Ash_Valtorix_X

Heroes have been summoned yet again, but not to save the world from some encroaching darkness or the demon king. No, this time it was to help the gods in a game where the fate of a world somewhat hung in the balance.

Dubbed the ‘Ascender Games’,  A game where the victorious god would be allowed to ascend to the rank of 'Ruler' under the supervision of a 'Game Master'. A hero could either be virtuous or villainous, depending on the god that summoned them.

Uravis Lockwood was far from hero material. In fact, he had no notable physical features. The only somewhat remarkable quality he possessed was the fact that he was a well-known MMORPG player in the world of Earth, the best in fact. But how would that help him in an actual battle? 

What was clear was the fact he was summoned by a prideful god who believed he would be getting a legendary hero, not some scrawny gaming champion. 

Unfortunately, he is discarded for not possessing a legendary skill, Uravis finds himself in a wilderness where he would soon come to realize those days he spent becoming a warrior in those virtual worlds was not wasted, when he realizes he is able to physically transform Into his game characters.

Follow Uravis on his journey as the supposed legendary hero, possessing a single unranked skill, 'Login'. 

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Login Hero: A Gamer's Ascension to Godhood

Tempest stood tall, his red eyes gleaming fiercely as he spoke. "Now Eldra, listen up!" he paused and raised his hand to get their attention, "You have two choices, Leave now or face defeat and loss of many lives."

Ryker, Eldra's second-in-command, emerged from the army, blood seeping through the bruise on his forehead. "Your silly tricks are not enough to save you or threaten us."

Tempest smile remained unwavered, instead it changed to a diabolic smile, then his red eyes darkened, "This is not a trick, It's a small fraction of my own reality. Brought to life!" he said, his voice loud and laced with excitement.

With a wave of his hand, the green grid lines, on the ground began to glow. The Alliance, now organized into teams, activated their shields.

The sorcerers' magic pulsed, matching the grid's rhythm, mumbling incantations, few for protection and others for traps.

The King's Final Request