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"Guildbane: Battle for Domination," the virtual MMORPG that has taken the world by storm, players enter a realm where guilds vie for ultimate supremacy. 

Set four years before Xin awakens from a coma, the game has undergone significant changes and evolved into a battleground for strategic guild warfare. With immersive gameplay, intense player-versus-player combat, and a focus on guild clashes, players must navigate a dynamic world where alliances are forged, rivalries are kindled, and the ultimate goal is to dominate the game's virtual landscape. 

[CONGRATULATIONS! You’re the LAST player in your generation to enter this game at the exact time of our anniversary date!]

You don’t have to rub it on me. Xin muttered. He was keenly aware that his peers left him behind.

[You received a GIFT!]

Xin was baffled. Maybe because it was his birthday, or it was an anniversary thing?

Opening the gift, his avatar glowed, but he didn’t feel like anything had changed.

He opened his stat box.

‖ S T A TU S ‖

HP: 		40
MP: 	        20
STR: 	2
DEX: 	2
CONS: 	2
INT: 	        2
WIS: 	2
CHA: 	ꝏ

‖ E N D ‖

Xin’s head bobbed to the side. “Huh?”

MMORPG: I was BUGGED

COMPLETED!

In the midst of his hectic school routine, Xin finally managed to steal a moment for himself.

The weight of assignments and endless projects around him had become overwhelming, prompting him to take a short break.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, he retrieved his phone, its surface cool against his fingertips. His thumb swiped across the screen, unlocking a flood of notifications that had accumulated during his silent hours.

The notifications came in rapid succession, like a barrage of fireworks set off in his palm. His phone had become a beacon of curiosity and inquiry, all thanks to the latest gossip that had set the school on fire.

Xin's eyebrows furrowed in surprise as he scrolled through his messages. His high school group chat, once a platform for mundane conversations, was now a hub of intense speculation and fervent queries.

Messages flooded the screen, all of them revolving around one burning question:

Gifts of Sisterhood