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I Reincarnated As A Stick

Under a twist of fate, Aurus was struck by a bolt of lightning, making him realize that he would never have the chance to play the game he poured most of his time and effort into ever again. Fortunately, a goddess took pity on his miserable fate and gave him two choices: the first one was to reincarnate through the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the second one…was to reincarnate as a stick. Hearing the second choice, Aurus could not help but remember...that this was exactly the starting character of the game he used to play! Without hesitation, Aurus chose the latter, bringing a smile to the goddess’ face…which seemed to contain secrets and desires hidden to the naked eye. And so, Aurus was reborn into a world that he was familiar with, albeit this time—he was now living a life as a stick! Though that may be the case, witness the adventures of Aurus as he turns the expectations of everyone around him upside down as he gradually returns to his previous heights… and perhaps, far beyond it! Witness the birth of a supreme being...from its roots! Note: Please understand that the beginning of this novel was written at a time where I didn't know a lot about pacing and other important stuff crucial in writing. Once you get past that point (around the midpoint of Volume 2), it gets better. I hope you enjoy reading! -------------------------- Check out my other novels: MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith

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Grand Blue Master

Whoosh!

In an instant, Argentum appeared near the wall of what seemed to be a large room. As usual, he was slightly startled by the sudden teleport. But after taking a deep breath and assessing his current surroundings, his emotions had calmed down. He then muttered to himself in understanding, "Ah. I'm finally inside the Grand Blue Inheritance."

As of this moment, Argentum was inside a large room that seemed to be made out of chiseled ice. From the aura he felt emanating from the walls to the feeling of intense frost he felt from the ground he was standing on, it could only be chiseled ice that made up the confines of this room.