GREAT

‘Did I… die?!’

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Year 2026, June 1st, the revolutionary video game, Warstar made its debut.

Perfectly coded with revolutionary graphics, a perfect RPG setting, and a rich world where players could choose from 5 main classes, either of a Blademaster, Mage, Mechanic, Combat Mage, and Psychics, it took the world by storm.

The rise of God-level players made the game’s popularity even more explosive, turning it into full-time jobs for pro players.

Noah Harrington was a God-level player, the player who received the exalted nickname as the Godfather of Warstar. But even God-level players get old.

Noah was not just your avid gamer, he was one who reveled in the competitive spirit of the game, the stakes, and most importantly, the euphoria of winning an elite end-to-end game. 

He was a warrior, a warmonger, but he was getting slowed down by age and so he was chosen by a mysterious power to be transported inside the game.

When an expert pro player of a revolutionary video game suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside the game with unprecedented SSS-Ranked unique skills, what does he do?

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(Congratulations young warmonger! You have completed the requirements to become a true Warstar!)

(You will be transported inside the game in 5 seconds!)

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Noah’s life and career was suddenly turned upside down but he embraced it. ‘This is an opportunity, and I’ll take it!’

‘I’ll be King again!’

Watch Noah blaze a record-breaking path to the peak of Warstar with his new reincarnated avatar, Lord Doom.

Reincarnated Avatar; I got 2 SSS-Rank Unique Skills

The hive walls trembled as Beezebub spread his grotesque, multi-jointed arms, his wings buzzing with infernal malice.

The Lord of the Flies lifted one clawed hand, and the entire chamber responded in a nightmarish symphony of chittering, screaming, and flapping wings.

The cacophony of sounds hit the players like a mad chorus of dying souls but as professional players, they held their nerves, staying at alert.

And then from the cavernous hive ceiling of this domain, Pestilent Drones rained down like a living storm, ravaging through everything in sight!

Carrion Reapers scuttled from the walls, their bladed limbs reflecting the sickly light. And the Hive Lords, bloated and grotesque vomited forth endless, squirming reinforcements that quickly filled the battlefield.

Titanic battle against the Lord of the Flies