I Can Make Pills, but I'm Delicate

After the protagonist, a master alchemist, blew up his furnace, he transmigrated into the body of a doomsday damsel in distress.

The damsel had no special abilities and had once relied on B to survive.

After B was bitten by a zombie, the damsel abandoned him and went to find his uncle, the strongest esper in the North.

The protagonist happened to transmigrate at the very moment the damsel was trying to seduce the uncle.

Twelve icicles had already gathered around the uncle, ready to stab the protagonist into a human pincushion in an instant.

The protagonist spun around on the spot, then gracefully collapsed beside the uncle, one hand clutching his pant leg.

"Ah, I'm so frail..."

He fainted in front of the uncle.

Uncle: ...

*

Extra! Extra! The big shot at the Northern Base has been taken by a powerless damsel!

The people at the base were shocked:

"The big shot is definitely just playing around. He'll dump the damsel in a few days."

"I heard the big shot can't control his powers, so he needs someone to transfer his energy. You know what I mean."

"The damsel won't last a month."

But the people waited and waited, and the damsel still wasn't dumped.

Instead, everyone who had badmouthed the damsel grew green hair all over their bodies!

A lush green prairie atop every head.

Big shot: "Did you do this?"

The damsel sobbed. "I didn't. I'm so frail. Don't frame me."

Big shot: ...

*

B, who had been bitten by a zombie, became a half-zombie. He heard that his uncle often bullied the damsel, and was worried.

His damsel was so frail. He swore he would take him back.

When the damsel saw B, he buried his face in the hollow of his uncle's shoulder. "Sob, he's so ugly. Make him go away."

The uncle kissed the damsel on the cheek fondly. "All right."

B was dumbfounded: Is this right?

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