In the endless void, darkness was the foundational color, and the Qi of Chaos churned endlessly without stopping. Here, so-called space did not exist, time had no meaning either, and there was neither direction nor sequence.
Only countless colorful spheres of light, resembling soap bubbles, diligently radiated mottled colors to dispel the continually surging Qi of Chaos. They combined in an orderly yet traceless manner, revolving and rubbing against each other like fluid, seeming both real and illusory. The fragile soap bubbles thus entangled with one another, huddling together for warmth to resist the scouring of the Qi of Chaos. They were solid yet precariously close to collapsing, as if they would shatter at any second.
After an unknown passage of time, several points of light inevitably collided and came to a stop. Compared to the torrent composed of countless points of light, these rash points of light were completely unremarkable. Yet this seemingly insignificant jam triggered a chain reaction, much like falling dominoes. The entire orderly torrent came to a halt, looking as if someone had pressed pause on a remote control, freezing the frame.
The points of light shifted from motion to stillness, rubbing and squeezing against each other. Each point of light endured the boundless pressure brought by the sudden stop, warping successively and nearing the point of rupture. Coupled with the inciting push from the Qi of Chaos, for a moment there was a strong tendency for everything to collapse into scattered sand. Yet, there is a natural order among all things: where there is destruction there is life, and even a certain death sentence holds a glimmer of survival. The kinetic energy generated between the rubbing points of light met the aggressive Qi of Chaos, converging into an indescribable mighty force. That mighty force transformed into a bolt of gray lightning, rushing toward an unremarkable soap bubble not far away.
Obviously, the virtue of a mere soap bubble naturally could not prevent the gray lightning from forcing itself upon it. After offering symbolic resistance, it was entered at the soul level. The surrounding soap bubbles scattered far and wide, signaling their unwillingness to witness such a dirty live broadcast. Yet the gray lightning refused to let them go, dispersing like white light passing through a triangular prism into countless fine currents imperceptible to the naked eye, spreading to all the soap bubbles. For a moment, the entire Chaos Void trembled.
Facing the panting soap bubbles, the gray lightning was very satisfied. My harem should be just like this, bestowing dew and rain evenly upon all!
Everything then returned to peace. The soap bubbles dared not complain, silently gritting their teeth as they entangled once more, beginning to rub together, huddling for warmth to emit light and heat. Throughout the entire process, aside from tens of thousands of funny fellows named Creator Gods being choked to death, and seven or eight hundred promising youths called Demiurgos being frightened out of their minds, everything else was just fine.
Truly a joyous occasion, a joyous occasion!
On Earth, in China, in OO City, XX Province, inside the men's restroom at the far end of the left turn on the second floor of a private hospital. Duke, over twenty and not yet thirty, sat on the toilet, sighing and lamenting how truly difficult life was. Hanging beside him was his white coat, with three silver-shimmering characters plated onto his chest badge: Proctology Department!
As the saying goes, a man fears entering the wrong profession, and a woman fears marrying the wrong man!
Duke vaguely remembered a summer during high school when he had diarrhea and went to the hospital for an IV drip. In the restroom, he overheard a conversation among three doctors, and this is what they had to say at the time.
"Internal medicine isn't popular anymore; dentistry is what makes the most money! Nowadays people, regardless of gender or age, just love to eat. From things that fly in the sky to things that swim in the water, there's nothing they won't eat, and if they miss a single meal, their whole body feels uncomfortable. So, to cater to that mouth of theirs, they're willing to spend any amount of money."
"No way, plastic surgery is what makes money! The love of beauty is universal, and among those with a bit of ambition, who hasn't had a few cuts on their face? A single knife down, kicking out the original spouse to marry into wealth is not a dream! I hear it can even prolong life, though I don't know if it's true or false. At the very worst, finding a job gives you an advantage over others. Let me tell you, making money in plastic surgery is just like robbing a bank, we can't compete with that envy!"
"Crap! Ophthalmology is what makes the most money! This is the foundation, and it never goes on sale anywhere in the world!"
"Right, right, right, this makes money, this makes money!"
"Yeah, yeah! We just entered the wrong profession back then!"
Even though their voices were very low, they were still heard 'crystal clearly' by Duke, whose ears were perked up. The last doctor's words made him feel deeply convinced. When you lose connection with your sphincter, let alone Bingbing treating you to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, even if aliens invade Earth, they'd still have to let me squat for a while first. Although diarrhea was treated by gastroenterology, Duke, who could no longer feel his sphincter, declared that the proctology doctor was right. That last doctor spoke the truth; this was the root. Dentistry and plastic surgery were both fleeting clouds that couldn't save the world.
So Duke cast aside his laziness, studied hard and made progress every day from then on, eventually staging a counterattack as an academic achiever and successfully being admitted to medical school. Gritting his teeth, he abandoned the gynecological department he yearned for so much, and resolutely threw himself into the embrace of the proctology department, all for the bright prospect of making money... ah, no! For the sake of saving the foundation of tens of millions of living beings.
From then on, Duke embarked on his tragic proctology career!
When I was reincarnated, I must have chosen purgatory mode, otherwise how could clearing the level be so difficult?!
Duke, already trapped in the pit, had no choice. After graduation, he begged everyone he could and finally squeezed into a private hospital. He worked himself to the bone without a complaint, and before turning thirty, he had become the number three figure in the department, even though the entire proctology department only had three doctors...
The two ranking ahead of Duke were the pot-bellied head of the proctology department and the balding deputy head. Their medical skills were so high that they had reached the level of barely managing not to kill their patients, so the entire proctology department relied on Duke to prop it up just to avoid losing money. But who asked them to have chosen easy mode when they were reincarnated? These two men were respectively the boss's oldest uncle and second uncle, playing cards at work and knocking boots after work. Compared to them, Duke was simply a tragedy.
A few days ago, the department head was out socializing, drinking continuously for seven days, and successfully drank his way to a gastroptosis plus alcohol poisoning. He was still in the emergency room, and even when wheeled out, he would only be covered with a white sheet. After grieving for three seconds, Duke got excited. Why? Because the deputy head was about to be promoted to department head, which meant he would immediately become the deputy head!
With a promotion and a salary raise, he would marry a wealthy, beautiful woman, and wait for the balding man to also drink his way to gastroptosis so that he could rise to department head. After becoming the head of the proctology department, he would once again wait for the hospital director to get gastroptosis, at which point he would become CEO, reach the peak of his life, and dominate the proctology... medical world! Just thinking about it made him a little excited.
Pity that the fantasy was perfect, while reality was cruel. Like a bolt from the blue, a new deputy head was parachuted in—he was the boss's third uncle...
His setbacks in the workplace did not bring him success in romance. Duke, who remained a single dog to this day, expressed that the sphincter truly harmed people deeply. Thirty consecutive blind dates had all ended in failure. At first, the girls on the blind dates learned he was a doctor, and the way they looked at him was like a dog seeing shit... No, like a garou seeing fresh meat, glowing faintly as they all rushed to exchange numbers and add him on WeChat. But once they found out he was a proctology doctor, their attitude instantly made a 180-degree turn, claiming they had gone out in a rush, hadn't washed their faces yet, and left their phones at home, making it impossible to exchange numbers or add WeChat.
Who are you trying to kid! Who doesn't carry their phone when going out nowadays? What difference is there between going out without a phone and not wearing clothes! Besides, even without a phone, you can still exchange numbers and add WeChat. Miss, we can add WeChat and chat first!
Having given up hope on blind dates, Duke didn't harbor any expectations of finding a nurse sister in the hospital either. The saying "the water pavilion gets the moonlight first" simply did not exist for him.
Why? The junior nurses throughout the entire hospital all knew what the proctology department was like. The pink nurse sisters all stated that Doctor Duke possessed superb medical skills and was a peerless expert in the proctology field when treating patients, but... but it was also too disgusting! They simply couldn't get along at all!
The nurse sisters vowed solemnly that compared to Doctor Duke, who inserted things... Doctor Li from the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department was much better! Even though he wasn't handsome, he had a supercar! Even though his medical skills weren't great, he had a luxury mansion! Even though his build was average and he reportedly lacked stamina, he was the boss's son!
Fine! Duke finally discovered his life's greatest enemy—the boss. The oldest uncle, second uncle, third uncle, and son; this entire family of the boss was simply his nemesis, born precisely to plague him!
Just as Duke was sighing with emotion and regretting his past choices, the light bulb overhead went out.
Lamenting the helplessness of life, even the boss's restroom light had started bullying him. Raising his head, Duke froze. Above him was pitch darkness; forget the restroom light, even the ceiling was gone, leaving a pitch-black void. Unlike the dark night, even the universe still had stars emitting light! This kind of darkness was pure to the absolute extreme, so extreme that even light could be captured and sucked away by it. It was clearly a black hole.
"Shit, did aliens really invade Earth?" Duke wore a blank expression, discovering that the words he spoke out loud produced no sound at all, having been entirely sucked away by this black hole.
"Aliens opened a wormhole and invaded Earth, and I'm the first to discover it... Could it be... could it be that the proctology department really can save Earth?" The dazed Duke let his imagination run wild, and could not help recalling his runs beneath the setting sun back then—that was his lost youth.
A bolt of gray lightning slowly struck from within the black hole. Regaining his wits, Duke hurriedly stood up, but unexpectedly, his mind was completely unable to control his body at this moment, unable to even twitch a pinky finger. Unable to even blink, Duke could only watch as the lightning slowly landed right on top of his head...
Well, it tingled a bit!
With a booming crash! The entire hospital shook three times. Medical staff and patients who thought it was an earthquake discovered that the building only quaked a few times before searching around, until they found a censored pile of charred carbon inside the second-floor men's restroom.
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