In the deep parts of the hospital owned by the Lost Temple government, there was Medkit. He was sitting down on the cozy chair in the corner of the room, scribbling down a plan to destroy Blackrock once and for all in his notebook.

In frustration, the evil doctor threw the notebook across the room, growling loudly. Pressing his palms roughly against his forehead.

"Why must it be so irritating to come up with plans!? Ergh.."