The World Went Mad from the Start, But Luckily I Can Cure It

[A touch of Lovecraftian horror, no System but with a cheat ability]

I’m the youngest psychiatrist in all of China. People say I can understand the insane. Only I know that I don’t just understand them, I truly get them. After all, I’m not exactly normal myself.

One day during rounds, a patient who had been in a vegetative state for three months without moving used my phone to write three words in blood: “Kill me.”

The next second, gray fog seeped from his body, and every patient on the floor screamed at once.

It wasn’t until a group of people in black uniforms kicked down the ward door that I learned the truth about this world:

Mental illness wasn’t an illness. It was the Gray Realm seeping in.

People in vegetative states weren’t asleep. Their consciousness had been dragged into the abyss.

The shadows no one else could see were mutated creatures crawling out of hell!

Everyone was terrified to even talk about the Gray Realm. I was the exception.

A mass of gray fog had lived in my mind since birth.

Others were driven mad in an instant by mental contamination. I was immune to every poison.

Others fought mutated creatures with guns and cannons. I could see the core of their obsession at a glance.

Others entered the Gray Realm and never came back. I picked up memory fragments there and spent them like pocket money.

They said I was humanity’s last hope, a natural nemesis of the Gray Realm.

I smiled.

I’m no savior.

I’m just a doctor.

Whether it’s a person, a ghost, or the world itself, if it’s sick, it needs treatment.