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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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Mark of the Alltide

'Now that I think about it, is there anything I need to do during the upgrade process?' Taking in a couple of deep breaths to calm down his emotions, a thought swiftly surfaced in Valyr's mind, prompting him to ask the question that came along with the thought to Sana. 'Speaking of which, I should have brought a forging hammer with me, huh.'

'There's no need for that at all, Master.' In response, Sana's voice resounded throughout his mind, telling him that there was no need for a forging hammer at all. 'All you have to do is insert me within the opening your friend had made and I'll take it from there.'

'For some reason, I find it wrong to do so, but alright.' As his mind wandered about for a bit, briefly imagining of scenes that involved inserting things into openings, Valyr quickly shook the useless thoughts off his mind as he moved closer to the incision Tristan had made, ready to plunge Sana into the insides of the Tidemother.