NandoFalske

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
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Discord: https://discord.gg/bpqq9u4gS8

Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player

"That voice... Lídia? It's you, isn't it?" The King asked, still weak.

At that moment, Princess Lídia's vision unconsciously compared the memory of her father's face before his illness with the current one. In the old days, King Spelloyal used to have a handsome face, his eyes were dark, he had practically no beard and he had glorious brown hair, but now the old slender physiognomy was completely different. Even in the partial dark it was clear that his face was very thin and his gaze practically hopeless, except for the glow that resurfaced at the sight of his first daughter's face.

The princess could not hold back her tears. She knelt beside her father's bed and embraced him.

"I am here, father. I promise I won't leave you alone again." She said with a trembling voice. "

"Oh, my daughter..." murmured the King, who tried to hold back the tears, but couldn't because as he stroked her hair, as if she was still a child, he felt the warmth of her hand.

Warm Hand