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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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After walking through multiple corridors, Valyr and the attendant serving him eventually arrived at the end of the corridor, coming face-to-face with a slightly weathered yet intricate wooden door. Taking a few steps forward, the attendant went ahead and opened the door, allowing Valyr to take a look at the room behind it.

In an instant, his field of vision was greeted by the sight of multiple shelves that were seemingly filled to the brim with scrolls of parchment. Naturally, once Valyr saw this, he quickly understood that these parchments were the blueprints this branch of the Blacksmith Guild owned.

'If I remember correctly, the prize given to me was the freedom to choose a recipe from the Blacksmith Guild's blueprint archives…' As he entered the room, the overall state of it was revealed to Valyr. The shelves near the wooden door seemed to only have a fine layer of dust on the surface, while those farther away from the door were caked in dust and cobwebs.