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

That was the only word to describe it.

Genevieve's return changed nothing.

It may have given the team of pro players a mental boost but nothing tangible came from it, nothing changed.

Not the hopelessness that threatened to crush them.

Not the fact that Kali and Beezebub were unbeatable together.

Her revival only adjusted the death count, from four targets to kill... back to five. At least, to Kali.

And their deaths was still an inevitability.

Kali stood poised, her lethal daggers gleaming with the absence of light itself. The Lord of Flies, her puppet, loomed beside her, his rotten wings pulsing with cursed energy.

Aria knew it; Caleb knew it; Benjamin knew it.

He exhaled, and then something changed.

When Legends are forged