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Player's POV: I Can Copy Skills!

[WPC April Entry] Support the novel with your reviews, power stones, collections, etc. It will be greatly appreciated. [CHALLENGE: 3 thousand collections and more than ten reviews (positive preferably xd), if you get it before the end of May, I will do FIVE DAILY CHAPTERS]. ______ Nova, someone tired of suffering so much, commits suicide after discovering the death of his mother and being beaten up by his relatives, tired of the pain, and being alone in life.  "Huh?" Waking up, Nova found himself in a different world from the one he inhabited before. Desperate, he realizes that he is in his favorite game and where he was considered the best player in the world, Legends Genesis.  But... Why isn't he happy? Why does he seem scared and about to give up on life?  "This world... In the future, isn't it destined to...?" [*RING* The Player's System has been started].  [Unique Cursed Skill: Copy].  This is the journey of one of the greatest villains of Genesis, but also one of the greatest legends and the hero of Genesis... Can you be a villain and a hero at the same time?  Why don't you find out for yourself? ______ NO NTR and NO YURI Chapter schedule: Two chapters per day.

KingCrimSoon · Fantasie
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93 Chs

Hail Guild.

Chapter 89: Hail Guild.

The white line passed like a blur through the snow-filled streets of the Great Snowy Domain.

The white streak, Nova's car, was passing by at thousands of tens of kilometers per hour, even similar to the speed of sound itself.

The citizens could not even see the white spot when the car had already been a kilometer farther away from them.

Nova, inside the car, was getting closer and closer to the Hail Guild, observing from afar its structure.

"It's funny how the three structures of the three big Dominion Guilds are quite similar," Nova muttered, slowing down to park near the Hail Guild.

Closing the door, Nova stepped inside the guild, not even looking at the structure.

After all, time was limited now.

With every second that passed, with every minute, it was precious time that could lower the possibility of the success of his plan.