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Wrong Possession

Autor: imoan
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What is Wrong Possession

Leia o romance Wrong Possession escrito pelo autor imoan publicado no WebNovel. Luna Virtual Reality, a VR game that has gotten over 1 million download on its five day of publishing has finnaly announced about the fourth annual global rankings.LOKI the number 1 rank user for over...

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Luna Virtual Reality, a VR game that has gotten over 1 million download on its five day of publishing has finnaly announced about the fourth annual global rankings. LOKI the number 1 rank user for over 3 years has become the number 1 player again on the fourth year of the game. but something unexpected happens, LOKI and the other ten global ranker's is being teleported into the VR game. different with the other ranker's LOKI found out that he was possessed the body of 3rd main character older brother. with all of the experience that he has from his previous life, LOKI is trying to survive until the last act of the game. ___________________________________ hello your lazy author here with his new novel. well its actually my old novel that are being revised by me myself. you know when i read my old novel i see alot of plot hole here and there, and i think that i made the main character progression to fast. like it just has been five chapter but the main character has achieve the level of 27, isn't that a bit too much. and that is why is revised the story and decide to upload the remake version of the novel. if you try to search the old version you cannot find it, why?. well it because i already deleted the novel, if you want to know what the old novel title is, it was [The Wrong Way To Play]. well that's it from me, see you on the novel chapter. ___________________________________

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hei... lazi author here with his old novel, you know this novel is my old novel that was on revision from the old stories. you see whe i read my old novel i see a bunch of plot hole in it so i decide to give the story a remake, well it still on work so you need to wait untill the revision is done. if you want to know what is this story about you can read it on the synopis. well that all from me goodbye..

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