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Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby. As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-"Sacrifice", in the new game "GODSLAYER" upon the game's launch day. John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character. Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest. After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood! [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ... After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil! A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder: [Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!] ---------------------- WSA 2023 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

White_Ink · Fantasy
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Chapter203-Giving You a Chance to Call for Help (2nd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!)

John locked eyes with Nicholas, and Nicholas returned the gaze. 

Their glances intersected and understanding flashed in Nicholas's eyes. 

He gestured dismissively at Scarface, "Didn't you hear Mr. Foster's request? What are you waiting for?"

Scarface quickly stepped forward, drawing from behind a club as thick as a baby's arm. 

It was baffling how he managed to conceal such a hefty stick on him. 

Well, one could say, people in his line of work have their ways.

Approaching Eric, Scarface motioned his men to pin Eric's right hand onto the table. 

Eric's desperate struggles intensified; sheer terror rendered him almost senseless. 

His only resort was to continually shout his father's name, hoping these men would consider Timothy King's influence and spare his hand. 

But, alas, it was all in vain.

His hand was firmly pressed onto the table, unable to break free.