Organ rental company in another world

The sound of the waterfall echoed through the valley, and every now and then a few drops of water splashed and hit Norn's face.

After running through the forest for an unknown amount of time, Norn found the waterfall.

Behind the curtain of water was a small cave, where Norn and Arno hid.

Norn manipulated Arno to sit down in the pit, put his body on his back, and then lean against the wet rock wall, the cold touch coming through Arno's thick skin.

He then closed his eyes and began to circulate the evil energy within his body.

Soon, the four legs on his abdomen began to shrink, rapidly drying out as if water had been drained from them, eventually turning into several hard, grayish-black lumps that detached from Arno's body and fell to the ground with a few muffled thuds.

Next came the hands on the shoulders, which also withered and fell off under the corrosive influence of the evil energy.

A short while later, Arno's body returned to normal.

Norn retracted his brain.

When he opened his eyes, Arno was sitting blankly in front of him.

Arno's pale eyes peered around the pit, his head tilted slightly, looking completely bewildered.

Norn ignored it and began to focus on himself.

Because he had used dark magic to grow limbs on Arno, Norn now had a concrete model in his mind for casting that magic.

With a slight thought, the smooth cut on his right shoulder began to writhe, and the excruciating pain of the regenerating limb entered Norn's brain.

By the time the nail of the last finger was fully formed, Norn was already sweating profusely from the pain.

He raised his newborn right arm and looked at it over and over in front of his eyes several times.

The skin was fair, the muscles were firm, and it was exactly the same as the original arm, even the small mole at the base of the thumb had returned intact.

He tentatively clenched his fist, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound, the force no different from before.

Norn brought up the panel for his right arm:

[Location: Right arm]

[Level: 14]

Special Abilities: None

"They even inherited the level..."

Norn was somewhat surprised. He had thought that the newly grown arm would be as fragile as a baby's and would need to be retrained to regain its original strength.

He moved his newborn right arm a few times and rotated his shoulder to make sure he felt no discomfort before sitting down against the moss-covered cave wall.

Norn looked up at the shimmering, mottled water screen at the cave entrance and began to think about what to do next.

There's no going back to Miguang City.

Since Dante has decided he is a dark sorcerer, he will definitely pressure Mussolo to arrest him. Even if he has done Mussolo a favor, Mussolo has no reason to oppose the Church of Arowana to protect him.

All Mussolo could do was to make his death quick and painless.

"Damn it, why does everything always go wrong just when things are getting better! It was the same back in Basel, why does everything bad happen to me?!"

Frustrated, Norn picked up a pebble and threw it forcefully over the waterfall. Arno didn't understand what this meant and just kept picking moss off the rock face with his fingers and putting it in his mouth.

"Fine, if I don't want to reply, I don't want to. Anyway, I still have tens of thousands of Heavenly Coins in my account."

Thinking about this, Norn felt a little better.

Although he was somewhat reluctant to part with the mansion he had just bought in Miguang City, as long as he still had the savings in the bank, he was still a wealthy man and could continue to enjoy himself in the territories of other chiefs.

Thinking of this, Norn felt much better. Just as he was about to lie down and rest, he suddenly remembered something and abruptly pulled his right arm out from under his head.

Ruined……

That mark, that big tree mark representing the Demi-human Savings Bank, is gone!

Norn looked at it several times in disbelief.

His fair skin was smooth and bare.

The mark that served as the withdrawal slip flew off his right arm and never reappeared.

Without that mark, the tens of thousands of Heavenly Coins in his account would have been given away for free.

For a moment, Norn felt dizzy.

Anger, sadness, amusement, and other emotions welled up in Norn's heart, ultimately coalescing into a national treasure:

"Fuck your mother!!!"

Norn took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

There are only two solutions now: the first is to go back to the savings bank in Miguang City, find the bear-man bank manager from back then, and ask him to ask Liao Lisha to carve a new one for me; the second is to find my severed arm.

Norn quickly rejected the former option, as the second one was clearly more realistic.

"It's too risky to go back now, let's wait until dark."

It was already dusk; we could set off in a few more hours.

Norn and Arno squatted in the rocky pit, listening to the lullaby-like sound of the waterfall, and drowsiness arose spontaneously.

Arno couldn't hold on any longer; his massive body collapsed, and he fell asleep on the ground.

Norn washed his face with cold water and forced himself to stay awake until nightfall.

When it was almost time, Norn stood up and patted Arno on the shoulder.

Arno groggily opened his eyes, yawned, and opened his mouth so wide it could almost swallow Norn's head whole, a foul stench wafting towards him.

"Get up if you're awake, we should get going," Norn said, covering his nose.

Arno wobbled to his feet, then lay on all fours like a big dog, waiting for Norn to climb onto his back.

Norn flipped over and mounted Arno, grabbing Arno's shoulders with both hands and squeezing his waist and abdomen with his legs.

"Let's go back to that woods and find my arm."

Arno let out a low growl, pushed off the ground with both feet, and his whole body shot through the curtain of water like an arrow.

The forest in the night was like a sleeping giant, quiet and still, with only the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the chirping of insects in the distance.

Norn found the place where the battle had taken place during the day, relying on his memory.

The trees were lying all over the ground, and the ground was covered with deep furrows and charred marks.

Norn carefully summoned a ball of light, letting it move slowly at low altitudes, illuminating the ground beneath his feet.

After searching for about ten minutes, Norn finally found his severed arm under a clump of flattened bushes.

It was stiff, its skin an unhealthy grayish-white, covered in dirt and dead leaves, with a small patch of dried blood, and its fingers curled up as if grasping at something unseen.

Norn slid off Arno's back, squatted down, and carefully picked up the severed arm to examine it.

The tree mark was intact. According to Liao Lisha, as long as the mark is not damaged, the information inside can be read.

Norn let out a long sigh of relief and stuffed the severed arm into the inside pocket of his robe.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Lord Norn?"

Norn froze, then slowly turned his head.

Under the mercury-like moonlight, Berto stood behind, wearing a bamboo hat, with a fishing rod on his shoulder and a bucket of fish in his right hand.