and already felt unwell. The environment outside was probably even worse.

Not daring to delay, she immediately took out the [Purification Set] she had obtained in the [Junkheap Ruins] from her [Scavenger’s Farm] Space.

She swiftly put on the entire set.

The moment she put it on, the set’s Effect activated, blocking out the uncomfortable radiation. The stinging itch on her skin vanished instantly.

But then, Seraphina frowned as she looked down at her outfit—it was too white, spotless, and even seemed to emit its own soft glow in the dim environment.

In this dilapidated, irradiated world, this outfit was as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dead of night.

’This is basically a giant sign that says, "I have treasure."’

’It’s too conspicuous...’

Without any hesitation, Seraphina rummaged through her Space again and pulled out a dusty, gray old cloak.

She deftly draped it over the Purification Set.

The cloak’s worn color and texture completely concealed the unnatural ’cleanliness’ and ’uniqueness’ of her gear.

With her disguise complete, Seraphina finally breathed a small sigh of relief. She began to focus, preparing to check the instance’s mission requirements and awaken a corresponding Profession.

Her consciousness descended into the system interface, where the mission list materialized before her.

[Main Mission 1: Survive in the Aberrant Radiation instance for seven days!]

[Reward: Return to reality!]

[Side Mission 2: Find a radiation source and dispose of it!]

[Reward: Special Treasure Chest!]

[Side Mission 3: Collect the corpses of monsters mutated by Aberrant Radiation!]

[Reward: Treasure Chest! (Note: Reward will be distributed upon return. The more corpses collected, the higher the quality of the Treasure Chest.)]

After quickly browsing the three missions, the tension that had gripped Seraphina finally eased.

"As expected, the mission structure of a low-Level instance is much more reassuring," she muttered to herself.

The core objective was clear: survive for seven days.

The two side missions provided options for additional rewards.

Especially a versatile reward like a Treasure Chest, which always contained something useful. Seraphina had no intention of passing up such an opportunity.

Side Mission 3, in particular, clearly encouraged Players to proactively hunt mutated monsters. It came with a certain degree of risk, but the potential rewards were also higher.

After understanding the missions, Seraphina immediately activated her [Worker] Talent.

She was ready to awaken her Profession for this instance.

However, when the two Profession options appeared before Seraphina, a peculiar expression crossed her face.

[Massage Therapist] or [Anesthetist]

Seraphina: "..."

’It’s okay,’ she thought, forcing herself to be optimistic. ’You can’t judge a Profession by its name. Some might look unremarkable, but the Abilities and Skills they grant could be incredibly practical. I have to look deeper, what’s inside is what counts...’

Clinging to a last shred of hope, she opened the detailed descriptions for both Professions.

First, she looked at the [Massage Therapist].

[Ability One: Relaxing Massage]: Through professional techniques, relax the target’s body, causing them to feel extreme comfort and quickly enter a state of deep Sleep. After the massage, the target’s physical recovery rate is increased by 20%.

[Ability Two: Soft Soft Fist]: A special style of boxing that appears gentle and powerless, with no direct offensive capability. However, striking a target produces a peculiar ’pleasurable sensation,’ causing their muscles and mind to become extremely relaxed. Effect: Mental recovery speed increased by 50%, physical health recovery speed increased by 50%.

Seraphina fell silent after reading about the Massage Therapist Profession.

The Effects... were genuinely powerful. Both the standard 20% recovery boost...

...and the ridiculous 50% dual-recovery bonus from [Soft Soft Fist] would be absolute God-tier skills in a war of attrition or for teamwork.

’But the whole vibe... Forcing me to give people massages and throw mushy punches in a dangerous instance?’

That was clearly not the right choice.

This Profession was purely support-oriented.

’I’m speechless.’ That was Seraphina’s only assessment.

She then pinned her hopes on the second Profession.

[Anesthetist]:

[Ability One: Acupoint Hand]: By accurately striking specific acupoints, you can induce stiffness or paralysis in parts of the target’s body, or their entire body.

[Ability Two: Anesthetic]: Can condense an invisible anesthetic Energy agent to be injected into a target’s body. A small dose can cause the target to fall into a stupor; a larger dose can directly cause physiological functions to cease, resulting in death.

Seeing the Anesthetist’s Abilities, Seraphina’s eyes finally lit up.

After careful consideration.

Seraphina realized the [Anesthetist] Profession offered two distinct development paths.

It could be played as a support role, using [Acupoint Hand] to Control enemies and [Anesthetic] to slow the effects of a teammate’s injuries.

Or it could shine in combat, using precise acupoint strikes to restrict an opponent’s movements, or even directly using a high-dose anesthetic to perform a "mercy kill."

’No second thoughts. This is the one.’

With almost no hesitation, Seraphina decisively chose the [Anesthetist] Profession.

Compared to the bizarre [Massage Therapist].

The [Anesthetist]’s Abilities were a much better fit for this world fraught with danger.

It offered both Control and potential lethal force, making it extremely versatile.

The moment Seraphina made her choice.

A cool stream of Energy surged through her body, and the knowledge of how to use her two new Abilities was seared into her mind as if she’d been born with it.

With a mere thought, Seraphina waved her hand forward.

A translucent syringe made of Energy instantly appeared in her palm, its needle glinting with a faint, cold light. This was the materialization of [Ability Two: Anesthetic].

Seraphina could clearly sense the connection between herself and this Energy syringe; its form and dosage depended entirely on how much Energy she channeled into it.

’It seems the Effect and form of the Anesthetic are completely determined by my Energy output.’

Seraphina looked pensive for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

’Still, at this rate, my ’Medical Assistance’ persona is just getting more and more solidified.’