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MMORPG : Rise of the Interstellar God

In the year 2100, global warming has long since made the Earth's natural surface uninhabitable with a new ice age. Humanity takes refuge in huge, closed cities, but life is difficult. Video games are the opium of the people, letting them escape the chaos of life in immense metropolises. In 2100, the first fully immersive VRMMORPG, "Horus," was released, and the world changed! Entirely coded by an independent AI, "Horus" made all other games look meaningless by comparison. Megacorporations quickly monopolized on the wealth "Horus" allowed its players to amass, and soon people like Alexander were spending their lives slaving away to make money for the companies who employed them. But on the day Alexander died of exhaustion, collapsing in his gaming booth... ...He woke up, alive, nine years earlier. One day before "Horus's" launch. "This time, I'll do it right! I know everything that's going to happen! I'll become the strongest, and no one will take advantage of me again!" ------------------------------------------- ///This work takes place in an MMORPG whose main goal is the exploration and conquest of space./// ///my two main inspirations are: The Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God and the Legendary Mechanic./// ///I care about the coherence of the story, even if the theme of overpowering is present, it is thanks to the reflexive and opportunistic choices of the MC and not a chance to come out of nowhere. //// My Other Novel : https://www.webnovel.com/book/zombie-survival-system_25386184805788905 Join Discord ! : https://discord.gg/waTdyR5guB

Hamapo · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Red Reunion

Apophis entered the room, feeling like a hero entering an arena.

After all, the chamber was quite arena-like. Rather than being a simple office, as it had appeared on the outside, it seemed that a large portion of the mall had actually been dedicated to a conference hall. Hundreds of players were inside, talking among themselves, who seemed to represent the different guilds leading the war plan.

These people were scattered all around the room on metal chairs, all facing a round table in the center, where the core members of the Defense Council were sitting and muttering to each other. Lucifer stood between the table and the rest of the players, giving a long and erratic philosophical speech. The listeners seemed to be so bored they could hardly avoid yawning.