Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies - Chapter 420: Honey Grapefruit Tea

He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

They had been married for less than a week when Lin Banxia discovered that without his embrace, she couldn’t sleep; without his love, she felt anxious; without his companionship, her emotions spiraled out of control.But then one day, she had stomach troubles!The hospital handed over a test result: Congratulations, Mrs. Huo, you’re pregnant.He said, “Give birth to my child, and we won’t just have three years together—we’ll have a lifetime!”She squinted her eyes and replied, “Mr. Huo, you’ve miscalculated. Clearly, after giving birth, you’re letting me go in three years.”“The child can’t go without a mother, and I can’t go without you. Understand?” That was Young Master Huo’s confession.

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!”

Aiden, who retains his sanity despite being a zombie,Arian, a vampire who doesn’t bite humans,And a transcontinental journey that began with a single request.Will they be able to survive?The main story is completed