Coronis

There are some fascinating medical instruments and rare medicines among the Monolith Artifacts. Unfortunately, most Trekkers can't even recognize them, let alone make the right wish. So, I have no choice but to get them myself.

Hobbies

Preparing specimens, collecting pharmaceutical materials, and gathering abnormal biological tissue

Specialty

There's no illness I can't cure, as long as you're willing to pay the price~

Success Cases

Built a custom Neo Solution-powered exoskeleton for a completely paralyzed patient, helping him stand and walk again. Rescued a Trekker suffering from heart failure by using Artifacts with magic. Gave my own eye an upgrade. (※: This part is for Boss' eyes only.)

Potion Development Journal

I recently brewed a potion to improve one's sleep. It works wonders, as long as the dosage is strictly controlled. A few merchants caught wind of it and came offering a high price for the formula. I rejected them politely with my Charon in hand. For overdose prevention, patients will have to come by my clinic for a freshly mixed dose.

Volunteers Needed

Seeking daring individuals for my head transplant research. Survival is not guaranteed, but if you've ever wanted a new body, come knock on my door!

She's the Devil in White! Absolutely terrifying! Don't ask me how I know—you're better off not knowing! —Noya

She's actually really kind. She gave me these cute medical patches, and they made all the pain go away! —Firefly

Pretty accurate. She does have a habit of saying some nerve-wracking things, but if you're dealing with a tough-to-treat condition, she's absolutely the one to go to. —Willow

Treatment Record for Patient No. ███

Name: ████ Age: ██ █ Month, █ Day: Two days post-suturing, the wounds are healing surprisingly fast. The patient's resilience is exceptional—definitely a subject of interest for further study. █ Month, █ Day: External wounds have almost fully healed, but the patient's vital signs are still below average. Bed rest for several days is recommended. ... █ Month, █ Day: Before discharge, I drew three vials of venous blood from the patient. Analysis confirmed ██████. Follow-up monitoring is necessary.

Coronis dropped this record on Lucky Oasis. The remaining pages are completely blacked out. Boss, you should drop in and return this to her. —Iris

"How did I go over budget again last month? Why? I've been charging patients properly, haven't I?" Coronis sighs in distress. "Maybe Boss was right... I really should start keeping track of everything. Ugh, fine. I'll give it a try next week."

Monday Patient with a common cold: Earned 3,000 Dorra. Patient with a severe bacterial infection. Unable to afford an amputation, paid with the severed leg. Bought specimen preservation fluid: Spent 50,000 Dorra. Purchased glass jars for specimens: Spent 5,500 Dorra. Tuesday House call day: Spent 6,500 Dorra on transportation. Changed bandages for a patient with a bone fracture: Earned 18,000 Dorra. Child with a high fever: Earned 23,500 Dorra. Visited the Rare Finds Market: Spent 80,000 Dorra on three insect specimens (displayed with their host plants) and 35,000 Dorra on potion ingredients. Wednesday Patient attacked by a wild monster: Charged 150,000 Dorra. The family couldn't afford the full payment, so we've agreed on an installment plan. Patient who accidentally consumed Cutie Cap mushrooms and experienced some fascinating hallucinations. After negotiating, he agreed to participate as a research subject to cover his treatment costs. He'll take several small doses of the mushroom over time so I can study its effects. Thursday Climbed the Monolith in need of some new pharmaceutical materials, I also took on an Artifact collection commission: Earned 100,000 Dorra. On the way, I helped an injured Trekker and treated him: Charged 150,000 Dorra, but he couldn't remember his payment code due to memory loss. Instead, he handed over a box of mysterious pain-relieving medicine he had wished from the Monolith. Friday Paid last month's Neo Solution bill: 40,000 Dorra. Broke my workbench while crafting a new specimen: Spent 10,000 Dorra for repairs. Patient with a common cold: Earned 13,000 Dorra (Pills inc.). Turned away a patient with an elbow dislocation, and ended up compensating him 20,000 Dorra. Saturday Removed a foreign object in surgery: Earned 150,000 Dorra, plus 20,000 Dorra for confidentiality. Admitted a patient who can only sing (suspected neurological condition) for research: Estimated treatment and hospital fees of 2,000,000 Dorra, with a 36-month payment plan. Patient with persistent hiccups, she cured herself after getting startled by one of my specimens. No charge. Maintenance of my prosthetic eye: Spent 20,000 Dorra. Sunday Day off.

Total Weekly Income: 116,056 Dorra "Heh, looks like the clinic's running pretty well. I'll buy that specimen I've had my eye on in a bit." With a smile, Coronis tosses the book into the trash.

Coronis isn't human! In the neighborhood where Coronis often makes house calls, her true identity is a popular topic among the town kids. They like to sneakily follow her, whispering wild speculations about who—or what—she really is, each trying to back up their claims with "a valid proof."

"She's the Grim Reaper!" The only kid who's ever stepped foot inside Coronis' clinic swears there's a mysterious little room filled with strange animal specimens and even human bones. And hanging on the wall is a huge scythe. "That must be the Grim Reaper's weapon!"

"She's a homunculus!" One kid who received her treatment insists, "I had a close look at it while she was checking me out! One of her eyes is totally mechanical. It glows blue light! And sometimes, instead of saying she's eating, she says she's recharging. That's what a robot would say!"

"She's a monster that eats human meat!" One kid who once followed Coronis out of curiosity says, "I saw her talking to this really sick guy, and she told him she'd waive his treatment fee if he gave her his leg!" "Later, I saw that same leg in her clinic—in a jar! She's totally pickling it to eat later!"

"She's the grim reaper, and a possible grave robber!" A new girl, who overhears the conversation, chimes in. She says she's heard the adults around town call Coronis the Reaper in White." What if she's some kind of legendary figure, like a subordinate of the Tyrant in fairy tales? But then... She remembers the adults talking about Coronis' huge scythe, which isn't just any regular weapon—they say she dug it up from underground. If it came from six feet under... Maybe she's robbing graves! That would make sense, right?

The kids argue with each other passionately, completely oblivious to the white figure approaching them. "If you're that curious, why not come to my clinic and find out?" Coronis speaks up suddenly, watching as the kids freeze and then scatter like startled birds, shrieking in unison.

People with horns sometimes appear in Nova. They are from Nocturn Eterna, a notorious group bent on destroying the Monolith. She had once been caught up in an incident caused by Nocturn Eterna, experiencing firsthand the devastation they brought; and yet, she had also received the kindness of one of its members—the kind that had changed her entire life. Now, the very girl who had once saved her collapsed at her feet. Coronis looked down at the horned girl lying before her: The wound in her abdomen was deep, her organs seemed to be spilling out, the blood loss already critical—she was close to death. So Coronis, with considerable effort, dragged the heavily injured Nocturn Eterna girl back to her home. Out of the faintest sense of repaying a debt, she treated and bandaged the girl's wounds.

The girl stubbornly clung to life and, after several days in a coma, escaped death's grasp. When Coronis was changing her bandages, the girl lay in bed gazing up at her in pure admiration. "You're incredible! I was split clean in two, and you still managed to patch me back together!" "You flatter me. Honestly, I didn't think I could." Coronis pressed a vial of strangely colored medicine into her hand. "Since you refused to die, then do your best to live."

The girl remained in Coronis's clinic for over a month before finally recovering enough to leave. They bonded almost instantly. The horned girl spoke freely about her past—her life in Nocturn Eterna and the stories of her adventures. Coronis listened with quiet interest. She did not judge, she was simply intrigued by the unknown. When she left, the girl said that the gift of life could never truly be repaid, but if circumstances allowed, she would one day send Coronis a gift worthy of that grace. Coronis thought little of it. What she had done was already a fair exchange. Yet fifteen months after the girl's departure, an anonymous package arrived at the clinic. Inside was a pitch-black scythe and a single strange line: "Without a proper weapon, how can a healer wrest lives from the Death?" —The girl had sent her thank-you present, after all.