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I'm a Pastor, what the hell is an Acute Gastroenteritis Outbreak Spell?!

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"

Yiqian Qingdai · Jogos
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601 Chs

Chapter 136: The Return of the Soul!

A loud shout woke Zheng Cheng.

He looked at surprise at the figure in front of him: a man in a khaki uniform, a straw hat on his head, and puttees wrapped around his calves.

In his hand, he held an old rifle.

The bayonet was already fixed to the muzzle.

"Kid! Don't worry, with me here, no scum will harm you!"

"Uncle, are you...?"

Zheng Cheng asked in surprise, but the man had already charged at one of the degenerates, piercing his chest.

"Hahaha, little scum! Come at me!"

"Son of a...!"

"Die!"

"Thump!"

With each shot, the uncle killed one degenerate after another - more than a dozen in total.

However, their numbers far exceeded his. He was knocked to the ground by one of them.

A large mouth bore down on his arm.

The rest of the degenerates swarmed him, biting and clawing.

"Uncle!"

Zheng Cheng shouted desperately, wanting to help, but for some reason, he couldn't move.

It felt as though a multitude of strong hands were holding him back.

"Kid! Keep away!"