AI Doctor : From Slave to Beast King
Life in hell mode was never fun? Was it? *********** Being burned alive in a laboratory out of sheer jealousy for he had created the best AI system in the medical world? Oh boy, Damien could assure you that it was not fun. But then again, you never get another chance to feel the slow burn—okay that went dark quickly. Lets take it from the top once again. Damien was sure he had angered someone up in the sky and given his foul mouth that hurled curses worse than a sailor he had very good idea of how it happened. Because if being abandoned in the orphanage was not bad enough, he was stabbed by the very mentor he trusted and followed with closed eyes. But when he found himself waking up in another world— even after death he was not left alone. SMH. The world of beastmen —— he realised that he never knew how difficult hell mode truly was. Surviving in the world of beasts was a challenge in itself. And for Damien who found himself in the body of the discarded crown prince of the Brystoria Empire—With a broken nucleus and mana suppressed by Tartarite nails and used as a weapon of humiliation, it was not a challenge. For Damien, survival in the beast world was like walking on a thin rope, that too on one foot! Fortunately, the AI system that Damien developed as a doctor before his death followed him to this world of beasts. Join Damien in his new quest as he overturns his destiny from being a slave to the king of beasts.
A better place
'I guess this will do,' Damien thought while staring at the mouldy cheese block. He glanced at Dan and asked, "Do I need to let it ferment a bit longer?"
"No, this production of penicillium chrysogenum is perfect," Dan shook his head and replied. "Now all you need to do is a sterile fermentation of the mould."
And that was where the problem arose. Damien had asked one of the blacksmiths to make the fermentation chamber but —
He turned to look at the metal box that the blacksmiths had sent him back. There were many problems with these fermentation chambers and as the production of penicillin required strict requirements, this won't do.
"What's the matter, Lord Damien?" Thalia asked when she saw Damien frowning.
"It's nothing," Damien rubbed the back of his head and sighed. He pointed to the fermentation chambers and explained, "There are multiple openings in the chamber. What I needed was a perfectly sealed container."