MTL - Almighty Game Designer (Almighty Video Game Designer) - Chapter 85 The story of a text adventure game

Young and skilled warrior Jincheon finds himself at the heart of chaos when his hometown is suddenly attacked. Amid brutal and deadly battles, he faces an impossible choice – life or death.Surrounded by the flashing, glowing swords of his bodyguards and the shadows of the attackers, Jincheon desperately searches for an escape, only to realize that in this world, there are no easy answers. As he tries to flee through the kitchen of a small, strange, and unusually dark inn, he discovers an even greater danger: the exit is hidden, and the only way out is through a dirty, old drain.But his path is not so simple. Along the way, he encounters a mysterious man whose intentions remain unclear, but who seems to know exactly how to help Jincheon. With time running out and death looming ever closer, Jincheon must decide whether to trust this stranger or face even greater dangers alone.How far is he willing to go to survive? And who will turn out to be an ally, and who an enemy, when every step is a battle between life and death?

Inexplicably reborn in the year 2003, having failed terribly in his previous life, the prevailing concern with Xu Tingsheng, that stands above all else, is none other than her. But alas, he is just months away from entering university, while she is but in her first year of junior high… Regarding this, all he can do is wait silently…for now.

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?