NOVGO.NET Chapter 421: Katakuri: It’s Over
Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Katakuri: It’s Over
Brûlée’s question wasn’t something that could be dismissed.
Even the Katakuri on the ground had the same doubt.
This was their biggest concern at the moment.
No matter how low the odds, Katakuri would grit his teeth and take the treatment.
But he still wanted to know—just to have some peace of mind.
At that moment, he turned his gaze toward Vir, waiting for his answer.
The Whitebeard Pirates shook their heads repeatedly upon hearing this.
Sure, this was a question worth deep consideration…
But for this guy? “Survival rate” didn’t even exist in his vocabulary.
Even if he accidentally killed you during treatment, he could just drag you back and start over. Survival rate?
Starts at 300%!
Without even looking up, Vir responded:
“Survival rate? That just proves how little you understand. ’Treating’ someone can’t kill them—so I always go all out. I hope you can break this curse of mine.”
“If you’ve got nothing else to say, move aside. Make some space.”
Vir’s words had the Whitebeard Pirates nodding in agreement.
But the siblings, Katakuri and Brûlée, were utterly lost.
Huh?
You just dismembered people like it was nothing—and you’ve never failed?!
One wrong move, and the patient would just… die, right?!
Brûlée, baffled and uneasy, could only step aside.
But Katakuri wasn’t as calm as before.
Watching Vir continuously pull out strange tools, adjusting them like he was setting up some device…
A bead of sweat formed on his forehead.
’Go all out… in treating me?’
’This guy… isn’t planning to dismember me too, is he??’
Katakuri’s usually stern expression darkened further. His brows furrowed, and his once-steadfast gaze wavered slightly.
—
“Little girl, haven’t you seen this brat treat someone before? Why do you look so scared?”
Taking a swig of sake, Whitebeard finally noticed the strange behavior of Shirahoshi, who was hiding behind his chair.
This puzzled him.
Wasn’t she Vir’s patient?
How could a patient not know their own doctor’s methods?
Yet Shirahoshi’s expression made it clear—this was her first time seeing it, and she was horrified.
The mermaid princess remained silent, shivering as she stared in fear (and curiosity) at the two newcomers—Katakuri and Brûlée.
Soon, confusion appeared on her face.
They came all this way… for Vir to treat them?!
Were they out of their minds?!
Did they even know how he worked?! If they did… how could they possibly agree to this?!
That man cut people apart with a chainsaw!!
The blood sprayed so high!!
How were they not scared?!
Humans were so weird…
But then she noticed the extent of Katakuri’s injuries.
Even she could see how severe they were.
Ah… they must have run out of options.
That was why they came to Vir.
No wonder they were still willing, despite how terrifying he was.
Even that cute little reindeer, Chopper, had turned into a monster under his guidance!
Witnessing one session made Shirahoshi feel slightly better about Chopper.
He was forced into this! It’s all VIR’S FAULT!
Yeah.
That had to be it.
But… could Vir really heal injuries this bad?
The man was missing a huge chunk of flesh and had lost so much blood…
Could Vir actually do it?
Even as fear gripped her, curiosity won out.
Peeking from behind Whitebeard’s seat, Shirahoshi squinted her eyes into tiny slits—as if that would somehow make the horror less intense.
—
Under Marco’s “motivation”, Teach finally regained consciousness.
The moment he saw Vir—
His heart nearly stopped.
His face twisted into pure terror—the kind reserved for eldritch horrors.
Memories of that soul-rending pain resurfaced, drowning him in dread.
With only one scrawny leg left, Teach flailed desperately to get away.
But held firmly by Marco, he was going nowhere.
Vir noticed him.
And smiled.
That smile alone made Teach SCREAM.
“GYAAAAAAHH!! D-DON’T LET HIM NEAR ME!! I WAS WRONG! I WAS WRONG!! PLEASE!! POPS!! MARCO!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!! JUST DON’T GIVE ME TO HIM!! N-NOT AGAIN!! GYAAAAAHHH—!!”
His shrieks were bone-chilling.
It was as if he’d already suffered unspeakable torture.
The man who had once defiantly accepted execution was now begging like a sniveling child.
If he hadn’t already relieved himself earlier, he’d probably be doing it now.
He was like a madman, begging nonstop.
And his hoarse, panicked wails annoyed everyone present.
Even Shirahoshi trembled at the outburst.
And Vir?
He got a nice boost of Negative Points.
Teach’s words were easy to understand—he was definitely a former patient of Vir’s.
And the trauma clearly never left.
Just looking at his reaction, one could imagine the hell he had endured.
’Wait… was Big Bro Vir always like this? Then… why was he so gentle with me?’
A small spark of thought lit up in Shirahoshi’s mind.
But while she puzzled over it, Katakuri and Brûlée were having a breakdown.
Brûlée: ’What’s going on?! This guy’s having a mental breakdown! Wait, is Vir’s treatment THAT intense?!’
Katakuri: ’…It’s over.’
The situation was clear:
This was one of Vir’s patients.
After just one session, seeing Vir again turned him into this.
Brûlée’s mind went blank.
Katakuri’s heart sank like a stone.
The “aftereffects” weren’t just bad—they were apocalyptic.
It wasn’t hard to guess what horrors Teach had lived through.
At this moment, Katakuri understood everything.
That was what Vir meant by “go all out”.
His “treatment” was brutal enough to break a man’s spirit—yet somehow, the patient survived.
Katakuri suddenly wanted a cigarette.
He imagined himself sighing, smoke trailing from his lips as he muttered:
“Wonder if I can handle it…”
But before he could dwell on that thought—
*BANG!!*
A giant cooking pot landed right next to his face.
Vir’s voice cut through his despair like a blade:
“Light the fire!”
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