A miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo's soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he's in. The reason he was hit unconscious by someone and brought back to his home, was to be that primitive man's food reserves in winter. The tribe he is in is a super spartan primitive tribe, the people here only respect two things: Combat power! Fighting ability! The former is the fighting power in battles, the latter isExamine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to murder our tribe's warrior? Die!Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he's actually seducing our women! Die!You're a messenger of god? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We'll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can't, you're dead!Yan Mo: ""
Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!
"Every person has an equal amount of 8 skill holder slots. There are normal skills such as Physical Strength which takes up 1 slot, but there are also rare skills which take up 4 to 5 slots, or even rarer ones which take up all 8 slots."Is what old man Hinga taught me at the Orb Mine, where skill orbs are unearthed.But we "s*aves" could not acquire skills due to Contract Magic, thus s*aves had no future.On one fateful day.The noble who owned the mine, that is, our "Master", came to visit the Orb Mine.Due to a sudden earthquake, the ceiling collapsed. Rocks fell directly on the noble's head. And he died.At that moment, our contract magic disappeared.The clever s*aves ran straight to the warehouse where the skill orbs were stored.They absorbed rare skill orbs, and used their newfound abilities and magic to defeat the guards and escaped the mine.It was a riot.I was too late to pick up a skill orb."It's over. I will be forced back into being a s*ave," I despaired.But just then, I saw a skill orb that shouldn't exist.An orb which used 10 skill holder slots -All Things In Creation World RulerA non-standard skill orb that would be of no interest to anyone but researchers because no soul in the world could use it.However, I was able to absorb World Ruler.Why? That's because I was a "reincarnated person."I had 8 more skill holder slots than an average person, for a total of 16 slots.The mine is besieged and there is only one exit. A mysterious skill World Ruler in my hand.What do I do now?
"Where the f*ck am I?"One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition."F*ck, I ain't a savage!"