Dear Immortal Tyrant - Chapter 48 - In The Wrong

An unexpected discovery in Machu Picchu has transported a young professional thief from Earth to a world filled with mystical powers and evil plots. With his beloved teacher and best friend killed during the calamity, his only goal is to become stronger, so that he can take revenge for them.This is a novel filled with politics, the struggle for power, evil beauties, and of course, Divine Immortals.

Everyone regards Su Changfeng as a worthless son-in-law. Enduring humiliation in a wealthy family, yet he always remains silent endures.But who could have imagined, beneath the seemingly worthless son-in-law, how powerful his existence truly is?Mastering strategies and stirring up the storm, everything I do is for one person.

How can life be the same, no matter who you spend it with?Xue Yue got married. To save her brother's life, she sold herself into marriage for 500 yuan.He Lang hadn't been home for several days. He never would have thought that upon returning, he'd find his room occupied, his bed slept in, and... an extra wife.He Lang couldn't wrap his head around it: He wasn't even there, so how was he 'married'? Is anyone going to do anything about this?...Later, “Wife, when are we going to get our marriage certificate registered?”“Weren't you unwilling back then?”“Who was unwilling? Who? Who was it? I'll go beat them up.”“...”

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!”