An overworked emergency doctor from Earth breathes his last in a cold, fluorescent-lit hospital corridor… only to awaken in a world teetering on the edge of industrial and magical revolution.
This is a realm where sailing ships drift across uncharted oceans, but steam engines remain a whispered dream. Divine light from the Radiant Lord bathes the continent, while distant nations are ruled by monarchs propped up by ancient churches and cunning mages. Elves, dwarves, vampires, and dragons are not myths, but active participants in the ever-unfolding tapestry of this world.
Now occupying the body of Garrett, a young city guard, the doctor from Earth finds himself caught between two identities. Though the world thinks him a green recruit, his hands move with the precision of someone who’s sutured countless wounds under harsh fluorescent lights. When his captain is nearly disemboweled, Garrett calmly asks for his tools—not to pray, but to sew.
Teammate: “His guts are out! He’s dying!”
Garrett: “Hold him steady. I need to stitch layer by layer—epithelium, muscle, fascia—then cast your healing spell on the stitched areas, not before.”
Teammate: “…You’re not right in the head.”
But it’s not Garrett’s life experience driving him—it’s like a database of surgical knowledge embedded into the mind of a teenager. He has no bedside manner, no weathered calm of a veteran physician—just raw technique and an inexplicable drive to bring modern medicine to a world of miracles.
His dream? Not conquest or kingship—but a hospital. Still, the road to building one will pit him against fanatical clergy, political intrigue, and the dark secrets that linger beneath the veneer of holy order.
Is he a divine healer, a heretic, or something stranger?
Whatever the answer, one thing’s certain—he’s not the same Garrett they once knew.
