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MMORPG: Rise of the Peerless Pumpkinmancer

[Creating Pumpkinmancer Class: Confirm?] Pro VR Gamer Jack O’Neil died as tragically as he lived: betrayed, then eaten by ducks! Luckily, fate gave him a second chance when he found himself coming back to the past. Watch as he makes his return as a Ranker, even stronger than before! This time he aims to become number one and clear all regrets from his previous life. He will right all wrongs and wrong all rights! — Eh…what?! To all the Players and NPCs of the gaming world of ‘INFINITE’: F … ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Welcome to Rise of The PP: Pumpkins & Chaos It’s huge! That’s what she said as she saw the massive…undead army! This is a tale of a beautiful friendship between a kind young man and his many peculiar undead summons. So what if a few in-game realms end up being destroyed? *Shrug* ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ——Attention may Contain—— - Amazing PP (Peerless Pumpkinmancer) - Badass MC (Shows people his PP Class) - Awesome Gaming world (INFINITE!!!) - Bullied NPCs (PP hard to handle) - NPC Waifus (2D becoming 3D!) - Magic (PP Magic is best magic) - Multiverse (PP across worlds!) - 100% sane friends (Officially) - Guild Wars (PP VS guilds!) - Scorned beauties (No BS!) - Taming (Cool travel pets!) - Secrets (PP finding stuff!) - Pumpkins (Spooky!) - R18 tag (?!?) - Much more! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ----More chaps when this becomes popular ---- Release rate: 1 Chapter/day 2 Chapters/day top 100 3 Chapters/day top 50 Official Discord: https://discord.gg/dV5DVyhj57 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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Good Riddance, Holy Mark!

They were mad hunting dogs, hungry for Justice and he their prey. Jack could almost hear his pursuers closing in. They had definitely escaped the Terracotta Dungeon by now. 

— Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! — 

It was raining so much that some players were probably considering building a survival Ark and perhaps gathering cat girls for the journey. Only he knew that the Old Elemental would soon stop. 

— Rumble! — 

The torrential rain had created a small muddy river already. He chuckled as he entered the mine, knowing the paladins would have to stain their prized armors to follow. 

He expected silence and quiet, but there was unexpectedly someone there. 

— Clang! Clang! Clang! — 

There was a young boy hard at work in the abandoned mine shaft. He swung a primitive pickaxe at the wall with wild determination: stick, rope, and pointy-ish rock. 

Jack had so many questions: 

1. Why mine regular rock?