Chapter 11: The Will of the Strong Is Destiny

If Roger’s first impression of Diagon Alley was the terrifying distortion of magic by twisted minds, then his impression of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was amazement of a different kind.

At St. Mungo’s, he witnessed all manner of bizarre afflictions. On the first floor was the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes; the third floor housed the Department of Exotic Diseases and Infections; the fourth specialized in Potion and Plant Poisons; and the fifth dealt with Magical Injuries. Each floor had patients who had experimented with magic on themselves and ended up hospitalized.

There were also those admitted due to various accidents.

Some had faces transformed into elephant trunks, bodies mechanized, limbs oozing molten lava, or riddled with unknown parasites that had torn them apart from within...

And those wizards who bore no external wounds often suffered even graver harm—memory loss, shattered souls, curses inflicted upon them—injuries of a kind Roger had never imagined.

Having witnessed both the wizards’ pioneering spirit and their reckless bravado, as well as the dangers of the magical world, Roger felt certain he was in the right place.

If these seemingly insurmountable cases could be healed by the hospital’s healers, then his own minor issues should be even easier to resolve.

Indeed, as Roger had anticipated, the healers’ diagnosis was straightforward: surgery on the day of admission, one day of observation, and discharge on the third day.

Clang, clang...

The sound of metal clashing resonated as Roger toyed with the fragments between his fingers.

Bloodstained metal shards scraped against the metal tray.

They were bullet fragments—seven in total.

Despite possessing a certain degree of precognition about danger, Roger could not avoid injury amid the terrifying chaos of war.

Some fragments had been lodged in his body for so long that they had fused with his flesh; others lay dangerously close to vital organs and arteries. Removing them with modern medical methods carried significant risks of secondary injury, so Roger came to this magical hospital renowned for treating all manner of strange wounds.

The first fragment was embedded in his arm, part of the original host’s body before Roger’s resurrection.

The second came from his calf, struck by stray fire as he fled blindly upon first arriving in this world.

The third, lodged in his waist and abdomen, caused uncontrollable bleeding that nearly claimed his life. A local Kuwaiti saved him with the last of their medicine.

Between life and death, Roger’s latent magic surged for the first time, granting him the ability to sense imminent danger related to himself.

The fourth fragment struck him while his power was still unstable, during a scavenging trip for supplies.

The fifth hit him after his abilities stabilized, at a time when he believed himself to be the Chosen One.

Sometimes, even when you foresee danger, a weak body cannot avoid every blow.

This bullet shattered Roger’s arrogance.

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