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Digitize: Rebirth of the Silver Death God

Nero Valstine was a Level 799 Master Rank Digitizer in his previous life, titled as the Silver Death God who was feared across a mysterious VR World. He had been on a special Digital Quest hinting towards the revelation of the final treasure sought by many, a treasure that can grant any of its wielders wildest dreams. Moments away from accomplishing this task, a famed figure appeared and ended his hopes, giving him a fatal blow before stealing the artifact. Nero, who died with regret, and endless rage was sent into the cycle of rebirth to start over anew, can he achieve his greatest wish and desires once more? Or does fate has other plans? ____ Note: Ypu can find out more details of the 'rewritten brand new version' of this novel in the final chapter's Author Thoughts. Or visit my Patreon, Twitter, and other socials to ask me questions, do take care now. ____ Author Contact: ____ https://twitter.com/ShadowsFinger https://www.patreon.com/ShadowsFinger https://www.instagram.com/shadowsfinger/ https://www.facebook.com/shadowsfinger ===Subscribe to my Mailing Lists==== https://www.subscribepage.com/shadowsfinger_copy

ShadowsFinger · ゲーム
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205 Chs

The Dungeon’s Special Effect, Adult Nero’s Concern

The grim night air continued to thrive as the flock of Man-Eating Crows ravaged all beneath the sinister moon of the gloomy skies, casting its bloody hue onto the dark city beneath its reign.

As the chilly mist-shrouded most sights, even the nearby buildings constructed from antique stones, a ghostly figure flashed left and right as it rapidly danced through the streets.

Looking closely, one would notice that the entity that moved like a ghost was in no way a departed being, but a handsome youth with silver hair who performed as a dancer in the field. His body twisted before transforming into four different ghostlike shadows that scattered towards the four directions.

Instantly, each of the shadows had revolved before leaving behind a remnant sparkling silver line that swirled across the street, moving at strange angles as it easily bisected any of the crows that dared to charge towards him.