Number One Dungeon Supplier - Chapter 1813 Just Crown Me Already -Part 6 (Final)

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”

so, reincarnation huh?“a lot of good... a lot of bad... balanced karma.” “good news you get one boon to bring with you to the next life. unfortunately for you though, you don't get to choose. totally random. ready?”join Apollo in his new life where through sheer luck (good or bad?) is raised by an all hungry, all dominant and all loving hivemind who will burn the galaxy just to see him smile.

Married for four years, Sabrina Hayes is coldly neglected by her husband and watches as he caters to Brooke's every need.“Give your job to Brooke and stay home to take care of the children.”“It's the one-year anniversary of Brooke's divorce, so let's skip our wedding anniversary.”“I'm going to Brooke's son's parent-teacher meeting, and I can't make it to our daughter's kindergarten event.”Sabrina Hayes laughs, turns away with her young child, and remarries into The Aethel Circle to its heir.On her wedding day, facing her ex-husband who is kneeling and repenting, Sabrina Hayes coldly says, “Do I need to arrange a separate table for you and Brooke?”“If our daughter calls someone else 'daddy' and you have a problem, go to court and sue!”“Want to remarry? Go to sleep early, you'll have everything in your dreams!”At this moment, The Aethel Circle heir approaches, wraps his arm possessively around Sabrina Hayes's waist, and says, “Dear, it's time to return to our wedding chamber!”

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!”