The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal - Chapter 302: Rivals in Love, Especially Jealous

Raziel died a saint, slaughtered in his own cathedral the moment a Player fell from the sky, labeled his world a “Server,” and reduced him to nothing more than a prologue NPC.His final act of faith didn’t stop the massacre... but it did shatter the rules of the Game.[ITEM USED: RESURRECTION TOKEN][INITIATING REGRESSION PROTOCOL…][SAVE POINT FOUND: 4 YEARS BEFORE THE PLAYER ARRIVAL]Raziel wakes up in his fifteen-year-old body, memories fragmented, but with one absolute certainty: the Game Over is inevitable.To the Church, he remains the perfect novice; to the Player, he is just another NPC.But this time, he will wield his faith like a heretical System: recruiting the future sacrificial lambs, twisting miracles into weapons, and becoming the Hidden Boss of the very world that once discarded him.If this world sees him as mere filler... Raziel will turn his faith into the heresy that crashes the Server.

“In a land far to the east, there exists a strange store that has rejected a three Michelin star rating multiple times.

You’re a struggling young doctor, barely making ends meet with a measly $2000 monthly income. Life’s pressures and trials weigh heavily upon you!But lo and behold! One fine morning, you wake up to find yourself equipped with some sort of cheat codes…You’re scheduled for an appendectomy, so you roll up your sleeves and get ready to explore the abdominal terrain:You touch the cecum: “Cecum: Healthy!”You palpate the colon: “Colon: All clear!”You reach the appendix: “Appendix: It’s an inflamed, pus-filled appendix monster, level 15, rare creature. Recommendation: Perform an appendectomy!”With a decisive hand, you wield your scalpel and skillfully remove the troublesome appendix.“Ding! Rare appendix monster eliminated! Rewards: +100 experience in appendectomy, +$100, and a shiny white suture needle!”And thus, your journey begins as an emergency surgeon. But remember, with great healing powers comes great responsibility!

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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