Eat The World Tree - Chapter 153: Young Demon, Dowon (2)

“201th, 202nd…”Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished.His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later.[Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.]Zhou Can shook his head hard.What the hell is this?Something even more magical happened as he thought about it.An interface appeared in front of him.[Zhou Can, Intern.][Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.]A surgical legend was in the making.

They say a god cannot fall.Apollo would like a word.Cast out of Olympus for giving mortals a prophecy they were never meant to hear, the once-golden deity finds himself stripped of power, name, and worship.Now he’s just a half-frozen stranger bleeding in a ditch, trying to remember how to be human without losing what made him divine.But the world below is not as he left it. Cities rot, old powers stir, and the threads of fate unravel where no loom should reach.Something is shifting in the dark, something even the gods did not foresee.Apollo was sentenced to live as a mortal for ten circuits of the sun.He plans to survive them.But survival is no guarantee of peace and power, once given, is rarely forgotten.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

I am a girl.But no one can know that.In Silvermoor, only men fight in the war, but House Ironfang has no more males to give.To prevent my father from sure death in the war, I wore his clothes and disguised myself as a man to take his place in the army.We won, but the enemy has taken me captive. The Demonic Alpha King who marked me as his without knowing what I truly am to punish me for losing him a war.But now, it is more than a punishment as he is now obsessed and hell-bent on seducing me. He tells me it doesn't matter what skin I wear, man or woman, he'll always want me.I hope to the Moon Goddess that it isn't true.Because I will never submit to him.