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Chapter 61: The God of Medicine
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 12:01:29 +0000 UTC[God of Medicine (Gold)]
Healing – Your medical skills have transcended mortal limits, rivaling the most potent Abundance blessings. Any injury not inflicted by an Aeon can be healed. Even if the subject has been dead for less than half an hour and only their head remains, you can restore them to life.
Poison – Your mastery of toxins has reached its zenith. Within ten paces, life and death obey your will. Only the strongest may resist partially, depending on their vitality.
The "Healing" effect alone made him comparable to a miniature Yaoshi (the Abundance Aeon).
And then there was the equally formidable "Poison" effect.
This trait's overwhelming power was no less impressive than the nigh-indestructible "Indestructible Golden Body."
Equipping it finally gave him some offensive capability.
Though the "Poison" effect made him seem more suited for a Damage-over-Time (DoT) team, having it was better than nothing. Plus, his own resilience (thanks to his healing abilities) meant he could easily outlast enemies until the toxins took effect.
Solon eagerly selected [God of Medicine (Gold)].
The moment he equipped the trait, a flood of memories surged into his mind. Only the enhanced recovery from his Golden Body kept him from collapsing on the spot.
After recovering for a moment, Solon began testing [God of Medicine (Gold)].
To his delight, its effects were even more practical than described.
He had imagined that using medical skills would require a white coat, surgical cap, full sterilization, and an array of surgical tools.
In reality, all he needed was to channel Imaginary Energy, much like followers of the Abundance Path, wielding the power of healing directly.
A scalpel-wielding surgeon had transformed into a healer who could mend wounds with a gesture—an astronomical upgrade.
His healing abilities were extraordinarily potent. Beyond ordinary injuries, he could even cure complex conditions like Firefly's Entropy Loss Syndrome or Robin's gunshot wound to the neck. The only exception was situations like Yukong's, which remained beyond his reach.
With this level of medical mastery, he could easily play the role of a legendary "urban fantasy" miracle doctor, becoming a revered guest among the cosmos' most powerful factions.
After all, in such a dangerous universe, who could guarantee they'd never fall ill or suffer injury?
Since "healing" had become akin to the Abundance Path's remote restoration, it was only natural that "poison" now functioned like the Nihility Path's debuffs—inflictible from a distance.
The biggest advantage was that he no longer needed to carry around countless vials like an alchemist, mixing poisons on the spot.
A simple snap of his fingers, and Imaginary Energy would conjure the exact toxin he desired.
If combined with physical poisons, their effects would be drastically amplified.
Solon stroked his chin, a sudden idea forming in his mind. He needed to test it.
Absentmindedly, he reached out beside him.
But there was no one there. The bedsheets under his fingers were soft and smooth—yet cold.
The simulation screen was visible only to him. Guinevere must have slipped away while he was engrossed in it.
Solon fell silent for a moment before suddenly laughing at himself.
A villain who coerces others into bed with threats and bribes still dreaming of love? How laughably naive.
Shaking off the thought, he picked up his Jade Abacus and dialed Guinevere's number.
Guinevere had just finished preparing props for her livestream when the call came through. She answered casually.
"What're you up to, babe?"
Solon's warm voice drifted from the device.
Guinevere stiffened, her face flickering with reluctance and conflict before settling back into cheerful liveliness. She pitched her voice into a sweet, coquettish tone:
"Boss~ I'm just getting dressed right now~"
Solon's interest was instantly piqued.
"Getting dressed? Let me see!"
"Huh?!"
Guinevere nearly blurted out a refusal, but remembering who she was dealing with, she gritted her teeth and fibbed:
"I'm almost done… just need to put on my stockings…"
To her dismay, Solon's voice grew even more eager.
"Perfect! Turn on video! I want to watch you put on those black stockings!"
As everyone knew, one of the most alluring moments for a woman was the act of putting on—or taking off—stockings.
Guinevere's resignation deepened.
If the boss demanded it, what choice did she have? She might as well comply.
With practiced ease, she propped the Jade Abacus on her streaming stand, adjusted the angle, and tapped the video call button.
Solon's screen lit up.
Guinevere, after all, was a seasoned streamer. Even knowing Solon was watching with less-than-wholesome intentions, she remained composed.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, feigning shyness, yet her movements were deliberate, almost performative in their grace.
Seated at the edge of the bed, she turned slightly toward the camera, allowing the lens to capture the elegant curve of her figure.
