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MMORPG: Vampire Lord's Level-UP!

READ THIS: You think this novel hasn't been updated for months? WRONG! I've been making significant changes from the early chapters. For now, here's my periodic update progress: Last Update: November 9, 2023 Chapters: 16 of 139 Chapters Words: +21,000 of 150,000 Words *** UPDATE 04-Dec-2023: I mean, yeah, you practically right :v I'll just add all the fuckin chapter once I've done them in once. That should be good and yet idk when. *** Instead of the cliché plot of a poor, pitiful, and powerless dude dying due to their incompetence, then coming back to the past and attempting to change their fate through a game that once altered the world—yes, they are in the story—but that's not just where the main plot lies. Meet Anubis, the Crown of the Vampire Lord. His emergence in this peculiar world raises countless question marks and uncertainties. His existence is peculiar; he was never programmed to be part of the story, or even to exist in The Last Fantasy game world itself. Yet, here he stands, defying fate! Through his extraordinary presence, he captivates the attention of all; players, NPCs, GMs, and even those who proudly embody the concepts of regressors, reincarnators, rebirth, and divine powers. Along his vast and unguided journey, he encounters countless anomalies. Confronted by beings who claim not to belong to this realm, each with their own goals and threats. Ultimately, it is Anubis who will raise the curtain, inviting those who assert their ownership of this world, and unveiling the true purpose of his existence and the enigmatic secrets that lie within.

Pithecantrophus · Games
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141 Chs

A Letter of Invitation

Talking about the other villagers, indeed, even as they stood in front of the row of wooden barricades, they still hadn't seen any signs of life from the other people. Just as they started to question this, the wooden barricade in front of them creaked.

After noticing that there was a source of light coming from torches inside, the soldiers no longer needed to be overly cautious about the situation. The creaking of the wood became louder, and some who were standing too close to the barricade slowly stepped back, as the wooden logs seemed to rotate vertically.

There were two pairs of legs—four in total of course—standing inside the barricade, pulling a rope that rotated six logs in a row, forming what looked like some kind of gate. Apparently, only now did the soldiers realize that among all the logs embedded in the barricade, these six were not really embedded and had blunt ends.