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I Can Extract Game Items

August Clementine was once Reacher, a wealthy and thrill-seeking businessman who had everything but satisfaction in life. After a fatal adventure, Reacher awakens on a parallel Earth, in the body of the destitute and troubled 19-year-old August Clementine. With his new identity, August finds himself burdened with debt and responsible for his beloved younger sister, Sophia. Desperate to change their fate, August immerses himself in Enders Light, a cutting-edge VRMMORPG that blurs the line between virtual and reality. In this fantastical game world, players can bring specific items that meet certain requirements into the real world and even gain a fraction of their in-game abilities and strength. Stuck at level 12 and unable to progress past his starting village due to a rare armor shortage, August must rely on his wits and determination. A breakthrough comes when he retrieves a mystical purification stone from a river teeming with magical aqua beasts and uses it to cleanse an ancient, corrupted altar. His reward includes the legendary Fruit of Corruption, a priceless item with the potential to grant supernatural abilities in the real world. Caught between the allure of selling the fruit for financial security and the temptation of gaining extraordinary powers, August must make a choice that will define his and Sophia’s future... "What? I gained the ability to extract any item from the game into the real world without restrictions?"

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Don't Let Me Die Here

Victor Whitford sat slumped in the metal chair with his wrists tightly bound to the armrests and the faint glimmer of sweat dripping from his brow.

The concrete room around him was only lit by a single flickering bulb dangling from the ceiling. It reeked of mildew and desperation, a space void of hope.

His eyes darted between the two masked figures standing before him—the fox-masked woman, clad in a flowing Asian robe, and the towering man wearing a demon mask. His muscular frame resembled a silent executioner.

Victor's voice cracked, but he tried to sound defiant. "Do you idiots even know who I am? My father is Victor Whitford Sr.. One of the richest industrialists in the damn city! If you think you can keep me here forever, you're cooked! The cops are probably already breathing down your necks. You're going to regret this!"