The Promise Sealed with Our Lips - Chapter 92

In a world where every profession has its own system, one's fate is determined by the job they awaken. Reynard Vale was cursed with the weakest profession—Unskilled Laborer—a dead-end path with no future. Mocked, powerless, and abandoned, he saw no way out.But on the night he chose to end it all, the system intervened.[Congratulations! You have awakened the hidden profession: Jobmaster (SSS-Class)!]Now, with the ability to learn, switch, and master any profession, Reynard is no longer bound by limitations. From boxer to librarian, investigator to world leader—every skill, every class, and every power is his to wield.The world that once looked down on him will soon bow before the ultimate professional.

“He is the entertainment king who is in charge of everything. Been single for years, he had zero scandal. One day, a woman and a girl turned his life upside down.

The little cutie held him tight, not letting go. “”Handsome uncle, you look very much like the daddy I have lost for many years!”” Huo Yunshen felt depressed. “Me? Daddy?!”

The little cutie proudly pulled her mommy over, “”Mommy, I have found a long-term meal ticket for you, handsome and gullible.””

Xu Xiyan smiled at the elegant man.

Recalling the accident five years ago, his face sank. “”How dare you steal my DNA?””

She laughed. “”Not steal, just borrow!”” The man took her in his arms and warned in a dangerous tone, “”Woman, should I get what’s mine back, with interest?””

She stood on her toes. “”Yeah, how about another baby?”””

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.