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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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Chapter291-The New Auction

Lifting the drink that bore a resemblance to orange juice, John took a delicate sip. 

The taste was genuinely impressive, lacking the tanginess associated with real-world orange juice, instead offering a hint of mild sweetness. 

"Miss Isabella's craftsmanship is commendable. Even if you were to leave Dawn Breeze Auction House, I reckon you could thrive running your own beverage store and make quite the fortune."

Flattered by John's praise, Isabella's face displayed a perfectly balanced blush, "Mr. Galewind, always the jester. My creations are crafted from the most ordinary fruits in this game world, producing beverages with no bonus effects. Who would be interested in such plain fare?"

John replied with a soft smile, neither confirming nor denying her self-deprecating words. 

After finishing his drink and sharing some light banter, Isabella cleared the table of utensils, packing away her mixology tools into her backpack.