Almighty Magician Doctor

chapter 3

Eric was very angry and frustrated because Collins lied about him. He killed him and even framed him. He was on the elevator, heading to the receptionist. As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, there stood Collins and Lydia, giggling beside each other.

The moment they saw Eric, their laughter died. They stood frozen, ice and shock evident in their wide eyes.

Eric gazed at them for a few moments, then scoffed and walked out. Instinctively, they stepped backward.

Lydia stammered, "E... Eric?".

He smiled, "Yeah, it's me. Any problem?"

She scanned him from head to toe, searching for the bruises they had inflicted on him. Collins gulped, eyes darting around nervously. "You... I remember...".

Eric chuckled. "You remember killing me? Huh? Are you shocked to see a ghost?"

Lydia and Collins exchanged glances, But Seeing that he was perfectly fine, they convinced themselves they had overreacted.

Collins scoffed, regaining some of his composure. "Killed you? You are standing right here, breathing. Stop with the nonsense."

Collins then added, "Even if you did die, that’s none of our business. We wouldn’t care less."

Lydia chimed in, "You dying would just mean one less piece of garbage in the world."

Eric nodded, as he turned to Lydia. He was shocked because this wasn't the lady he dated for three years.

"You are so horrible."

Lydia sneered. "The one living a horrible life is you… a pathetic fellow. You even plagiarized someone else’s plan."

Eric's jaw clenched. He couldn't believe they were shoving this lie in his face. "What?! You know that plan is mine!"

Collins smirked, crossing his arms. "No, it is mine. I said it is mine, so just accept the truth." Eric's fists tightened. "The truth is that you are framing me!".

Lydia rolled her eyes, stepping closer. "Why are you so angry? Even if you were framed, you don’t deserve that plan. You are just a lowlife nobody."

Collins snickered. "Exactly. A loser trying to climb higher than his worth. It's pathetic."

Lydia scoffed, tilting her head mockingly. “ You thought you could be something with your dirty life. huh?".

Eric was so angry and said, "Maybe I should tell everyone how you cheated on me… screwing in my own bathroom."

Lydia’s smirk faltered, her eyes widening slightly. The public hearing that will put them in trouble.

But Collins was quicker. He suddenly shouted. "Everyone! Look at this pathetic excuse of a doctor! He plagiarized a plan and submitted it as his own for a promotion!".

Heads turned. People nearby—doctors, nurses, even patients—paused, their attention snapping toward the scene.

They were shocked that it was Eric.

"Eric? Plagiarized?".

"Isn't that serious? But how could he?".

"Didn't he have a solid reputation?".

Eric clenched his fist, he wanted to punch him, but he knew he shouldn't act rashly.

Collins Even added, “You know, he is a very poor man, and would do anything for promotion and high salaries, that's how horrible he is!”.

Right, in his presence, Eric watched how they damaged his reputation!.

Consumed by rage, Eric wished something would happen to Collins. Since he couldn’t physically do anything.

Then, a voice resonated in his head.

[Curse knowledge surfacing….]

…

Eric's eyes widened as something sensation surged through him. He didn’t know where it came from, but suddenly, his mind was flooded with curses—ancient and powerful ones. Latin, Greek, Africa, Asian, and American curses filled his head.

He chose the one he wanted.

Eric focused his gaze on Collins, then muttered.

"Maledictum excidiens! Fortuna adversa te sequatur!”. It was A Latin Divine curse.

Collins snickered. "What the hell are you mumbling, i***t?".

But then, the chaos began.

First, Collins turned abruptly—only to accidentally grab a passing woman's chest.

SMACK!

A loud, resounding slap echoed through the hallway.

"You p*****t!" the woman yelled.

Collins stumbled back, clutching his face in shock.

Before he could recover, a light fixture above him suddenly loosened.

CRASH!

Glass and metal came hurtling down, directly at him. barely missing him.

He yelped, dodging just in time. only for the elevator doors behind him to malfunction and slam into his shoulder.

"Agh!" Collins howled, staggering forward. He tried to stand straight, and recover, when he slipped, with his legs, taking different directions.

Tearrrr.

His trousers, also, his pants, tore open at the most unfortunate place—right over his groin. Showing his d**k.

Everyone found this amusing. They all burst into laughter. How could someone encounter such an unfortunate series in such a short time.

Lydia's face turned pale as she took a step back, eyes wide with disbelief. "W-What the hell is going on with you?!".

Collins, red-faced and humiliated, desperately tried to cover himself, “I don't f*****g know!”.

With the entire hospital staff laughing at him, Collins had no choice but to flee.

He bolted toward the exit, his hands gripping his torn trousers as laughter and whispers followed him. Lydia also rushed after him.

Eric, watching the scene unfold, smirked. He was surprised how effectively the curse worked. His anger disappeared. Because, now, he knew he had the power to take revenge!.

“I must learn more how this work”, He told himself .