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God of Grinding

Among countless online games, one name is at the pinnacle: The Old Quest. It's a never-ending world of grind, and the concept of "max level" is an urban myth. Right in the middle of this virtual frontier is a young man—a dedicated gamer driven by an insatiable ambition to reach unprecedented heights in the game. He fuels his determination and attains a level so monumental that he has begun to shake the very core of The Old Quest. But when this seemed like the ultimate challenge overcome, the game sprang yet another surprise on him—a message from the developers and a new prompt "Become a god race" which turned an upheaval in his gaming journey. God of Grinding is a tale of persistence and strength but, maybe even more importantly, about plot twists that come with success. It's a virtual journey based on one crucial question: what happens when a player becomes a god? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Join our discord: https://discord.gg/v9QSTrDQS6

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Red Pyscho II

Dante roared in agony as Vorax's claws tore through his flesh, leaving deep, bloody gashes across his chest. The demon stumbled backward, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had never experienced such excruciating pain before, not even from the most skilled human warriors.

Slowly, he regained his footing, a grim determination replacing the shock in his eyes. "Hmm... this is interesting," he growled, his voice raspy from the pain. "What are you?"

Vorax chuckled, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Dante's spine. "Used to be a demon," he replied, his voice echoing with a dark power, "but now I'm stuck in this kid's body."

"Demon...? Do you have a name or a title?" Dante inquired, his curiosity piqued despite the pain.

"Vorax Maelstrom," came the chilling reply.

Dante's eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition passing through them. "Vorax Maelstrom..." he hissed, the name laced with a mix of fear and hatred. "A Psycho..."

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