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Supreme therapist:My healing potions can even poison the gods

John gets a second chance at life, going back to the time before "The Gate to Another World" appeared. Betrayed in his past life as a pharmacist, he decides he can't trust anyone anymore. So, he opts for a hidden profession, becoming a poison master disguised as a regular pharmacist to everyone else. To the other awakened ones, John is just your run-of-the-mill potion maker. Little do they know, every healing potion he brews is laced with deadly poison. "John, heal me quick... Fuck! John, what did you do to me? Why have I turned bald?" "John!!Why did my penis turn into a mushroom after drinking your potion?" "You guys dare to drink John's healing potions? I saw with my own eyes last time, he threw a bottle of his healing potion and it directly stank a Corrupt Lord to death!" "And that's nothing! I saw a toxic serpent bite John, and guess what? The serpent got poisoned to death by him!" John sneered at the collapsed crowd, "I've said it before, though my potions are free, they come with some minor side effects. Want to get rid of the side effects? That'll cost extra!" ---------------------- Update Daily! 9 AM PST Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Doubleyolkeggs · Fantasy
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Evacuating the Survivors

A Ghoul has a unique ability: after consuming the brain of a corpse, it can acquire the memories of the deceased and even mimic the original owner's voice.

However, such a gruesome detail was best kept from the little girl for the time being.

The immediate priority was to get her out of here as quickly as possible.

Having a child in tow during a fight would undoubtedly be a significant hindrance, and he wouldn't dare use his mist toxin with her around.

If she accidentally inhaled even a tiny amount, the consequences could be disastrous.

"Little girl, is your name Angela?" John gently took her hand and softly asked.

""Yes. Sir. How should I address you? What if my parents come back and can't find me?" The little girl, gripped by fear, held tightly onto John's hand, finally feeling a sense of relief.

John glanced at the table where Angela's homework lay.