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Gods' Impact Online

[WPC #220 - Gold Place Winner!] In the future timeline, Humankind had developed things that brought a revolution to the world. But their best invention was fully immersive VR games that became more and more advanced as time passed. They could create new worlds— in virtual reality, that were more beautiful and profound than the real world they lived in. Upon seeing how Humankind started discarding the world created by the gods and embracing the fake world created by humans, the gods were enraged. Thus, gods transmigrated the souls of all the VR game players into the game created by gods—called Gods' impact, which was unlike any VR game. It was too surreal with daily struggles, quests, systems, monsters, and... more deadly and cruel than the real world. However, they could use their real-life skills and talents in the game. They could use the real world money into the game. As they evolved in the game, their body also changed in real life. Furthermore, the players who died in the game also died in the real world. How will Zach, who just happened to try out the VR game for the first time, only to be transported into Gods’ impact, survive? "Everyone's stats are limited. I will become limitless by cultivating infinite MP!" Zach announced nonchalantly when he realized he might be the strongest player in the game. Little did the gods know that they would regret messing with Zach, and his existence alone would become a threat to them. --- Note- Video games, fantasy, and realistic logic are applied in this Gods' Impact. But don't forget that the sole purpose of this game was for gods to screw over humans in every way possible. === Discord Link- https://discord.gg/BzqvMxjadj

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Chapter 409- Bandit Demons

When Zach reached the gates of the middle area of the hell, he saw a few guards guarding the entrance.

"Finally, I saw someone after walking for minutes!" Zach rushed to them and yelled, "Yo! Working hard, huh?"

The guards to Zach while stomping their spears on the ground. 

"Who are you?" one guard asked.

There were five guards, and all of them were twice Zach's height.

"I just want to pass through the gates. You can open it nicely, or I will have to break it, and you will have to repair it later," Zach responded nonchalantly.

"Heh!" the second guard glanced at the third guard and snickered. "He says he wants to pass through the gates!"

"Yeah!"

"..."

"Should we tell him where he is?" the fourth guard uttered.

"No need. A lost soul must have ended up in this part of hell somehow. We will feed on it now!" the fifth guard declared.