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Transmigrated As a Legendary NPC

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Leia o romance Transmigrated As a Legendary NPC escrito pelo autor SmallPots publicado no WebNovel. Cinder Wood, an official ranker in the state of the art videogame "Goldbirth".In the year 3648, humanity had acquired several new recourses and advanced in technology, so much so, they could create di...

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Cinder Wood, an official ranker in the state of the art videogame "Goldbirth". In the year 3648, humanity had acquired several new recourses and advanced in technology, so much so, they could create digital-worlds if their own. As humanity became complacent of jobs due to them mostly being done by machines, they resorted to entertainment, and so the game "Goldbirth" was created by the super AI "Core". The poor could become rich and the rich could become richer depending on their skill, eventually, due to the hyper-realism of "Goldbirth", the whole world-revolved around it to make their daily income. Cinder Wood, an exceptionally player, grinded until he started to feel sick, day to night, for years straight, and with luck on his side he eventually became a ranker. After Cinder finds a secret NPC dressed as a beggar, he receives a mission to find the "edge of the world". Cinder, realizing the benefits he could get from this, decides to accept this mission. With clues, and side-quests, a year later, he finally reaches the edge of the world. The quest isn't activating and Cinder gets blown out the boundaries by a goblin-mage, even though that shouldn't be possible. He wakes up in a new body and the system gives him a short summary of the situation. Watch the journey as Cinder lives his life as a Legendary NPC, "Lord of Cinder, Legendary Blacksmith".

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