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VRMMORPG: Rise Of The Blood Paragon

"Players? NPCs?" What happens when a game stops being a game? Lionel never imagined that playing a VR game would become the most dangerous decision of his life. On his third login, he was presented with a choice he couldn’t refuse: [Do you want to recreate your character?] [YES OR YES] What started as a routine adventure spiraled into a waking nightmare. Trapped in the game world, Lionel found himself transformed into a vampire—not just any vampire, but a crippled, powerless blood slave, nothing more than prey in a brutal world designed for hunters. Survival seemed impossible. But Lionel wasn’t like the others. Somewhere between player and NPC, he became an anomaly—a glitch in the system. His existence defied the rules of the game, making him something entirely unique. When all hope seemed lost, Lionel awakened a hidden, game-breaking ability: SSS-ranked Blood Affinity—a power so rare it had only been seen twice in recorded history. Armed with the Crimson Bloodline, a legacy of forbidden and mysterious abilities, Lionel begins to rewrite his fate, discovering he can bend the very rules of the world around him. But his newfound power doesn’t come without cost. Now, Lionel is caught in a deadly balance between two worlds, hunted by players and NPCs alike. In this game-turned-reality, survival isn’t enough. He has to grow stronger and find his right place.

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Memories — traps...

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and Lionel found himself in an unfamiliar place. He stood inside a small hut, illuminated by flickering lanterns. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cooked food. In the center of the room, a table stood laden with plates, their contents partially concealed by steam.

"What is going on? Is this the third test?" he muttered, his brows furrowed in confusion.

He glanced down at himself and froze. Gone were his usual black top, trousers, and boots. Instead, he was dressed in a rugged brown tunic, worn and stained. His hands gripped a bundle of firewood, tightly bound with coarse ropes, and an axe rested against his side.

"Lionel…"

A soft voice pierced his thoughts. He raised his head sharply.