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Digitize: Rebirth of the Silver Death God

Nero Valstine was a Level 799 Master Rank Digitizer in his previous life, titled as the Silver Death God who was feared across a mysterious VR World. He had been on a special Digital Quest hinting towards the revelation of the final treasure sought by many, a treasure that can grant any of its wielders wildest dreams. Moments away from accomplishing this task, a famed figure appeared and ended his hopes, giving him a fatal blow before stealing the artifact. Nero, who died with regret, and endless rage was sent into the cycle of rebirth to start over anew, can he achieve his greatest wish and desires once more? Or does fate has other plans? ____ Note: Ypu can find out more details of the 'rewritten brand new version' of this novel in the final chapter's Author Thoughts. Or visit my Patreon, Twitter, and other socials to ask me questions, do take care now. ____ Author Contact: ____ https://twitter.com/ShadowsFinger https://www.patreon.com/ShadowsFinger https://www.instagram.com/shadowsfinger/ https://www.facebook.com/shadowsfinger ===Subscribe to my Mailing Lists==== https://www.subscribepage.com/shadowsfinger_copy

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 The Midnight Wall Bug

A dreary silence filled the narrow halls of the spooky palace as Nero, Elly, and Ivy cautiously continued on their way. Though quick, their movements have a little to no noise when their feet touched the ground, showing an adeptness in skill. However, despite their caution and pace taken forward, the sinister air within the halls didn't decrease but instead grew denser by each passing second as if danger was lurking around them.

While hurrying, Nero couldn't help but notice a few bones belonging to ancient individuals, some even having worn out but seemingly fine armor.

Inspecting each of them closely, Nero saw a sight that made his mind chill, a few small markings that seemed no different from tiny bite marks that made holes into both the armor and the bones of the fallen ones.

Not daring to let his guard down, Nero firmly gripped his scythe while trying to press down his current mood of uncertainty while he thought to himself.