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MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith

"All I need is a second chance..." "A second chance to make things right." Watching the world in front of him crumble before his very eyes, Valyr felt immense regret. He and his comrades made sure to prepare for every possible mishap, for every possible thing that could've gone wrong... yet in the end, their side still lost. Feeling his consciousness slip away from him, the young man screamed out into the heavens, wishing at his dying moment to get a second chance. A second chance to make things right. Thankfully, the heavens responded. Sending him back into the world where everything began, Valyr was reborn as an NPC of Greater Beyond a year before the game went live. Armed with all of the knowledge he'd gained from his past life, as well as the goal of not wanting the past to repeat itself, he was going to make sure they won the final battle this time, stopping at nothing to achieve it. Though, before he could do that, he'd first have to pick up the path he ventured in the past. ---------- Feel free to join the Discord: https://discord.gg/FU7fdYwaau

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A Long-awaited Reunion

Algerie Kingdom, Blacksmith Guild.

As the guild supplying most of the equipment and items people use within the kingdom, it went without saying that the guild housed a lot of private workshops, with a majority of them being leased out to their members for them to use.

However, a small portion of these workshops were owned by high-ranking members of the guild, with one of them being owned by the guild master of the Blacksmith Guild itself.

And surprisingly enough, it was currently being used.

Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!

If one were to peer inside the guild master's workshop at this moment, one would immediately see Julian hard at work, hammering away at a piece of heated metal to get it into his desired shape.

Focusing all of his attention on the piece of armor he was trying to create, Julian gradually went through the various steps of the forging process, going through the hours of the day in a way where it felt like mere minutes to him.