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SWORD ART ONLINE: A DARK INHERITANCE

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What is SWORD ART ONLINE: A DARK INHERITANCE

Leia o romance SWORD ART ONLINE: A DARK INHERITANCE escrito pelo autor DaoistUltraGamer publicado no WebNovel. An otaku suddenly finds himself transmigrated into the body of a guy coincidentally identical to him that was playing Sword Art Online just a few seconds before the log out button disappeared... Howev...

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An otaku suddenly finds himself transmigrated into the body of a guy coincidentally identical to him that was playing Sword Art Online just a few seconds before the log out button disappeared... However, things slowly get weirder and weirder as he discovers his capabilities to use things that weren't supposed to be possible inside the game. Follow Takagi Satoshi (Originally Aiden...) as he discovers the mysteries surrounding his transmigration and makes his way through a hundred or fewer floors of suffering. _________________________________________________________ I don't own SAO, the cover, and Dark Souls, the credits goes to whoever is their owner.

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