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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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Chapter338-Farewell, Shadowswift

The following day, after a wild night, John was awakened from his sleep by the ringing of his phone. 

Groggily, he picked it up and found an unfamiliar number displayed. 

However, he'd seen this number the night before — the very number that had sent him a message.

Upon answering, the calm voice of Shadowswift echoed, "I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. John. It's Shadowswift. We met last night at the opera…"

Instantly alert, John sat up, the vestiges of sleep entirely banished from his face. "I know. I saw you there last night."

Shadowswift responded with a soft chuckle, "Might you have some time this morning, Mr. John? I'd like to meet. There are matters best discussed face-to-face."

Glancing at Amelia, who was still deep in slumber, resembling a peaceful baby, John replied with a light smile, "Of course…"

Having settled on a meeting spot, he hung up the phone. 

Just then, Amelia began to stir.