You'd think being a doctor meant I was good at handling blood.
Wrong.
I went to med school planning to be a dermatologist. Skin. Moles. Sunscreen. Maybe some laser work if I was feeling brave.
Then I got tricked into surgery because my hands didn't shake when they were supposed to. Five years later, I'm Chief Resident with a secret vomit bucket in the breakroom and a trauma folder in my brain labeled "DO NOT OPEN."
And now? I've apparently been isekai'd into a world of Hunters, monsters, and magic. Great.
Let's rewind a bit.
It started with a heart attack.
I was home from a night shift, already half dead inside, when the actual cardiac event decided to kick in. Chest pain. Sweating. Tunnel vision. I thought, "Oh cool, now I don't have to pay off my student loans."
Then everything went black.
Next thing I know, I wake up in an alley that smells like copper and wet stone, and there's a glowing blue screen floating in the air like a pop up ad from hell.
[Binding in progress: 15%]
[Welcome to the Hunter World! You have been chosen by the Divine Healer System!]
Okay. Not ideal, but I've read enough web novels to know what this is.
I was getting a system. A healing system, no less. Finally, a break.
But then came the error message.
[WARNING: System binding incomplete.]
[Emergency Awakening Initiated by Goddess of Trials.]
[Divine Protocol: Face Your Greatest Fear.]
Which brings us to the real problem.
See, apparently in this world, the chosen ones lucky idiots like me don't just get handed power. No, we have to survive a Trial based on our deepest, most paralyzing phobia.
And me? I'm a surgeon with a debilitating fear of blood and gore.
That's like being a chef who faints at the sight of onions.
So where did the Goddess of Trials send me for my awakening quest?
Some cozy garden of serenity?
Nope.
I woke up in a dimension that can only be described as H.P. Lovecraft 's gastrointestinal nightmare.
The sky was red. The walls pulsed. The air dripped.
And the worst part? The system hadn't finished binding yet. It was trying to adapt to the world's genre… and took the wrong inspiration.
So instead of your usual Holy Light, Gentle Touch, Cleanse Wound kind of thing, I got this:
Doctor of Gospel system
You know how some healers cast soothing auras or summon angel wings?
I got a chainsaw and a flesh mouth on my palm that spits out sentient surgical tentacles.
And the Goddess just dipped after tossing me in there like a rotten apple into a blender.
Thanks, divine lady. Really helpful.
deep down, no matter how horrifying I look...
…I'm still just a doctor.
A really, really unlucky one.
Now Let go back and re count an arriving event of a Eldritch doctor shall we?