Sure, here is your edited chapter with the name change:
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Denim logged back into **Eternal Gods**, finding himself disoriented for a moment as his senses adjusted to the virtual world. He blinked, taking in his surroundings. The sky was a dull gray, and the once lush landscape had been transformed into a desolate wasteland. He was in the Southern Continent, a region he hadn't visited since before the Void Creatures' invasion.
He felt a jolt of shock. The devastation was far worse than he had imagined. The once-thriving forests and vibrant towns were now reduced to ruins. The ground was cracked and barren, and a thick, oppressive atmosphere hung in the air. The few buildings that still stood were in various stages of decay, and there was no sign of life.
As he walked through the wasteland, Denim couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the land that had been so mercilessly ravaged. His thoughts were interrupted by the distant sound of a commotion. He crouched behind a crumbling wall, peeking out to see a group of Void Creatures patrolling the area. He would have to be cautious.
Unbeknownst to Denim, Malissandra, one of the leaders of the Void Creatures, had been informed of his arrival. Malissandra was a powerful sorceress with a deep desire to control those who opposed her. When she learned that Denim, the renowned Shadow Splitter, was in her territory, she immediately began to plot.
"He will make a perfect puppet," Malissandra mused, her eyes gleaming with malice. She sent out a command to her minions, ordering them to track down and capture Denim. "Bring him to me. Alive. He will serve me well."
Meanwhile, Denim continued his exploration of the wasteland. He needed a place to rest and regroup. Spotting a hut in the distance, he made his way toward it. The hut was small and unassuming, but it seemed to be in better condition than the surrounding ruins. Denim knocked on the door, and after a moment, it creaked open to reveal an elderly man with a weathered face and piercing eyes.
"Come in," the man said, stepping aside to let Denim enter. "I am Alden, what brings you to this forsaken land?"
Alden? The greatest battle mage of the south? Denim muttered to himself as he heard the old man's introduction. This old man was a solitary individual that could be seen wandering alone in various parts of the world, and some people sought him out to obtain hidden quests.
Denim introduced himself and explained his situation. Alden listened intently, nodding occasionally. As Denim talked, Alden's eyes fell on the sword at Denim's side. "That sword... it is corrupted, isn't it?"
Denim nodded. "Yes. It's the Corrupted Sword that I've obtained from the void monsters. I've been learning to harness its power, but it is very challenging for me to master it."
Alden's eyes sparkled with interest. "I see. Although that weapon comes with great risk, it also has immense potential. With the right training, you could unleash its full capabilities. Stay here for a while, and I will teach you."