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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 · Fantasie
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148 Chs

121. Asher

"Lying is a cooperative act. Think about it, a lie has no power whatsoever by its mere utterance; its power emerges when someone else agrees to believe the lie." — Pamela Meyer

Inside the grand guild headquarters of the Ascendant Order, nestled in the heart of Lunathel, the elite members of the guild gathered for a crucial meeting before the commencement of their campaign. 

A group of nearly twenty people, united in their purpose, was sitting at a long table, with their vice guild leader at the head of the table.

Asher, a man in his thirties, was a vision of refinement and charm. His striking features and charismatic aura had swiftly propelled him up the guild's ranks without a hint of controversy. 

Three seats to the right of the head of the table, a frail woman who appeared to be in her fifties spoke with a respectful and experienced voice.