My Only Choice is to Date S-Class Goddesses - Chapter 31 – The fourth object is an elf

The system says that curing a person will get good doctor points, and killing a person will get bad doctor points. When the 100 points are reached, the skills of good doctors or bad doctors will be randomly selected.

Why do I always feel that bad doctors are better than good doctors…

Nani?

Does the captain’s orange count as a bad doctor’s skill?

You lie here and don’t move, I’m going to buy some oranges.

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I’ve entered a hidden route in a failed game.And now, I have to become a false prophet.There’s no other choice.Since it’s come to this, I’ll become the greatest false prophet on the continent.

Cole is a novel author.

He enjoys writing novels and even reading other's works as well.

But that's just it.

Reading and writing novels.

Those are the only things Cole enjoyed in his whole life.

And as the time goes by, even doing those are becoming boring for him.

But then one day, Cole recieved a mail!

The mail said that his work has been chosen!

In a contest? No.

Cole's novel was chosen by a Higher Being to make it a reality!

“What kind of bullshit is this?”

“Whoever sent this must have few loose screws in their head.”

Though, Cole didn't took the mail seriously.

“Huh?”

That is until he was sent in to his own novel!

Cole became Raven Obadiah of his novel!

Who is Raven Obadiah?

No Idea! He's just an Extra in the novel!

...Or is he really just an Extra?

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)