Yiqian Qingdai

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!"


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

Their bodies collided again in mid-air, stirring up a tumultuous wave of energy.


The two fleshy wings on Tyrese's back lunged once more, glimmering with a blue light as they stabbed into Zheng Cheng.


"Damn body shield... are you really a Priest?!"


Tyrese gritted his teeth in fury, the mask on his face had long been shattered due to the intense battle, revealing a grotesque and violent ape-like face.


The muscles on his face swelled, his eyes bulged in anger, filled with blood vessels. But what Zheng Cheng found most disturbing was that two sharp tusks had exceptionally sprouted from the corners of his mouth, just like a fierce ghost.


Bulging blood vessels spread up his neck onto his face, making him appear even more terrifying.


The two men's fists clashed, entangling with one another. With a forceful thrust from Zheng Cheng's arms, the sound of bone friction came from Tyrese's limbs, as they nearly broke free from Zheng Cheng's grasp.


Chapter 173: Tyrese Mutates! Autopsy!