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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 Game’s End

The onlookers watched with eagerness as they saw how everything changed in an instant, never had a pair of rookies been able to push these two seasoned veterans so far.

Bera and Ryo were stuck in a deadlock as Ryo crazily fired many arrows towards her, forcing her to counter with her invisible arms that blurred and send back each arrow. Her hair was dancing up and down due to her rising energies as she played her flute.

Other than this, the final struggle was also occurring between Nero and Jack, causing everyone to shout with excitement.

"Go go go, don't lose kid!"

"Bera, how can you struggle against a kid? Hurry and take him down!"

"Jack, you better not lose face to us senior members!"

The senior members shouted as some pumped their fists to root from the newbies, while others gnashed their teeth and cursed at their fellow comrades; they didn't want others to succeed at what they had failed at in their past recruitment.