MTL - The Fine Food Broadcaster - Chapter 27 Only eat, not make

He doesn’t have a name, a face, or a place in the story—except to guide others to their “happy endings.” For thousands of loops, he’s endured heartbreak, despair, and the crushing reset of the world every time something goes wrong. He’s memorized every line, every trigger, every rule: no deaths, no interference, no breaking the script.But Loop 1,204 feels different. The world isn’t punishing him for stepping off the path. Suddenly, he can change things—rewrite relationships, alter destinies, maybe even reclaim his own existence. But with freedom comes uncertainty, and the looming threat of the loop snapping shut once more.Can he finally break the cycle and find his own ending, or will the world reset around him one last, merciless time?

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

He was once a presence in the assassin world that made people tremble at the mere mention, and had retired from the assassin world for many years to live in the mountains with his master, teasing nuns and practicing martial arts every day, leading a leisurely life, having washed away all traces of his murderous aura.However, when the old man asked him to come down the mountain to protect a woman, it gradually tore away the mysterious layers of Ye Qiu's demeanor.His skills were extraordinary, and he possessed a long-lost technique of acupuncture.He was both righteous and evil, attracting countless beauties to fall in love with him.What was even more mysterious was that he had a pair of “Supernatural Insight Eyes,” seeing through everything.

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.