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I Can Extract Game Items

August Clementine was once Reacher, a wealthy and thrill-seeking businessman who had everything but satisfaction in life. After a fatal adventure, Reacher awakens on a parallel Earth, in the body of the destitute and troubled 19-year-old August Clementine. With his new identity, August finds himself burdened with debt and responsible for his beloved younger sister, Sophia. Desperate to change their fate, August immerses himself in Enders Light, a cutting-edge VRMMORPG that blurs the line between virtual and reality. In this fantastical game world, players can bring specific items that meet certain requirements into the real world and even gain a fraction of their in-game abilities and strength. Stuck at level 12 and unable to progress past his starting village due to a rare armor shortage, August must rely on his wits and determination. A breakthrough comes when he retrieves a mystical purification stone from a river teeming with magical aqua beasts and uses it to cleanse an ancient, corrupted altar. His reward includes the legendary Fruit of Corruption, a priceless item with the potential to grant supernatural abilities in the real world. Caught between the allure of selling the fruit for financial security and the temptation of gaining extraordinary powers, August must make a choice that will define his and Sophia’s future... "What? I gained the ability to extract any item from the game into the real world without restrictions?"

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Rescuing The Chief Ogre

[ System Notification: Pathways Unsealed ]

The moment the notification flashed, a strange, mournful sound echoed through the dungeon's cavernous walls—a soft, weeping cry reverberated in the eerie silence after the brutal fight.

All heads turned westward, where a dimly lit tunnel stretched into shadows. From its depths emerged a small, huddled figure, barely illuminated by the flickering greenish glow of the fungi-lined walls.

"Is that...crying?" Aria whispered while fixing her gaze on the tunnel.

"Odd place for a sob story," muttered Xyron, already unsheathing his greatsword.

His fingers itched to end what he assumed was another enemy. The figure slowly came into view, revealing a small, young ogre girl—no more than three feet tall.

Her head was lowered and her thick, brawny shoulders trembled as she wept, clutching a ragged piece of cloth.