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?!

A silhouette was floating in mid-air, behind him, a pair of almost transparent wings were fluttering frantically.


He had a narrow head, with his nose and mouth almost entirely disappeared, replaced by a pair of bulbous black compound eyes that took up most of his head.


His body bloated, bearing an overall earthy yellow color, with a large sac on his back.


His lower body bore a slightly protruding sharp stinger, which was dull and lacked any shine.


However, if anyone were to get close to him, they could undoubtedly smell a tremendously sweet scent wafting around him.


"This human habitat has managed to hold out for so long..."


A raspy and somewhat unfamiliar voice came from his mouth, indicating that he had not spoken much in a long time.


"The hero of mankind? Those humans in black armor and riding Griffins, how can they be so strong?"


"Thousands of heroes of the Human Race, it's impossible... what on earth happened?"


Chapter 233: The Insect-race Hero! The gallbladder of the Three-Headed Snake!