Decrepit_bastard

August Clementine was once Reacher, a wealthy and thrill-seeking businessman who had everything but satisfaction in life. After a fatal adventure, Reacher awakens on a parallel Earth, in the body of the destitute and troubled 19-year-old August Clementine. 

With his new identity, August finds himself burdened with debt and responsible for his beloved younger sister, Sophia.

Desperate to change their fate, August immerses himself in Enders Light, a cutting-edge VRMMORPG that blurs the line between virtual and reality. In this fantastical game world, players can bring specific items that meet certain requirements into the real world and even gain a fraction of their in-game abilities and strength. 

Stuck at level 12 and unable to progress past his starting village due to a rare armor shortage, August must rely on his wits and determination. 

A breakthrough comes when he retrieves a mystical purification stone from a river teeming with magical aqua beasts and uses it to cleanse an ancient, corrupted altar. 

His reward includes the legendary Fruit of Corruption, a priceless item with the potential to grant supernatural abilities in the real world.

Caught between the allure of selling the fruit for financial security and the temptation of gaining extraordinary powers, August must make a choice that will define his and Sophia’s future...

"What? I gained the ability to extract any item from the game into the real world without restrictions?"

I Can Extract Game Items

In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the vast dark ocean, an island loomed like a forgotten nightmare.

Deep within its dense jungle, a battered and bloodied Derrick sat chained to a rusted post.

His breath was shaky and his body bruised, but his eyes still held fire.

Fox stepped into view with her demon mask catching the glow of the moon.

She crouched beside Derrick before tracing a finger over a fresh wound on his cheek.

"Your friend is coming, you know."

"Oh, Derrick… you have no idea."

The moment Aleman's boots touched the damp earth, he knew he was outnumbered.

They came from every direction, armed and waiting. Two dozen figures clad in black, masked, and carrying high-tech weaponry.

Some held plasma rifles, others sharp katanas and curved blades that shimmered under the pale moonlight.

Private Island