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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

<p>Noah stepped onto the 9th floor, his breath catching as he took in the scenery before him. The space felt like a hidden paradise, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. Sunlight poured through an invisible ceiling, casting a soft golden glow that illuminated the entire area. A fragrant breeze drifted through the air, carrying the delicate scents of exotic flowers blooming in vibrant clusters.</p>

<p>Around him, lush vegetation thrived, with massive trees that seemed to reach toward the sky, their canopies thick and rich with emerald leaves. Beneath these towering giants, an endless variety of flowers bloomed in an array of colors so vivid they seemed almost surreal—bright reds, deep purples, soft pinks, and brilliant yellows, each one more striking than the last. A winding path, overgrown with soft moss, led him deeper into this paradise, its stones polished smooth and dappled with sunlight filtering through the trees.</p>

Beautiful place on the 9th Floor