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In a distant future, seven centuries after the cataclysmic mana storm, the world of Gaïa transformed into a realm infused with magic. The fabric of reality shifted, revealing the manifestation of stats, skills, and levels through ethereal windows, visible to all. A new era emerged, where humanity awoke to the concept of Classes, bestowing upon them unique abilities and the potential for greatness. However, only the truly exceptional would ascend to seize the Throne in this extraordinary Era of Players.

Noah uttered profound words, his eyes shimmering with an unearthly force. "Life itself is akin to a prison, but fear not, for I, Death, shall set you free.''

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Era of Players: Death God

Noah held the heavy oak door open for Lilith, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Welcome to the Ivy," he announced with a flourish, gesturing towards the inviting interior.

Lilith, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected elegance, stepped inside. The hushed murmurs and melodic jazz were a stark contrast to the bustling streets they'd just left. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the luxurious details – the emerald velvet booths, the ornately framed photographs whispering forgotten stories, the flickering fireplace casting a warm glow on the polished wood floor.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It wasn't entirely out of character for her to appreciate a well-crafted atmosphere, despite her usual stoicism. Here, amidst the air thick with the aroma of expensive cigars and exotic spices, she felt a strange sense of belonging.

"This place is... different," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kiss under the Rain