As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime - Chapter 147 - Heading to San Lorenzo

When the rifts between worlds opened, countless monsters flooded through, engulfing human cities and plunging the world into chaos. Faced with this apocalyptic crisis, humanity was forced into a new era where every individual had to choose a profession. Nations now compete to cultivate elite practitioners, striving for supremacy in the rankings of alternate world conquests.But as the world teeters on the brink, the first and greatest champion awakens after a million years of slumber—armed with untold buff amassed from his millennia of AFK grinding.The bosses of the otherworld tremble in fear. Global T0-ranked powerhouses bow down, offering their loyalty...[Disclaimer: Here countries fight against each other and this is adapted into a Manhua.][Schedule: 2 Chapters/Day]

I was the one who boosted your rank. Yet you stabbed me in the back? Fine. Goodbye. I’m taking it back. You’re finished now. Thanks to you, I now have an abundance of skill points for a prosperous hunter life. But… after spending some of those points, the S-Rank is starting to get obsessed with me…?

Shen Zhixian transmigrated into a book as a cannon fodder master who hatefully severed his disciple’s spirit root. This disciple fell into the devil’s path and returned to make mincemeat out of him.

Shen Zhixian just happened to transmigrate into the last moment of the master’s captivity, and then he was reborn again.

After rebirth, he devoted himself to fostering and supporting his disciple, only to discover later that his disciple was also reborn.

Even worse, the disciple still retained the memory of his life before rebirth.

Shen Zhixian: …Disturbed.

Afterward, he realized one truth: Being a master is a high-risk occupation. Not trivial at all!

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At dawn.The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...A lantern bearer strolled forward.