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!)

(00:00:05)

(00:00:04)

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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

*Genevieve's POV, moments before the assassination…*

She had felt it, the shift in the air.

One moment, victory was theirs. Beelzebub had fallen, the hive lay in ruins, and the key to the final floor awaited them.

Not just a lack of sound, the absolute absence of it.

Her instincts screamed; something was wrong.

It sank into her back, sharp and absolute, carrying the finality and absolute stillness of death and silence, draining her HP.

Her breath hitched; her body froze.

Pain, white-hot and searing tore through her very being.

Genevieve could not feel it, after all, this was just her in-game Avatar, Soft Mist but with her headsets on and so immersed in the game already, she could sense it, the pain of her Avatar.

Her knees buckled, the world spinning around.

And as she fell, everything blurred.

Noah's voice. A flicker of movement.

Kali, the Demoness of Silence