Do you think there’s something wrong with me?

"Doctor, do you think I’m sick?"

Sitting opposite Mo Bai, Dr. Zhao gave a polite but awkward smile. "Of course you’re sick."

"If you weren’t sick, why would you come see a psychiatrist like me?"

Mo Bai retorted, "But what if I’m just looking for trouble?"

Dr. Zhao raised his hand, cutting Mo Bai off. "Then I should remind you, my service charges by the minute—fifty yuan per minute."

Mo Bai fell silent.

"Fine, I really do have something wrong," Mo Bai admitted, beginning to describe his condition. "Dr. Zhao, you don’t know. Lately, I keep seeing strange things above people’s heads..."

Dr. Zhao jotted down a note. "What kind of things specifically?"

"Uh," Mo Bai paused, then said seriously, "I can see people’s ingredients."

"For example, white river dolphin, Walmart plastic bag, goblin, rice spirit, things like that."

Dr. Zhao’s interest was piqued. "So what ingredients do I have?"

"Well..." Mo Bai glanced at him and replied expressionlessly, "Quack doctor."

Dr. Zhao was speechless.

He clapped his hands in admiration. "You’re quite accurate."

Mo Bai was baffled. "Hey! Is it really okay for you to call yourself a quack? I’m about to pay you! Don’t make me report you!"

"Calm down, kid. I’ve got people above me… cough, cough." Dr. Zhao cleared his throat and moved the conversation along. "That’s not important. How long has this been going on?"

"It started this morning," Mo Bai said, puzzled. "The moment I stepped out, I saw it—a bunch of green text flashing before my eyes, like the stock market."

"Doctor, do you think this is serious?"

"I’m dying, dying..."

"What?!" Mo Bai was shocked. "How am I dying?!"

"Oh, relax—it’s not you. You mentioned the stock market, and I couldn't help but check it." Dr. Zhao adjusted his glasses and put down his phone, muttering, "Just a technical correction. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid..."

Mo Bai stared.

Was this doctor reliable?

"Let’s get back to your condition," Dr. Zhao summarized professionally. "It’s just a fantasy, nothing serious. I meet several cases like yours every day."

"Some say there’s an evil god sealed in their eyes, some claim their hands hold command spells to summon heroic spirits, and the most outrageous one came in waving a magic wand, trying to transform into a magical girl."

"So compared to them, doesn’t your condition seem much less severe?"

Mo Bai shook his head. "No, I still think it’s pretty serious. Just now, right before my eyes, the ‘quack doctor’ over your head changed from white to green..."

"And there were upgrade effects, too."

"That’s... actually pretty serious," Dr. Zhao crossed his legs, speaking casually. "Is it anime-related?"

"No," Mo Bai replied honestly. "I just watch anime, but I’m not an anime fanatic."

"That is an anime fanatic," Dr. Zhao smiled. "Let me guess, did you binge some series recently and get lost in the fantasy?"

"Like 'Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions,' 'Code Geass,' 'Magical Girl Something'?"

"None of those," Mo Bai said, savoring the memory. "Recently, I rewatched 'Clannad.' It was quite rewarding."

"Ah," Dr. Zhao straightened up. "So you’re an old-school anime fan."

"That means you don’t have a little sister, right?"

"No," Mo Bai coughed. "I do. She’s my real sister."

Dr. Zhao looked at him with solemn respect. "Pervert."

Mo Bai was dumbfounded.

"I’m leaving! I really am!" Mo Bai sprang to his feet. "I’ve never suffered such humiliation!"

"Don’t rush off, young man, the therapy isn’t over. Here, have some iced tea to cool down."

Mo Bai watched as Dr. Zhao grabbed a bottle of iced tea with prison-inspired colors, pouring him a full glass with white foam floating on top.

Mo Bai hesitated.

Better not drink it. He feared he’d turn into a prisoner if he did.

"Since you’re an old-school anime fan, that explains it," Dr. Zhao tapped his own head. "You’re just under some stress lately, causing your mind to overload. Combined with the media you’ve consumed, it’s created these pressure-relieving hallucinations."

Mo Bai asked, "How do I treat it?"

"It’s simple," Dr. Zhao smiled. "A prayer will help a lot."

Mo Bai was furious. "Quack! Quack!"

"I’m reporting you..."

"I can send you some resources to assist your prayers."

"You’re a great doctor!" Mo Bai smoothly exchanged contact information with Dr. Zhao. "I feel much better already. The treatment is over."

"You’re a miracle worker!"

"Of course, I’m known for being quick," Dr. Zhao waved his payment code. "We’ve talked for ten minutes. That’s five hundred yuan. Cash or scan?"

"I’ll use a card," Mo Bai beamed, handing over a card emblazoned with, ‘XX Ancestral Therapy—Three Free Sessions.’

Dr. Zhao stared.

So this old-school anime fan came prepared!

With a serious face, he said, "Young man, your condition is severe. I recommend multiple sessions; at least four rounds to be safe."

Mo Bai gratefully shook Dr. Zhao’s hand. "Got it. Four prayers at home."

"Thank you for your advice, Dr. Zhao. I won’t keep you. I’m leaving!"

Dr. Zhao tried to stop him. "No, you can’t leave."

He stood up, and just as Mo Bai feared he’d pull out a butcher’s knife and howl, Dr. Zhao quietly took a box of kidney supplements from the cabinet, looking at Mo Bai expectantly.

"Youth, can your body handle so many prayers? Here, I have kidney supplements. Want to buy?"

Mo Bai was speechless.

"Nice."

...

On the street, Mo Bai casually found a bench and sat down.

[Quack doctor ingredient concentration increased]

[Acquired green concentration quack doctor ability]

That’s right. It wasn’t Mo Bai’s mind that had a problem—this world was the one that was messed up.

He’d gained a cheat.

A tool that could analyze people’s ingredients.

For example...

Mo Bai randomly selected a passerby, clicked to check ingredients, and immediately saw the breakdown:

[Scanning ingredients]

[Ingredients found: Goblin (green), group spammer (green), smelly-feet forum member (white), lolicon (blue), Paradox Interactive war criminal (green)]

Looking at it this way, even though Mo Bai didn’t know this guy at all, seeing his ingredients was enough to know what kind of person he was.

Lolicon and Paradox war criminal—this guy’s got some issues. Execution recommended, and definitely not with the smallest caliber, lest he enjoy it.

Ingredients had concentrations, which were color grades. Ordinary people's ingredients were usually white or green; sometimes, those with long-standing traits could reach blue... Wait, what?

Mo Bai squinted. "Hiss..."

Sure enough, that lolicon should just be executed.

More importantly, any ingredient whose concentration increased due to Mo Bai’s actions could become his ability.

Like the quack doctor ability he’d just acquired from Dr. Zhao.

[Name: Quack Doctor’s Scalpel]

[Concentration: Green]

[Effect: When holding a knife-like tool, the ability activates. Cutting will randomly create a wound somewhere on the body, never at the intended spot.]

[Doctor, it seems the leg you’re operating on isn’t the one that needs surgery…]

This ability, in a way, had a certain grotesque beauty.

Carelessly slicing fruit could result in slashing one's own throat, bleeding out from self-inflicted wounds.

But if such unreliable ingredients, combined with the green concentration, could produce supernatural abilities, this cheat might have a promising future.

And since things like this existed, there was a good chance this world had other supernatural elements.

He could seek out people with complex ingredients, cultivate the ones that looked powerful, and rise alongside them.

Become a hero of justice, save the world from disaster, and after death, transform into a gacha card draining otaku wallets…

The thought of such a future made Mo Bai laugh uncontrollably.

But as he was lost in his own amusement, he suddenly heard a heavy and dangerous roar.

"Huh?"

Mo Bai turned around and saw an iron beast charging toward him—a six-axle semi-trailer, old and caked in mud, its massive cargo as intimidating as nine dragons dragging a coffin.

It barreled at him like an unstoppable monster.

So sudden, so unexpected.

In that instant, Mo Bai thought: Heaven is jealous of my cheat and sent a transmigrator’s happy truck to take my life.

Neither his speed nor his mass could counter it; the newly awakened cheat was useless, and the quack doctor power seemed an ill-timed joke.

There wasn’t even time to accept his fate.

But...

Just as if it were scripted, the semi grazed past Mo Bai’s body and hurtled by.

Then, with a sickening crash, it ran over a girl standing behind him.

"Bang!!!"

He heard the impact between the truck’s cab and something solid, the teeth-grinding screech of friction.

Steel howled in agony.

Amidst it, he could faintly hear the girl gasping for breath.

"Eh?"

Mo Bai turned, utterly confused. So he wasn’t the one hit?

And why was he seeing pink, heart-shaped effects rising from the smoking truck cab?