Fear of the Doctor
The criminal world whispered many names in fear.
Murderers. Smugglers. Crime lords.
But after that week, one name drowned them all:
The Doctor.
Rumors spread like wildfire.
Men drinking in taverns lowered their voices.
Gang leaders double-checked locked doors.
Even bounty hunters hesitated before pursuing certain jobs.
Because the Black Serpent Syndicate—the most vicious criminal force in Australia—was gone.
And the man who did it was a surgeon.
Four Days of Silence and Death
After a day of rest, Jack walked toward their main base with no disguise except his bandana.
He didn't hide.
He didn't stalk.
He didn't ambush.
He walked straight into the front entrance.
The first guards laughed—until Jack snapped both their necks with surgical precision.
The Transparent World showed every weak point, every tendon ready to tear, every artery exposed.
He moved like a ghost with fire in his lungs.
Sun Breathing: Fourth Form — Fake Rainbow
He vanished between blinks, reappearing behind enemies.
Knives missed him.
Bullets grazed air.
Screams echoed through the compound.
Sun Breathing: Fifth Form — Fire Wheel
He spun forward with blazing momentum, slicing through groups of men with a sharpened surgical scalpel reinforced by the system.
Jack Turner—surgeon.
Jack Dawkins—thief.
The Doctor—executioner.
He didn't care if they were old, young, or women.
If they were Serpents, they died.
Only children were spared.
He gathered them, stared into their terrified eyes, and spoke with quiet steel:
"Leave. Never return. If you grow up to follow this path, I will find you."
They ran.
Four days of blood, fire, and collapsing buildings followed.
By the end, the Serpent Syndicate's banners burned to ash.
And Jack stood alone in the ruins.
The Treasures of a Dead Empire
Inside the leader's office, Jack opened a hidden vault.
What he found made even him pause.
Stacks of banknotes.
Boxes of gold.
Jewelry taken from nobles.
Weapons from smugglers.
Medical supplies worth fortunes.
Files of blackmail on powerful people.
And money—so much money—piled in bundles.
10,000 pounds.
Jack's eyes lit up.
"That's… freedom money," he muttered.
Not for lavish spending.
But for moving clinic supplies, bribing officials, rebuilding safe houses, and paying for identities.
He stored every coin in System Storage, including the gold, the weapons, and the jewels.
He added the syndicate's clean money to the 100+ pounds he'd saved from his clinic.
He could live comfortably for months—maybe even a year.
But he knew better.
Comfort makes men lazy.
Lazy men die.
Destroying His Criminal Record
Inside a pile of documents, he found a folder marked:
JACK DAWKINS — PROPERTY OF THE COURT
Inside were:
• His prison sentence
• His old criminal charges
• His escape report
• A bounty notice
• His entire legal identity
Jack took a deep breath.
"This ends tonight."
He burned the papers slowly, letting fire swallow each page.
But the system chimed.
[SPECIAL MISSION AVAILABLE: "CLEAN SLATE"]
Objective: Forge a new identity and erase all records.
Reward: Identity Token (Untraceable)
Jack smirked.
"Of course."
He didn't trust the law.
He didn't trust nobles.
He didn't trust anyone—not even Belle or Lady Fox.
He trusted only what he built himself.
To complete this mission, he needed one more thing:
A private judge.
Judge Rutherford — The Secret Trial
Jack tracked down Judge Rutherford, a man known for two things:
• His greed
• His hatred of paperwork
Perfect.
Late at night, Jack dragged the judge into a private room, locked the door, and placed a sack of gold on the table.
"You will declare Jack Dawkins innocent and wrongfully imprisoned," Jack said calmly.
Rutherford trembled. "If the nobles—"
"No nobles," Jack interrupted. "No army. No governor. No one will know."
He leaned forward.
"Or I will show you what happens when someone breaks Rule Five."
The judge swallowed hard.
"Very well… I'll file the documents."
Jack nodded once.
The next morning, Jack Dawkins' criminal record was legally erased.
No more bounty.
No more chains.
No more identity for anyone to investigate.
The Governor's Family Knows
Only two nobles had seen him without the Doctor's disguise:
Lady Fox
and her daughter Belle.
They had been desperate when they brought the crushed noble to him.
He had saved the man in a three-hour surgery, earning twenty pounds and two grateful women.
They never revealed him.
They never would.
But Jack remained cautious.
If they ever connected "Jack Dawkins" with "The Doctor," he would vanish.
He already had the pocket-dimensional house as a safe escape route.
He already had a backup identity forming in the system.
He already had money to disappear across the continent.
Because in the shadows of Port Victory…
The Doctor was no longer just a rumor.
He was a legend.
And legends always draw enemies.
Jack forging a new legal identity
A bounty hunter or assassin sent after the Doctor
Jack discovering more system templates
New Sun Breathing forms and combat mastery
Belle or Lady Fox beginning to suspect who he really is
Jack expanding his influence into government corruption, nobles, or the medical academy
Just tell me the direction!
The Doctor Behind the Mask
Even after the destruction of the Black Serpent Syndicate, Jack moved like a man living between two worlds.
As Jack Dawkins, he was the quiet young surgeon who worked, studied, and kept to himself.
As The Doctor, he was a nightmare in shadows — the masked man who made criminals disappear and healed the broken.
And not a single soul had ever seen the face beneath the black hair and the cloth mask.
Not Belle.
Not Lady Fox.
Not the Governor.
Not a single patient.
The mask was his shield.
The hair dye was his camouflage.
The bandana covered the last piece of his identity.
Only the system knew who he truly was.
The Noble He Saved
The nobleman crushed by fallen cargo — the one brought in bleeding and half-dead — never saw Jack's face.
Belle and Lady Fox did not either.
They only knew the legend:
A surgeon who appears from the shadows,
fixes impossible injuries,
and disappears before sunrise.
Even Belle, intelligent and sharp, only remembered:
The black hair
The covered face
The cold voice giving her orders
The precision of his hands
The strange calm he carried while covered in blood
To her, he was the Doctor.
Not Jack Dawkins.
Reputation Grows Like Fire
By the end of the week, the whispers evolved into something more dangerous.
Across taverns and wharves, dock workers and criminals spoke with trembling voices:
"The Doctor walks with no fear."
"Black Serpent Syndicate? All dead."
"He cuts like death himself."
"Don't cross him. Don't even look at him."
"If he wants you healed, you'll live. If he wants you dead… you won't even scream."
Jack felt the shift in the city.
He felt the gazes following him when he walked as Jack Dawkins, the ordinary surgeon.
No one suspected him.
Why would they?
Jack Dawkins was too young.
Too normal.
Too average-looking.
But underneath the coat and quiet smile, the Doctor's legend grew like a firestorm.
And legends have shadows — shadows filled with enemies.
The System's Warning
That night, as Jack cleaned his underground clinic, the system chimed:
[DANGER LEVEL INCREASING]
Due to the destruction of the Black Serpent Syndicate, multiple hostile factions are investigating the identity of "The Doctor."
Current Suspicion Level: 9%
Mask and hair disguise: Effective
Identity as Jack Dawkins: Safe
Jack exhaled slowly.
"Good. Let them look."
He tightened the black bandana around his face.
"They'll never find me."
Belle's Growing Curiosity
Belle Fox had spent nights replaying the surgery in her mind.
The nobleman—her cousin—had been mangled, bone fragments exposed, blood soaking the wood.
And the Doctor had worked like a demon of precision:
Hands steady.
Eyes sharp.
Movements smooth.
Voice cold.
She had never seen medicine like that.
Not in books.
Not from trained surgeons.
Not even from traveling doctors.
And that voice…
It was young.
Far younger than a seasoned surgeon should be.
Belle sat in her own chambers, biting her lip as she read a medical text she purchased:
"No surgeon in the colonies possesses such skill.
None."
She whispered to herself:
"Who are you, Doctor…?"
But she had never seen the face.
She had only seen his mask.
And Jack intended to keep it that way.
Lady Fox's Concern
Lady Fox, a cunning noblewoman with an eye for opportunity, felt both indebted and wary.
"He saved my husband's life," she whispered to her maid, "but his presence… it terrifies me."
All she could remember was:
The mask
The black hair
The gloved hands covered in blood
The emotionless voice saying:
"Pay the fee and keep this quiet."
Lady Fox did not dare expose him.
Not out of fear — but because she knew a secret like the Doctor's was too powerful to waste.
Still, she asked Belle:
"If you ever see him again… don't go alone."
Belle nodded.
Jack smirked in the shadows.
They still had no idea.
The City Trembles
With the Black Serpent Syndicate gone, the balance of power in the criminal world collapsed.
Every small gang, every smuggler crew, every thug was scrambling to fill the void.
And in their panic, they murmured a single promise:
"Find the Doctor."
Not to arrest him.
Not to stop him.
But to kill him before he killed them.
Jack looked out over the city skyline, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes.
He cracked his knuckles, feeling the Transparent World pulsing in his vision.
"Good," he whispered.
"Come find me."
His story was no longer about survival.
It had become domination.