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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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Reuniting at the Rear Lines

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After sending a message to Alfaera that he was on his way to the frontlines, Valyr began to move through the streets of Astarto, pushing his agility to its limits as he passed through buildings in a blur.

'Though she said I shouldn't rush, it's still better to be there as soon as possible,' the young man thought to himself, only for his eyes to widen in surprise as he glanced to his side.

Although the woman named Claire did give him a brief overview of what was currently happening outside the town walls, the part about her accompanying him to the monster tide was something he felt was unlikely to happen.

After all, even though he was already at the peak of Rank 3, his stats were more comparable to someone that around the Rank 4 to Rank 5 level.

Yet, against all odds, the woman named Claire was catching up to him no problem, darting through the streets at more or less the same pace as him.