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VRMMORPG: Return Of The Grandmaster

[Warning: Mature Content] "I got transmigrated into the game world I created?!" Trent Docker, a youth who had wasted much of his life as a chronic gamer and web-savvy individual, finally utilizes his cyber intellect to become a better person. He creates the most magnificent virtual reality game ever, which immediately garners sponsorship and funding, and Paradox Unbound, the best VR game, is established. However, fate takes a dark turn when Trent and his family are brutally murdered by his new business partners. Summoned by a goddess, he is granted a second chance at life with a condition: he must eliminate chaos and restore balance to the Paradox, a world that blends magic and technology. In return, she promises him revenge against those who took his life. Armed with an unparalleled, overpowered system and his comprehensive knowledge of the game he created, Trent becomes an unstoppable force. However, the Paradox proves to be more profound than he ever anticipated. Elves, devils, beasts, dungeons, and even nude female centaurs populate the world. Trent never expected such complexity when designing Paradox Unbound, but he is determined not to waste this new life. He aims to avenge his family's murder and satisfy the goddess who is oddly obsessed with him. Follow Trent as he builds the largest clan from his own seed and females, conquering other Dynasties all in the wish of the goddess and slowly becoming the villain of his own game. Additional Tags/What to Expect: Anti-hero to Villain MC, Nonchalant MC, Smut scenes, Kingdom Building, Cultivation, Videogame×Fantasy, Slight System trope.

CallmeGeto · Fantasia
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168 Chs

DNO

Trent's footsteps resonated with heavy thuds on the stairs as his climbed is way up with a few Aigeses that managed catch up with him, their blasters glowing brightly in all the darkness. He channelled his way through the mighty main building, his mind reeling and his body hurting. Trent didn't even get the chance to relax and chill out at his home, before problem had hit him.

Though not a full-blown crisis, Trent still regarded the meeting between an elf of his clan and several elves from the Elvarian Dynasty as a subtle threat to the Vale's sovereignty. Even the hint of a negotiation without his consent felt like an offense that demanded immediate attention.

He approached the imposing wooden door, its surface marked with intricate carvings that seemed to ripple under the dim light. He pressed his palm against it, and with a slow, creaking groan, the door swung inward.