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

[You have accepted Quest 12: The Jester's Masquerade!]

The moment Noah accepted the quest, the world warped around him in a swirl of colors, laughter, and eerie music.

When his vision cleared, he stood in the middle of a grand masquerade ball inside a lavish yet unsettling palace.

The walls were lined with massive, distorted mirrors, their reflections twisting and shifting in ways that defied logic.

The guests, masked figures in elaborate costumes twirled and laughed, their movements just a bit too perfect, their voices just a bit too hollow.

A sinister energy hummed beneath the surface of their merriment.

At the head of the ballroom, lounging on a gilded throne sat a grotesquely grinning figure, the Jester King.

Quest 12- The Jester's Masquerade