After that, he left Emily's house, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. He wondered who his next target in the town would be.
In his mind, he was already constructing a harem filled with beautiful women, each one a trophy of his own design. A smug smile crossed his face as he thought to himself, this is how real men should live.
As he walked along the busiest road in town, surrounded by the noise of traffic and the restless movement of people, his gaze wandered aimlessly—until it finally settled on a nearby hospital. He slowed his pace slightly, his attention now fixed on the building as a new line of thought began to take shape in his mind.
The moment the idea surfaced, his thoughts drifted back to his last visit there for treatment. He vividly remembered the young female doctor and the nurses who worked within those closed walls. Among them, one stood out clearly in his memory—Dr. Olivia, a strikingly beautiful woman whose presence had left a lasting impression on him. Even now, recalling her face, he felt a spark of intrigue.
But at that time, how could he possibly go after a woman like a doctor? Someone like her was far beyond his reach. In his eyes, people like her belonged to a completely different world—one filled with wealth, status, and respect. The men who walked beside her would be successful, well-dressed, and admired—not someone like him.
Even the nurses working there, he thought, would never give a second glance to a street thug like him—a man known more for petty crimes than anything worthwhile.
Now everything was different—he was no longer the same powerless man he had once been. With the strange ability he possessed, he could easily make them his.
Still, he reminded himself not to act rashly. Recklessness would only invite trouble. Everything had to be done in accordance with the situation, with patience and awareness of his surroundings.
If the moment was right—if the environment favored him—then with his pink mist, he could influence any woman, making her his would be as easy as lifting his fingers
That female doctor, Olivia, was a striking beauty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Many influential men in the town had their eyes on her.
Her father owned the hospital, and she worked there as well, further adding to her status and reputation.
Since he fixed his eyes on her. From now on, she would belong to him.
While thinking this, he walked directly toward the hospital. Inside, he went to the counter, booked an appointment, and waited to meet her.
After his turn finally came, he slowly opened the door and entered the room to meet the female doctor.
Olivia was sitting behind her desk, reading through a patient's file. When she looked up and saw him, she gave him a gentle smile
"Please, sit down," she said softly.
He walked over and sat in the chair across from her desk.
"Can you tell me what the issue is?"Olivia asked.
As she waited for his answer, he briefly looked around the room. It was neat and clean, with a faint smell of medicine in the air. Medical charts hung on the walls, and a small lamp glowed softly on the corner of the desk.
At the same time, he noticed something else.
The pink mist leaking from his body was still spreading.
It drifted slowly through the room, almost invisible, moving like thin smoke in the air. A few faint strands had already begun to curl around Olivia, lightly attaching themselves to her without her noticing. But it was still only a very small amount.
Not enough.
He looked directly into her eyes and began his lie.
"I fell down the stairs while I was going back to my apartment," he said. "It happened about a week ago, but today my leg started hurting again. I thought it could be a fracture, so I came to the hospital."
Olivia listened carefully without interrupting him. After hearing his explanation, she nodded slightly.
"Place the leg that hurts on this stool," she said, moving a small stool closer to him.
He did exactly as she instructed.
By now, he had already spent nearly five minutes inside the room with her.
The pink mist took time to spread.
Even now, only a few thin strands had attached themselves to Olivia, so he stayed calm and patient.
Olivia bent down slightly and started examining his leg carefully. Her fingers pressed lightly around his ankle, calf, and knee. She checked the movement of his foot, asked him to bend his leg, and examined the areas where he claimed to feel pain.
After checking him several times, she frowned a little and looked back at him.
"Your leg looks perfectly fine from what I can tell," she said. "I don't see any swelling or signs of injury."
Jack looked at her while keeping a serious expression on his face.
Of course there's no injury, he thought to himself.
Olivia looked at him again.
"Are you still feeling pain?"
Jack quickly returned to his act.
"Yes," he said immediately. "There's still a lot of pain in that area."
He pointed to a specific spot on his leg and forced a painful expression onto his face, pretending to be uncomfortable.
Olivia watched him for a moment.
"You don't have to worry," she said calmly. "We can take an X-ray first, and then we'll know exactly what the problem is."
Jack looked at her and nodded.
"Okay."
But even after agreeing, he did not immediately get up.
Instead, he remained sitting there quietly.
He wanted to stay in the room longer.
The more time he spent near her, the more the pink mist spread through the air around them.
Olivia noticed that he was still sitting in the chair, looking uncertain.
"You can go and take the X-ray first," she said gently.
Thinking that he was still in severe pain, she immediately called for a nurse.
"Lucy... Lucy..."
A few moments later, the door opened and a young nurse entered the room.
She was a Black woman with a tall, well-built body, almost like someone who regularly trained at a gym. She looked strong and confident. She did not exactly look like a nurse; she looked more like a bodyguard.
Olivia turned toward her.
"Lucy, take him to the X-ray room and help him get scanned."
"Okay, doctor," Lucy replied.
Without wasting time, Lucy stepped outside the room. A moment later, she returned with a wheelchair.
Jack slowly stood up, pretending that it was painful for him to move. Lucy supported him carefully by holding his arm, helping him sit in the wheelchair.
Then she pushed him out of the room.