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?!

Zheng Cheng, having already prepared for the coming person, dodged the attack with a blink of an eye.


"Tyrese, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You were protected inside Chang'an City, yet you dared to follow me out of the city…"


Zheng Cheng stated calmly, having previously used the Central Radar Life Monitoring Technique to keep clear track of Tyrese's every move.


In Zheng Cheng's eyes, Tyrese's supposed ambush was as innocent and futile as a child's plaything.


As the mask obscured his face, Tyrese's breathing became heavy, a thick saliva began to drip from the corners of his mouth.


His upper body muscles swelled, tiny blue veins rippling, crawling underneath the skin.


His teeth clenched together, producing a grating sound.


Crying out in rage, Tyrese thrust forward with both legs, raising a cloud of dust.


Just like a cheetah, his figure lunged straight at Zheng Cheng.


Chapter 172: Your Acute Gastroenteritis Instant Eruption Technique is useless against me!