~WPC Winner~
Legends fade into myth with the passage of time, but the legacy of the soul lives on. It is born again, urged by destiny, fueled by turmoil and kindled by calamity.

In a futuristic star system dominated by superior races, a human researcher develops God Formula, a technology that paves the way to omnipotence. However, as fate would have it, something goes horribly wrong. His dream of human emancipation is not realized. 

Centuries later, an ordinary boy, obsessed with video games and oblivious of the epic events of the past, is catapulted into a treacherous world where hybrids, cyborgs, and mages eclipse the weaker races. Born physically weak and clumsy, the boy walks into an age of technology in which the real world is no different from a video game!

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What you will find in this story-
1) Extensive worldbuilding
2) Large ensemble of characters
3) Grammatically correct text (suggestions still welcome)

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Read this if you like-
1) Video games, mainly MMORPG
2) Anime: Sword Art Online, Log Horizon
3) Manga/ Manhwa: Solo Leveling, Eden, Overgeared
4) Science fiction, space travel, futuristic content
5) RPG: Dungeons and Dragons

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GOD FORMULA

As soon as the Fellowship team entered the Inspector's office, Alek Schrader's scowl deepened. He slid the morning newspaper towards Noah. 


"Great job!" he fired sarcastically. "What a sweep you guys did last night! Seven players are dead! Elite players, my ass!" 


Piper picked up the newspaper before Noah could. 


< TROTH: THE CITY OF DREAMS? OR THE CITY OF NIGHTMARES? > 


"Did the murders happen in our sector?" Noah asked, ignoring the Inspector's insults. 


"You bet they did! The Mayor's office has been calling me every fifteen minutes for updates! The City Watch Chief has already washed his hands off this fiasco. He's pinned the entire responsibility on me. He told the Mayor that I was in charge of the entire operation. The media is demanding my resignation!" 


Noah took a seat opposite him. "We're sorry about the players." 


"Sorry? Great! That solves it all! Look at this-" 


Young Bodies