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MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith

"All I need is a second chance..." "A second chance to make things right." Watching the world in front of him crumble before his very eyes, Valyr felt immense regret. He and his comrades made sure to prepare for every possible mishap, for every possible thing that could've gone wrong... yet in the end, their side still lost. Feeling his consciousness slip away from him, the young man screamed out into the heavens, wishing at his dying moment to get a second chance. A second chance to make things right. Thankfully, the heavens responded. Sending him back into the world where everything began, Valyr was reborn as an NPC of Greater Beyond a year before the game went live. Armed with all of the knowledge he'd gained from his past life, as well as the goal of not wanting the past to repeat itself, he was going to make sure they won the final battle this time, stopping at nothing to achieve it. Though, before he could do that, he'd first have to pick up the path he ventured in the past. ---------- Feel free to join the Discord: https://discord.gg/FU7fdYwaau

TrueDawn · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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The Players Arrive

Whoosh!

Feeling as if he'd been staring at a multitude of colors for minutes upon end, a man that had both dark brown hair and eyes immediately let out a wide sigh of relief the moment his surroundings changed…

Only to feel a wave of nausea hit him a few seconds later.

"…Urgh." Trying his best to not let the nausea get the better of him, it took the greater part of a minute for the man to eventually recover from the sensation, letting out a low sigh after the feeling of nausea was gone.

Taking in a few deep breaths after that, the man then began to look at his current surroundings in earnest.

"So, this is Greater Beyond, huh? They definitely improved the graphics compared to the beta."

With the name 'Tianshen01' hovering above his head, the man continued to admire the sights in front of him, only to then proceed moving his body according to a few set movements he had in mind.