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?!

Seyr cursed loudly as he suddenly felt a severe pain in his stomach, a wave of heat rushing unstoppably toward his groin.


He screamed miserably as a dark red liquid immediately gushed out from beneath his exquisite blood-red cloak.


A stench, as if rotten meat had been left out in the height of summer for days on end, immediately permeated the air around him.


"Damn it... ugh... I, ugh... I must... ugh..."


Seyr continued to curse, but the frantic surging from his lower body could not be stopped.


His Blood Puppets could block a fatal attack for him once, but Zheng Cheng's Acute Gastroenteritis Instant Eruption Technique wasn't fatal...!


Under the assault of the foul odor, Seyr, while cursing, twisted his body into an enormous bat and desperately flapped his wings, trying to escape the area.


But the excruciating pain in his belly and movements below drastically reduced his speed, and he was immediately entangled by seven or eight vines, tightly coiled around him.


Chapter 313: The Epic Charming Beast! Quantitative Change Leads to Qualitative Change?_3