Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: 031: The Occasional Glimpse of Chaos

"Will it hurt a bit? You don’t mind, right?"

"Go ahead!"

Heating a silver needle red-hot over an alcohol lamp, Lynch disinfected Avery’s wounds with iodine before beginning the meticulous work of stitching them up.

"Sizzle..."

The red-hot silver needle pierced the girl’s alabaster skin, emitting a sizzling sound. White smoke rose where the skin was touched, filling the air with the acrid stench of burnt flesh.

Her already pale complexion turned even paler on the spot. Cold sweat poured uncontrollably from her forehead, and her body involuntarily flinched.

Lynch frowned. "Don’t move!"

Stitching a wound was an exceedingly delicate task. Her movement was seriously interfering with his precision.

This was merely Lynch’s instinctive professional response, but what he didn’t know was that his curt remark dealt a significant psychological blow to Avery.

As the purest direct descendant of the Tavendish bloodline, Avery had been born into an immensely exalted station.

Even wizards treated her with respect, and apprentices her age wouldn’t even dare to offend her. In her presence, they wouldn’t as much as raise their voices.

Not to mention her unparalleled beauty—she was considered one of the finest amongst human-like beings. Wherever she went, the gazes of men were filled with nothing but admiration and yearning. It would not be an exaggeration to say they’d kneel just to tie her shoelaces if given a chance.

But now?

Her body was being seen in full, subjected to someone’s whim.

To make matters worse, this person was casually working on her while audaciously pointing things out to her.

The grace, dignity, and nobility she usually carried had utterly vanished in this moment. Avery felt, at this moment, that she was no longer the proud lady of Tavendish...

No, she felt she wasn’t even human anymore. She was nothing but livestock, a test subject sprawled out on an operating table.

And yet, she had to endure silently without lashing out.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

The alcohol lamp crackled as time dripped away second by second.

Avery’s gaze stayed fixed on Lynch’s eyes.

Initially, there was a hint of wary vigilance in such a gaze. It wasn’t intentional—it was merely an instinctive self-protective response that any woman would have.

But as she continuously failed to detect even the slightest hint of improper intent within Lynch’s eyes, an inexplicable wave of self-doubt began washing over her.

’Am I really that unattractive?’

’No...’

’It must be because I’m so gravely injured that I look unsightly...’

Avery shook her head, trying to dispel the disjointed thoughts from her mind. She found it baffling—these trivial matters should not occupy even a fraction of her attention, so why were they cropping up today?

Was it the unanticipated ambush breaking her emotional dam, unconsciously leading her to channel her anger elsewhere?

Or was it simply a natural reaction to a man touching her body for the very first time?

After all, she was merely a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl. No matter how rigorously trained, life experience was something she lacked. Particularly in matters between men and women, she was utterly unversed. When reason clashed with instinct, confusion was inevitable.

One moment, she admired Lynch’s professionalism. The next, she doubted her own charm. One second, she urgently demanded herself to stay calm and rational. The next, she wondered if the guy in front of her was even normal at all.

Admiration, doubt, composure, and anger—it all tangled into an irresolvable loop.

Avery remained trapped in this cycle of chaotic emotions until Lynch’s voice broke through.

"Done."

Extinguishing the alcohol lamp, Lynch began tidying up his tools.