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Otherworldly Medicine King
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Pets may reign like emperors— but I am destined to become the Medicine King of another world. Nie Kong was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor in his previous life—and a max-level pharmacist who once stood at the peak of a hyper-real game world. During the final battle against an undefeated game boss, fate struck. Lightning fell. Death followed. But instead of ending, his life began again. Reborn into a cultivation world, Nie Kong awakens in the body of a frail young man burdened with a terminal constitution—a body destined to die before the age of eighteen. His meridians are blocked, his blood ব্জpoisoned by years of failed medicines, and his family reduced to a declining shadow watched by predators. Yet something impossible crossed worlds with him. A purple illusory spirit seed, born from collapsed game data and fused with his soul, now lies dormant within his body—awakening as a terrifying spiritual companion with emperor-level potential. Armed with medical knowledge far beyond this world, forbidden needle arts, and a spirit pet that devours medicine to grow stronger, Nie Kong begins to rewrite the rules of cultivation itself. Illness becomes nourishment. Poison becomes a catalyst. Healing becomes a weapon deadlier than blades. As clans scheme, geniuses rise, and ancient powers stir, Nie Kong walks a path no one else dares to tread—a path where medicine rules over cultivation, and a once-weak youth forges his way toward absolute supremacy. This is not the story of a warrior. This is the rise of a man who defies fate itself— the Otherworldly Medicine King.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Lightning at the Gate of Fate
The girl on the screen smiled.
It was not a wide smile, nor the stiff kind people learned to ignore during corporate announcements. This one felt personal. Almost playful. She tilted her head slightly, silver hair sliding past her shoulders, her bright eyes fixed straight on the camera as if she could see every single person watching.
“Dear players,” she said, her voice soft and pleasant.
“Good evening. I am Demon GM007.”She did not rush her words. She never needed to. Silence was part of the performance.
“October tenth, 2025,” she continued after a pause,
“will become a date that every Demon player remembers.”On the official Demon website, a massive countdown glowed in red.
00:00:10
00:00:09 00:00:08Across the world, millions of players stared at their screens. Some leaned forward in their chairs. Others forgot to blink. Fingers hovered uselessly above keyboards, mice, and controllers.
“Tonight,” the GM said, her smile growing slightly,
“will be filled with excitement. With passion. Because in just a few seconds…”She stopped speaking.
The silence stretched.
00:00:03
00:00:02 00:00:01Her crimson assassin outfit hugged her perfectly. Dark leather, silver trims, sharp lines. She knew exactly how she looked, and she knew what effect it had.
“…the six strongest guilds of the Eastern Region,” she announced calmly,
“will begin their final assault on the ultimate boss.”The chat exploded.
Messages flooded the screen so fast they became unreadable streaks of color.
“…Ziluo Phantom Spirit Incense.”
The name alone was enough.
Forums crashed. Servers lagged. Players who had quit months ago rushed to log back in, desperate not to miss history.
Demon was not just another online game.
Since its release three years ago, it had spread across the world like a storm. Its visuals were stunning. Its combat felt dangerously real. Every spell had weight. Every strike mattered. And the story was deep, cruel, and addictive enough to trap players for years.
According to official statistics, Demon had surpassed one hundred million active players.
Yet one existence remained undefeated.
Ziluo Phantom Spirit Incense.
For three long years, players from every server and every major guild had challenged it.
Every attempt ended the same way.
Failure.
Tonight, however, was different.
Six elite guilds had prepared for half a year. Thousands of max level players. Perfect equipment. Skill rotations practiced until they became instinct. Battle plans refined to the smallest detail.
Some whispered that the chance of success had reached eighty percent.
An operation unlike anything before.
The GM laughed softly and waved.
“Will they succeed?”
Behind her, a massive gate engraved with the word Demon began to shake. Stone groaned. Light twisted.
The gate opened.
Beyond it stood a towering palace, half hidden by swirling clouds and fractured light. Its doors stood wide open, darkness spilling outward like breath from a living creature.
The Demon Hall.
The final lair.
“Let us watch,” the GM said, smiling.
“And find out.” East of the Demon Hall lay a quiet mountain valley.Green grass rolled like waves beneath a steady wind. The air shimmered faintly, heavy with danger. Crimson robed figures wandered lazily across the land, their scarlet eyes glowing softly in the shade.
Scarlet Eyed Demon Enchantresses.
Level ninety nine humanoid monsters.
Beautiful. Deadly. Infamous.
This was not a place players entered casually.
And yet chaos erupted at the valley entrance.
“Damn it! I lost a level!”
The scream echoed sharply.
“How is that even possible? You are an Apothecary!” the voice shouted in disbelief.
“How do you have Mage type puppet skills? That casting speed is insane. You are hacking. You have to be!”A body lay sprawled on the ground.
Above it floated six blood red words.
Kill You Stripped.
Potions, ores, and pieces of low grade equipment littered the grass.
Nearby, a man stood calmly, holding a faintly glowing golden feather fan.
Nolan King sighed.
“Unlucky,” he said casually.
“This is the Demon Hall map. Teleportation does not work here.”
He glanced down at the body.
“Inside the hall, death sends you back to town. Outside,” he continued,
“you revive where you fall. Or you wait for an Apothecary.”A faint smile touched his lips.
“And I happen to be one.”
His expression remained calm, almost detached.
In the real world, Nolan King came from a long line of traditional healers. After university, he opened his own clinic and quickly gained fame for his unconventional but effective treatments.
Then one day, without warning, he closed it.
Three years ago, a friend casually recommended Demon. Out of curiosity, Nolan bought a helmet.
He never logged out again.
He chose the Apothecary class out of habit. Used his real name. Played alone. No guilds. No fixed teams. No pointless player killing.
He leveled steadily. Crafted medicine. Sold items. Treated the game as quiet relaxation.
Tonight, after three long years, he reached level one hundred.
And someone tried to ambush him.
Kill You Stripped had made a fatal mistake.
Nolan had created ten original in game medicines, unlocking a unique system skill.
Pharmacist King Incarnation.
The Apothecary’s ultimate combat trump card.
The assassin never stood a chance.
“What?!” Kill You Stripped screamed from the ground.
Nolan lifted his fan.
“Revive.”
Golden light descended.
Kill You Stripped stood up.
Then spells rained down on him instantly.
Blood splattered.
His health bar filled halfway.
Then vanished.
He collapsed again.
More equipment scattered across the grass.
“Ninety seven?!”
“I lost another level?! Nolan King, you bastard!”Nolan replied calmly.
“Your name is Kill You Stripped. I think the system agrees.”Two minutes passed.
Cooldown finished.
“Revive.”
Up.
Down.
Again.
Again.
“Brother Nolan King, I was wrong!”
“Grandpa, please stop!” “I borrowed this account!” “Drop me to ninety if you dare!”“I am your grandson!”
“No, you are mine!”The valley echoed with desperate curses.
Inside the Demon Hall, the battle reached its peak.“Boss health at thirty percent!”
“It is retreating. Do not let it recover!”A massive purple figure burst through the gates.
A flower.
Nearly ten meters tall.
Withered petals. Burned leaves. Roots twisting like living creatures.
Ziluo Phantom Spirit Incense screamed.
Crimson shockwaves erupted, stunning the frontline players.
Using the chaos, it fled.
Straight toward the eastern valley.
“Kill You Stripped. Level ninety.”The assassin laughed bitterly.
“Nolan King. I will remember this.”Nolan raised his fan.
“Revive.”
Before either could react, a seductive purple shadow rushed forward.
Nine massive leaves wrapped around the assassin.
His health dropped to zero instantly.
“Ziluo Phantom Spirit Incense?!”
Thunder roared.
Lightning tore across the sky.
A bolt shattered Nolan King’s bedroom window.
Then struck his helmet.
Pain exploded.
The world twisted.
The figures of Nolan King and the boss distorted violently.
Then vanished.
October 11th, 2025.Daily News Report:
A nationally renowned physician was struck by lightning at home and passed away at the age of twenty eight.The Demon official website issued an apology.
Boss data was lost.
Compensation was distributed.
One detail was never disclosed.
The data of the max level Apothecary Nolan King disappeared along with Ziluo Phantom Spirit Incense.
“Uncle… please wake up…”A sobbing voice pulled Nolan from darkness.
Uncle?
Awareness surged.
Lightning. Death.
Yet warmth remained.
Memories not his own flooded in.
A new empire. A small city. A declining noble family.
This body was eighteen years old. Weak. Sickly.
The same name.
His sister in law, Luna, knelt beside the bed, tears falling freely.
He understood.
He was alive.
Reborn.
The door burst open.
“Luna,” a shrill voice said coldly.
“Did you forget your promise to the Third Young Master?”An arrogant man stepped inside, smiling cruelly.
Another laughed.
“That useless trash is dead anyway.”Luna resisted.
Struggled.
Dragged.
Threatened.
Despair filled the room.
Rage burned in Nolan King’s chest.
A warm current surged from deep within his body.
Something unlocked.
He sat upright.
And shouted loudly.
“Stop.”
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