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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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Same But Different?

The urgency in Exquatil's voice and the cryptic nature of Adika's location sent a wave of suspicion crashing down on Alex. "Obstacles, huh? What kind of obstacles are we talking about?"

Linda, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, squeezed Alex's arm reassuringly. "Don't fret, Alex. Exquatil is a powerful mage, remember? He'll keep us safe."

"Right," Alex mumbled, the word lacking conviction.

He wasn't sure if he should be more worried about the potential dangers of the location or Exquatil himself.

"Alright then, Lead the way, Exquatil. Let's find this Adika."

Exquatil offered a curt nod, his eyes flickering with an emotion Alex couldn't decipher. "Follow me."

He strode out of the house, leaving Alex and Linda to exchange a worried glance.

With a heavy heart, Alex followed Exquatil out of the cozy haven of Linda's house. The crisp morning air bit at his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth – and the growing suspicion – he'd left behind.