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?!

"Death Divinity... what is death... what is rebirth?"


Visions of the Charm Clan's rise and fall flickered ceaselessly in his mind.


Life was born, experienced aging, sickness, death – like rain it appeared, gradually vanishing away.


In merely a few minutes, Zheng Cheng felt as if he had lived through tens of thousands of years of the Charm Clan's history from its birth to extinction.


He was like a passerby, unable to make any choices.


And this inexplicable presence constantly affected his spirit, his soul.


In his mind, the Death Divinity trembled lightly, its radiance illuminating his soul.


"Death Divinity... the rules of death..."


"Is it the rules of death that I am to comprehend?"


Subconsciously, he lifted his hand, and a black 'radiance' emerged within his grasp.


It was a sensation difficult to describe in words; it was utterly dark, yet one could feel the radiance.


Moreover, the radiance emitted nothing – no temperature, no heat, certainly not any kind of spark.


Chapter 376: Three Great Mutant Abilities! Devil God Divine Arts!_1