[Supernatural Apocalypse + Dark Comedy + Alchemist + System + Lovecraftian Horror]
Liu Mang transmigrated into a bizarre world crawling with monsters, where from the start he inherited a rundown potion shop.
[Ding! Abyssal Alchemist System bound! Please prepare a healing potion for your first patient, Miss “Androphobia Succubus”!]
Staring at the ridiculous ingredient listed in the recipe, “a succubus's sincere tears,” Liu Mang fell into deep thought.
The potions he brewed always had effects that were a little... off-target:
Calm a bloodvine? It got so excited that it started shaking its hips!
Treat androphobia? The succubus sobbed and begged to become sworn brothers with him!
Set a defensive trap? The paralyzing mist made intruders sink into a bizarre, blissful hallucination!
He'd thought he could just keep his head down and sell fake medicine in an alley. But the potions were so potent that his reputation soon spread.
A polluted sewer, a weeping gargoyle, a flesh-and-blood stitched abomination... The orders grew more and more outrageous.
Even cultists of the Outer Gods came to his door: “Master, please make me a poison potent enough to kill an Old God!”
Liu Mang: “??? I'm just a potion seller!”
Then one day, a plague from the Raven's Nest engulfed the city, and the nobles of the inner city showed their fangs...
Looking at the latest concoction in his hand, its ominous glow able to corrode the void, Liu Mang smiled amiably.
“Maybe... with a little something extra, I could poison the whole apocalypse?”
