MTL - Nine Realms Sword Master - Chapter 131 Grievances ended

Novie entered the confession cubicle and kneel down, she wanted to tell someone about her feelings, the pain and confusion that’s been tormenting her heart.
Minutes later, the opposite cubicle opened and Novie saw a man in a priest clothing sat down and folded his hands.
“Father I am here to confess my sin” she started and lowered her head.
“What is your sin?” The priest asked.
Novie sighed, “Five years ago, I hurt a man, I left him the next day he proposed” her voice cracked down, remembering the past
“Whoa! That was harsh!” the priest murmured silently, but she heard it.
Before the priest could give his response, she speaks up.
“I was also hurt but I know that if I stay with him, my family will suffer, so I left. For five years Father I carried the guilt of leaving and hurting him. I mean what I did was right, right? it’s for my family” she blurted out without letting the priest talk.
“I think -”
“It’s not like I have a choice or anything” she continued and interrupted him.
“We all have a choice, I don’t know your reason for leaving him but there must be a reason why after five years you decided to come and confess”
Novie gulped by his words, unsure of what to say next.
“Well?” the priest asked, waiting for her answer.
“What made you confess now, you said you left him five years ago, why now?”
Novie’s eyes went round while her heart palpitate.
“Because...” she shut her eyes and exhaled.
“Hmm?” the priest waited for her response.
“Because my ex-fiance is moving next door, and I don’t know what to do!, my parents didn’t know that I was engaged to him before”
“Are you here to confess your sin or to ask for advice?” the priest asked.
Novie, with her eyes closed, twitched her lips.
“What’s the difference, father?”
The priest cleared his throat and replied.
“Well, relationship coach get paid per hour while us, we accept donation” Novie’s face flattened by his response.
She wanted to continue, but the priest stood up and opens the door.
“states some prayer and I will pray for you. Good luck!” the priest said and closed the door.
Novie was speechless. “I need to donate?” she widened her eyes when she thought of the priest. “What did just happened?” she asked herself with disbelief.
Novie has decided to leave, she’s still confused and nervous. She took her umbrella and walks to the door. She was about to open her umbrella when she saw Ken waving at her.
Seeing his smile, she remembered the dinner last night.

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“I’ve never tried to become strong. I just wanted to survive.”

This is a story of a lowly tunnel digger who ascends the throne to become the king of a labyrinth.

In the “Multiverse of Gods,” Sunny, a mundane delivery man, is thrust into a new reality as the god Cosmos.He is tasked with cultivating a barren, water-filled planet named Veridia, armed only with a formidable but initially useless SSS-grade talent, “Skill-Resonance,” which allows him to copy skills from his planet's lifeforms every 100 planetary years.Sunny's journey begins with him using his divine power to create the first microscopic life, a single algae, and manipulate his world's accelerated time to foster evolution.As life flourishes on Veridia, so do the challenges. Sunny discovers the gods are not merely creators but participants in a high-stakes game.A global notification warns of daily “misfortunes” that will plague their worlds, forcing them to use precious Faith points to protect their creations.The stakes are raised further when he realizes the multiverse is a finite space and that gods will eventually be forced to clash with each other.To prepare for this inevitable conflict, he must accelerate his world's development, creating powerful demigod creatures to serve as defenders.The story follows Sunny as he navigates the cutthroat world of the gods, strategically using his cunning and limited resources to build a thriving civilization and prepare for the ultimate fight for survival against forces both natural and divine.Author's NoteThank you for reading my novel. I'm excited to share this world with you and hope you enjoy the journey of Sunny, a normal guy who becomes a god and tries to cultivate a world from scratch while facing challenges from other gods and the universe itself.This story is a testament to the idea that even with a seemingly useless talent, a person can achieve greatness through cunning and hard work.I look forward to hearing your thoughts and continuing to build this story together.

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