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Guild Wars

Draco had risen to the top of the world through his exploits in the legendary FIVR game, Boundless. After years of intense conflicts between his guild, Hellscape, and the guild of his former infidel lover, Darkrow, things came to a head when Draco conquered all. Now, nothing stood in his way of total conquest within the highly acclaimed second world of mankind, as he intended to fortify his new empire. Unfortunately, a timely assassination sent him back into the wheel of time for reincarnation, but not even the Gods gave him peace of death. Thrust into the past, Draco realized he'd been given a second chance at life to start from scratch, with all the knowledge of over fifteen years of almost absolute power in Boundless. Now, his path to glory will be far shorter and filled with more bloodshed than Hades could handle. ___________________________________________________________________________ WARNING: If you're the type to be triggered easily, please do not read.

Kotario · Games
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Gacha Time!

Draco saw the items and knew that the RNG Gods had shown him their favor already. He should have inquired this from Hoover, but it appeared that the rewards the Altar of Crafting drew up when generating the wheel were aimed towards the Tradeskills of the one gambling. 

Each of them had to do with one of the Tradeskills he chose to keep, instead of some arbitrary random ones that would have no meaning to him. 

Draco had been surprised that premium rewards translated to Legendary Rank stuff. He had naturally assumed that Premium would be equal to Rare or Epic Rank, Exemplary might be equal to Legendary Rank whereas Supreme could hopefully equal the Divine Rank. 

Clearly, he had underestimated the wealth and means of a Semi-Origin God of Tradeskills from the old era. Epic? Legendary? Those might as well be toilet paper. If he slept, many such items fell from his pockets as his Tradeskills ran automatically.