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Reborn Gaming Addict

Paul, known as Cedar in the virtual world of Harbinger’s Call, has finally achieved his long-sought glory by winning the world's first raid race. After years of dedication and relentless pursuit, he stands triumphant, only to be blindsided by betrayal. Overnight, leaked messages and scandalous stories flood the internet, transforming Paul from a revered role model to a pariah despised by the Harbinger’s Call community. Before he even wakes up the next day, his guild drops him from their roster, he is blacklisted from elite gaming communities, and he faces exile from the player base. Paul is left shocked and bewildered, realizing that his ruthless climb to the top has earned him many enemies eager to see his downfall. Desperate to salvage his reputation and rebuild shattered friendships, Paul dedicates weeks to making amends. Just as he begins to find his footing, he is inexplicably transported to a familiar yet mysterious room, signaling the start of a new, unexpected journey. In a world where digital fame can turn into infamy overnight, Paul must navigate betrayal, redemption, and the quest for a second chance. Will he reclaim his place as a hero in Harbinger’s Call, or will he be forever lost to the shadows of his past mistakes? Hope you enjoy!

Arden_Light · Fantasy
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148 Chs

71. The High Sovereign

"Hard times don't create heroes. It is during the hard times when the 'hero' within us is revealed." — Bob Riley

As Irene respawned at the nearest respawn point and traveled back to the base camp, she couldn't help but think about the new party she had joined; it was much different than she had expected.

After losing the duel to Lazarus, she had thought he would try to put her to work in some tedious role that would benefit her minimally, but instead, there was only one other person in their party, and they were grinding to level up.

Since she had just leveled up to 38, it was not a big deal to sacrifice herself during the Grimgor fight; the XP he would give her would be much less meaningful than to the two people five levels below her. 

Thinking back to the young sorcerous, she could not help sighing.