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.
Acceptance of defeat
Boom.
"Something is wrong," Willie said to the rest of the team members. He was staring at the Decaying mole with a frown on his face. "A moment ago, I swear it looked like it was going to go down. But now it seems to have regained a lot of strength."
Willie wasn't the only one; the rest thought the same too. They looked at the giant mole and stepped back.
Gary raised his hand and wiped the blood dripping down from the side of his abdomen. The cut that he received from the Decaying mole was yet to heal; even with Glen's healing spells, the poison injected by the Decaying mole made it nearly impossible for his injuries to heal.
"You better be joking with me," Gary grimaced. "I can't even stand up straight if that thing gets any stronger than we all are fucked."
Gary's question was answered almost at once, as the decaying mole let out a shrill shriek. It turned to look at the four men who were hiding in a corner.