[Rock Climbing] [Cthulhu] [Medical Kindness] [Changing Human King] [Creating Ethnic Groups] [Building Cliff Dwelling] [Survival] [Disaster] [Thousands of Races Struggle for Hegemony]
Ten Thousand Peoples Mountains Survive. Some people come to rich lands, while others fall into cliffs and abyss.
But without exception, they were all climbing downwards. Only I looked up and stepped into the crazy starry sky.
As for who I am? I'm just a doctor.
Although they say I am a madman, a monster, and the king of human transformation.
But that's really unjust, I swear. I'm just better at... Remodeling. Cut open the lesions, suture the abnormalities, and reshape the dying body into a shape more suitable for this damn mountain.
Later I discovered that just treating people is not enough. My mountain is so barren, there is nothing.
So I started to manage the mountains. Modify bugs to secrete minerals; modify plants to cover the wind and snow; modify beasts to become my followers.
I threw them into the gap between dreams and reality, watching them multiply, evolve, and worship my shadow.
They call me the Creator, and I think they are more sensible than humans.
When the tribes at the foot of the mountain built temples, flesh and blood organs sprouted from the nests on the cliffs, and the altars in the abyss were engraved with runes.
Every upgrade route I take comes from the belief of a civilization.
Therefore, all races covet my creations, and gods and demons overlook my territory.
As I opened my notebook, she was whispering, "It's time for a house call, doctor."
Then I put on the beak mask, looked at those aloof beings, and asked softly:
"Who comes first?"
I am a doctor. Gover people, govern mountains, and govern gods. Wait in line to register, change the person and expedite it. Warm reminder: This clinic supports medical trouble, but after the trouble, you may no longer be a human being.
