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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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Mikan's Dilemma, The Strange Ashton

"This is insane, he trounced him; that guy even managed to take down Seya of the Martial Union with hardly any effort!" A talent from an association said with shock in their eyes.

"Tch, I guess that's the reason why he's called the strongest; it looks like his fame is deserving," Another talent said with a serious expression.

On the side of the Martial Union, Kailua Mei had a profound look in her eyes as did Kojima Ryusei; they both stared at Ashton, who slowly dismounted the stage without caring for anyone.

'Master was right; unlike the others, he surely won't be an easy challenge. It looks like I might need to take this event more seriously than I'd thought,' She pondered to herself while Ryusei merely observed in silence before his attention turned back to Ryo, who, of course, kept his attention elsewhere.

'Just you wait…' He thought with a vicious set of eyes filled with hatred.