Summary of the I m a Pastor, what the hell is an Acute Gastroenteritis Outbreak Spell?!
Here I am, thinking I stumbled into some divine role – apparently, I'm supposed to be a priest. And get this: I'm hailed as a *miraculous* healer, specifically for women and all that jazz! At first, it sounded awesome, you know? Like saving lives, spreading goodness?
But then… I opened my spellbook.
Seriously? What kind of priest has spells like "Instant Tummy Trouble" or "Fragile Bones Forever"? That doesn't sound healing at all; it sounds more like accidentally causing epidemics! And the name game – "Boiling Veins," "Creeping Chill," "Mind Mayhem." This is messed up. Was I supposed to *heal* or just curse people into oblivion? Seriously, this feels wrong.
And honestly, instead of divine blessings, I got a catalogue of suffering. Compare that to warriors with their epic-tier powers or mages summoning game-changing stuff – even the archers get flashy moves like "Meteor Shower Arrows." Look at mine: "Rapid Cancer Spread," "Zombie Virus Unleashed," and "Rabid Frenzy." *That’s* my holy power? This is brutal.
My spells gained notoriety fast. People started noticing you know. A girl once ran screaming, “Why do I have a rash?! I just took a bath!” Oof. Or maybe a dying villain whispered something about how their kidneys felt funny after exploding – yeah, definitely the chaos department.
Healers were meant for salvation, right? But every time I tried to help, it seemed like more chaos rolled in. Was this my calling? To aid others through agony and suffering? This whole situation feels twisted and dark.
I mean, even my prayers feel heavy now, like maybe they’re not supposed to be blessings but curses by accident. It’s just… depressing.
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