The Primordial System - Chapter 9: The Saharan Waste

When I became a rich young master, I had to enjoy it.
Training? No!
That is so boring.
I have a system, no need for training.

Are you hungry? Come, I will treat you with some food at a luxurious restaurant.
What a poor homeless. Come, I will give you a house.

I, Lin Fan is a good person.

- Description from Novelupdates

The story of an emergency room doctor dying from overwork and crossing into another world.

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The sails of the great voyage have been unfurled.

The steam engine has yet to roar to life.

The glory of the Radiant Lord illuminates the continent, while across the sea, the churches of the gods and mages support the monarchy.

Dwarves freely roam the cities of the kingdom, and the legends of werewolves, vampires, elves, and dragons never fade.

In such an era, Wu Zhou, an emergency department doctor who died from working overtime, transmigrates into the body of Garrett, a young city guard.

Teammate: Oh no! The Captain is seriously injured, his intestines are spilling out!

Garrett: Help me up; I can still stitch!

Teammate: …What?

Garrett: …Apply a healing spell to where I stitched, let it grow… no, first apply it to the stitched layer, then the muscle layer, and so on.

Teammate: …What?

Garrett: Uh-oh, the healing spell is too fast, the stitches grew inside the wound!!!

When modern medicine meets magic and divine arts, what brilliant sparks will it ignite in this New world?

Garrett: Learning magic, mastering divine arts, expanding territories, and clashing with the church… whether you believe it or not, I just wanted to open a hospital.

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all.

The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape.

Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate.

Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

...[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.