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Greg watched his world come to an end under the hands of the enemies supported by his fellow race. while blaming himself for not starting the game early or not investing time into it, or for awakening a trash talent he closed his eyes and embraced death but that was not the end of his story as he regressed to ten years prior to the unfortunate event. with knowledge of the future and determination he buys a gaming helmet and plunged into the game- Apocalypse that signalled the start of something more. with his knowledge of the future, his skills that made him shine even with his trashy talent and the awakening of an ex rank talent, 100% Dodge rate that makes attacking him impossible, read Greg's revenge and rise to the top protecting those he cares about while punishing his enemies.

Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

Greg left a contingent of orcs and kobolds to guard the mine, their squat figures vanishing into the shimmering haze of the wilderness as he turned back toward the settlement. The remaining orcs and goblins fell in behind him—a ragged procession of clanking armor and guttural murmurs, their boots grinding against the cracked, sun-scorched earth. The air hung heavy with dust and the faint tang of sulfur—a reminder of the demon realm's unrelenting hostility.

"What's that sound?" Greg muttered to no one in particular, halting mid-step as a low, mournful howl cut through the stillness, barely audible beneath the wind's dry rasp. He tilted his head, straining to pinpoint it, his sharp eyes narrowing against the glare. A hunch tugged at him—something worth investigating.

With a curt wave, he beckoned his forces onward, leading the motley army toward the noise, their shadows stretching long and jagged across the barren ground.

CHAPTER 126: DIFFERENT PLAN