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Game Master of Souls

The Lord of Death is dead and the Abyss is in turmoil. While its most powerful denizens vie for control over Death’s seat, a young reaper named Morgana sees a golden opportunity. She hatches a plan to rise above the ranks of Death’s former servants and travels to the mortal plane in search of the perfect soul to become her accomplice. Leonardo Dante, the world’s greatest game developer, is dying tonight. As a young man he sold his soul to Death for more time to chase his dream. But as the sun sets on his life for the final time, he meets a strange teenage girl who offers him a choice; be reaped by her and join countless lost souls in the Abyss or help her bring order to Death’s domain by duping foolish mortals called gamers into selling their souls to her. Despite being conflicted by this fiendish request, Leo’s desire to finish his dream outweighs any guilty conscience, and so the pair forms a strange new partnership. Together they set out to create the ultimate gaming experience! RELEASE SCHEDULE: Daily Chapter releases at 9 - 10 PM GMT+8 Participating in the Webnovel #Spirity Awards for Spring 2020 -- so if you like the book so far, please don't forget to vote stones. Want to read more of my works? Check out THE FOOLHARDIES (ML-Fantasy) only on Webnovel. NEW COVER by OKAZE_ARTS - Sean Lumiano. Check him out on Instagram! Follow me on Twitter "@WhoisGDCruz" for updates on Game Master of Souls and Foolhardies.

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At the same time as Leo and Morgana's adventure by the Gates of the Underworld, the alliance raid team finally arrived at the fourth floor, and it was then that all hell broke loose. 

They were more cautious this time, with Argonaut coming out first to tank whatever it was hiding outside the elevator doors. But despite expecting a knife in the dark, all they got was a wide circular room that was similar in design to the second floor. 

Warm yellow light flowing down from the giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling greeted the party as one by one they stepped into what was basically a library.

A row of bookshelves lined the walls. Another row was stacked over the first, and another one after that, all the way to the ceiling — shelves burdened with heavy-looking tomes that Ath3na guessed hadn't been read by any except the master of the tower.