My Fated Mate Can Have Her - Chapter 183: A New Face II

He doesn’t have a name, a face, or a place in the story—except to guide others to their “happy endings.” For thousands of loops, he’s endured heartbreak, despair, and the crushing reset of the world every time something goes wrong. He’s memorized every line, every trigger, every rule: no deaths, no interference, no breaking the script.But Loop 1,204 feels different. The world isn’t punishing him for stepping off the path. Suddenly, he can change things—rewrite relationships, alter destinies, maybe even reclaim his own existence. But with freedom comes uncertainty, and the looming threat of the loop snapping shut once more.Can he finally break the cycle and find his own ending, or will the world reset around him one last, merciless time?

“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…

A law professor hiding his origin.A student who falls for him.And one secret that ties them both to the Marino name.Falling in war.Jace Marino lives two lives. Respected law professor by day, mafia heir by blood. He swore he’d left his family’s world behind, until a quiet student named Julian Pole walks into his class and turns everything upside down.Julian thinks he’s just fallen for the wrong man until he discovers the truth. Jace isn’t just his professor. He’s a Marino. And now Julian’s caught between love, lies, and one of the most dangerous families in New York

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.