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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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This Is Personal

In the aftermath of the chaos, August paced around his wrecked living room with a pale but furious look.

Two of Damon's goons lay tied up on the floor, bruised and utterly immobilized. Their wrists were bound behind their backs with cords he had found around the house, while one of them groaned from a bloody nose, half-awake and dazed.

August clutched his phone with trembling fingers as he dialed yet again. The line rang on the other end for the umpteenth time.

He needed this call to go through. He needed the money now if he had any hope of getting Sophia back.

Finally, the ringing stopped, and a familiar voice answered. "Aleman," Mr. Floozk's voice drawled with its usual cool, calculated calm. "I wasn't expecting you. Our meeting's not until this afternoon, you know."

"I know, I know," August responded quickly, his voice tight. "But I need to ask you a favor, and it can't wait."