Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

As Scar introduced the Ghostshade, a deadly poison, everyone's eyes widened in fear as they stared at the small packet of white powder in his hand. They never expected Scar to carry such a terrifying toxin. If, during their past disputes, Scar had sprinkled even a trace of

Ghostshade in their food, they would've followed their ancestors into the afterlife by now.

"Scar, when did you get your hands on that poison?" the bald brute asked, his massive frame trembling slightly, suddenly appearing weak and powerless.

Everyone knew the tensions between them; they'd fought often enough. But none of them had ever caught wind of Scar possessing something this lethal.

Then, to their shock, Scar silently pinched a bit of the powder and put it into his mouth. "I took a bite of it right in front of the security guards when I brought it in. They thought I was carrying protein powder, but I had already taken the antidote beforehand." With his explanation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, we'll act after dinner, with the code phrase being 'unite the land.' Go back and talk to your men. If anyone shows hesitation..." Scar dragged his hand across his throat, mimicking a slit.

They all understood the gravity of the situation. If word of their plan leaked and reached Rocco, none of them would walk away unscathed.

"We understand," they said, nodding.

The group dispersed, each leader going back to confer with their subordinates. Scar did the same, gathering his own Gloam Division soldiers to plan their next move.

...

As night fell, the soldiers of the Gloam Division began their evening meal.

As the commander of the Gloam Division, Rocco sat with Garrett's remnants in the tent as the Gloam soldiers brought in trays of food. The array of dishes made Rocco feel quite pleased with himself, believing his speech earlier must have worked wonders; even the usually defiant Gloam soldiers were now obediently serving him.

The only thing that bothered Rocco was that a few soldiers had allowed

their fingers to brush against the sauce on the plates as they served. But he wasn't a finicky noble, and he dismissed the minor annoyance as unimportant.

"Gentlemen, help yourselves to some fine Gloam Division's cooking."

Once the food was served, the Gloam soldiers quietly retreated, standing guard just outside the tent Rocco smiled to himself, thinking that his speech had worked even better than expected-his men were soloyal they were even standing

watch while he ate.

In high spirits, Rocco picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in some gravy, and popped it into his mouth. A strange tingling sensation spread through his body almost immediately.

At first, it felt... comforting, like the warm embrace of his mother. He was just about to compliment the dish when-

"There's something in the foo-pfft!"

Before the man could finish his warning, several of Garrett's followers collapsed to the ground, foam bubbling from their mouths.

Rocco immediately realized something was horribly wrong. This wasn't a mother's embrace it was more like the cold grip of death itself.

He tried to stand, but his body was overcome by a wave of weakness.

In the next moment, Rocco, too,

slumped to the ground, his body completely timp. Outside, Gloam soldiers who had beennovelbin

eavesdropping heard the faint thuds from within the tent and knew Scar's mysterious powder had done its job.

Weapons in hand, they quickly stormed inside.

Rocco, though paralyzed, remained conscious thanks to his formidable martial skills.

"What... are you doing?" he growled, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage. These useless fools... the nerves they have to poison me! Do they really think they'll be safe once I'm gone?