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Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player

In the game Myth2, Klaus Park was already considered a top player at just 13 years old. With his advanced knowledge of the game and methods of adapting to the most varied situations, he became a world champion younger than anyone else. However, due to a tragic incident, he left his team and the gaming world a year later. Now, 7 years after leaving the professional scene, he returned to play the eminent VRMMORPG called Rise Online, a unique game of unrestricted freedom whose number of players already exceeds one hundred million. This game allows players to use real-world skills such as martial arts, archery, blacksmithing, or reaction time for their own benefit, along with the freedom to explore 7 colossal, mythological worlds. Planning how to conquer dungeons? Fight against powerful guilds? Slay the Werewolf King? Face hordes of thousands of zombies? Have the power to revive the dead? Or discover unknown battle techniques? None of this is impossible for Klaus, a legendary player, and holder of the Psych Class, allowing him to see and talk to spirits, copy abilities, cast magic items, and see the signs that no one else can see across the worlds. His real goal is to reach the throne of the paranormal world and the top of the player and guild ranks of Rise Online. No matter what is in front of him, he will be head-on with his best, be it the High Lord of Vampires or the strongest Guild Master. Main Tags: Action, Weaktostrong, Male MC, Videogame and evolution. Schedule: 14 chapters/week. Chapter length: 1000 - 2000 words ------------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/bpqq9u4gS8

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The Demon of Deception

Maelstrom, now smiling sardonically, doubled up in front of them, and Jayaa, perplexed, muttered: "A clone?"

Og'tharoz nodded. "Clones... that's his specialty."

The two Maelstroms moved in sync, but with only a shiny coin dancing between their nimble fingers. The wind whispered around them.

Kaizen, Alina and Xisrith watched intently, their eyes trying to follow the coin that changed hands at an almost imperceptible speed. Maelstrom's duplicity was confusing, but Og'tharoz, with his experience, knew there was a trick to it.

"Stay alert," Og'tharoz muttered. "He's trying to disorient us."

The Maelstrom clones continued to toss the coin among themselves, each movement a challenge to perception. The winds of the sandstorm, although diminished, still created an atmosphere of tension. Each particle of sand seemed to carry a memory.