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VRMMORPG: Dragomancer Reborn

Arthur Grey was one of the many poor souls doomed to forever do menial dead end jobs. That was until, the rise of a new Virtual reality game Morpheus Online. It was a technological revolution that ushered in a new age for the world. One didn’t need to be educated! One didn’t need to go to college! All could simply strive to gain fortune in Morpheus Online and become rich! Arthur of course joined in on the opportunity presented and did his best to reap a fortune for himself. Unfortunately things didn’t go well for him and one day he perished in an earthquake. Miraculously though, fate had a different plan. Arthur found himself back in his 18 year old self! He had regressed! With all his memories intact, Arthur vowed to reach the top of Morpheus Online, taking advantage of all the secrets that were still hidden along with the biggest secret of them all: The Dragomancer’s Legacy! Taming dragons? Wielding their powers? All was within the grasp as long as one became a Dragomancer. But there was a lot more to the dark side of Morpheus Online that Arthur would discover, realizing there was more to his regression than just luck.

Grand_Void_Daoist · Games
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Arthur lay on the ground while his body spasmed in pain. His eyes were twitching nonstop while more notifications kept on popping up.

>Synchronization has risen to 68%<

The Synchronization didn't seem to stop at all, and it was hard to tell when it would. 

"Why… won't… it… stop…" Arthur was out of breath, barely being able to keep his head on.

He felt like ripping out his hair and carving out his skin with the pain that he was feeling. He might have even done so, if not for the fact that his body was also immobilized from the pain. He could only watch on hopelessly as his condition kept on deteriorating.

>Synchronization has risen to 69%<

'When will this end… or will it ever end?' Arthur wondered, his mind starting to get blurry.

Every minute felt like an hour to him and he lost track of time. Only the ever-increasing notifications were able to tell him that he was still existing.

>Synchronization has risen to 70%<