MTL - I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science - Chapter 115 Even if we are outnumbered, take the girl in red

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.

One night, a premeditated entanglement.She seduced him and claimed him as her own.After a year of entanglement, she still could not compete with his destined one.After the divorce, Sheng Youxia offered a high price for a child.Requirements: supermodel legs, a strong waist, 180cm height, 180mm, 180 minutes, rejecting those who are only appealing in appearance but useless otherwise.Fu Shilü saw the advertisement posted by his ex-wife and ultimately couldn't hold back, sending her a message.“All your requirements are based on me, right? Just say you can't let go of me.”Sheng Youxia responds with a cold laugh: “Cured? Send me the test results.”

In the bustling fantasy city of Two Ex-Adventurers, Dord, Orth, and Sirre Willow struggle to keep their humble inn afloat. On the surface, Orth and Sirre appear to be the perfect couple, but deep within Orth’s heart lies a secret desire—a cuckold fantasy he has never dared to share. When a mysterious traveler offers to pay for a night with Sirre, it stirs a whirlwind of emotions in Orth. He sees an opportunity to confront his hidden longing and solve their financial troubles in one move. But how will Sirre, who would go to any length to keep Orth devoted to her, respond to such a twisted proposal?This is a netorase story about a loving couple.Clingy Lover Doting Love Interests Magic Male Protagonist Masochistic Characters Netorare Netorase Obsessive Love Prostitutes Yandere

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!”