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The Night Broke Differently Over Sector Twelve. It Came With Static, With Silence Too Loud To Ignore. And In That Silence… Something Shifted. Ethan Blaze Was Just A Dropout With A Console And Broken Dreams. But When His Screen Flickered And The Lights Died, The World Didn’t Come Back. Not As He Remembered It. The Game Had No Name. No Rules. No Exit. He Felt It In His Bones—A Pull, A Pressure, Like Forgotten Code Crawling Through His Veins. Candles Burned In Places Where Fire Shouldn't Exist. Glitches Whispered In Languages No Man Had Written. And Deep Inside The System… Something Ancient Had Awakened. Now Ethan Isn't Just Playing The Game. He Is The Glitch—The Error The System Fears. Armed With A Corrupted Class, Unpredictable Magic, And A Harem Of Dangerously Sentient Code-Born Companions, He Must Survive A World Where Logic Dies, Lust Powers The Quests, And Death Respawns With A Smile. There Are No Tutorials. No Save Points. Only One Path Forward: Rewrite The World. Or Be Deleted.

Livia was just your average psychology student—until she got hit by a motorcycle, fell into a coma… and woke up inside an MMORPG. Not as a hero. Not as a mage. Not even as a legendary assassin. No. She respawned as an NPC Mental Supporter Lv.1 — a useless class with zero attack skills and zero respect from literally anyone. She thought her new life was doomed. Until the strongest (and most mentally unstable) guild in the game, Bloodbath & Beyond, “kidnapped” her... …and made her their official guild therapist. Monsters fear them. The developers can’t delete them. And only Livia stands between them and complete emotional implosion.

When lifelong gamer and apocalypse survival enthusiast Ethan Carter boots up his favorite game, "APOCALYPSE", for the hundredth time, he never expects the unthinkable—the game’s nightmarish world suddenly bleeds into reality. Overnight, the rules of survival change. The streets he once walked are now overrun with the same horrors he’s spent years defeating on-screen: ravenous mutants and beasts. But Ethan has one advantage—he knows this apocalypse. Every faction, every weakness, every hidden safe zone. The game’s mechanics are etched into his mind, and if he plays his cards right, he might just survive long enough to uncover why this is happening. As reality and simulation blur, Ethan must navigate a world where his gaming skills mean life or death—but real-life stakes are far deadlier than any respawn screen. And when he discovers that all is not what it seems, the race is on to find answers before the game’s final, world-ending event triggers in real time.

Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redo that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter.

Five elite gamers. One mysterious corporation. No way out but down. Kai Rowen is 28, unemployed, and ridiculed by everyone—except online. As The Stranger, he's ranked #1 in the world's most notorious survival game: Level Underground: Zombie Edition. So when a cryptic company called The Z-aited offers him a job after a shady five-minute online interview, Kai thinks he’s finally caught a break. But when he arrives, there’s no entrance. No staff. Just a silent tower—and four strangers waiting with the same invitation. The elevator only moves When the five came . It takes them to Floor 100. That’s when the screaming starts. Soon, Kai and the others discover the truth: they’ve been lured into a real version of the game they once played. And this time? There are no extra lives. No respawns. No way out… except by surviving 101 deadly levels, including the mysterious, final Underground Level. Armed with real versions of their in-game weapons—and hunted by smarter, faster, evolving zombies—they must descend floor by floor, uncover the truth behind The Z-aited Corporation, and face the hidden secrets each of them carries.

SUBMIT OR SUCCUMB is my Latest work, give him some love. Front Page is "DARCIA PHRANGNERTH". (Chapter 135→) "The world of Leathemnur is dangerous, yet, there is beauty in the chaos if you learn how to appreciate it". That is what Khallyon Cravemeneer always thought, until he learned how easy he could lose everything he had acquired across most of his life. What can a Mortal do in the face of actual absolute power?. What can anyone do to prevail before Time? Nothing. That is the cruel, raw reality. And as most people, Khallyon was oblivious of events occurring literally before his eyes. This went on, until he accidentally started to uncover the truth. Believing he had acquired a way to protect what matters the most, Memories, which is what makes everyone the person they become. Unbeknown to Khallyon, he was delving deeper into despair, rather than going out of it. NO CHEATS NO PLOT ARMOR NO VANILLA EASY LIFE DON'T GET FOOLED BY THE START OR THE SLOW PROGRESS READ UNTIL CHAPTER 51 A FAIR SHARE OF: ACTION BEAUTIES MYSTERIES A WHOLE LOT OF: SMUT BONDING INDECENCY COMMENT FOR: KINKS DOUBTS SUGGESTIONS Additional Information: I would publish TWO Chapters a Day. English is not my first language, that is why, any mistake I made across the story, feel free to point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible. (This is the old synopsis Read it if you want to know more about the general context) The "Imperishable", Entities Above Everything Else, understood this undeniable truth eons ago, gifting to the Mortals a few tools to overcome the challenges across their lives. With this, amusing their own boring existences, looking with enthusiasm what new story could unfold, or if the same mistakes would be done once again but by a different person. The First Gift, is "Shards", called "Cards" by some, this otorgue instant rewards when you exchange them in an "Imperishable Monolith". The Second Gift, is the mentioned structure, capable of craft almost anything if you have the recipe, blueprint and the required materials and ingredients, a true aberration depending on who you ask. The Third Gift, is the "Perennence", with a 100 you won't Die if you are slain, you simply would "Respawn" in a "Memory Hall", making you partially Immortal, because as long as you have 1 of Perennence, you wouldn't be really dead, and someone else can "Revive" you by providing the missing resource. However, this comes with a drawback, you become a "Servant" of the person or thing that save your life, at least until you repay the Perennence plus an Interest of 50%. The Fourth Gift, is "The Memory Hall", unfortunately, they had an evil twin, "The Howling Wall", which are created in places that had seen too many "Take Downs" in a short span of time; Differently to the prodigal twin, you must have a minimum of 25 Perennence to be Respawned, otherwise, at best, you become an Immaterial entity, similar to a ghost, if not, a mindless beast or a simple Drone for a Hive Mind is not far fetched. Lastly, The Fifth Gift, is divided in three concepts, "Repercussion", "Traits" and "Work", being the last, one of the most unfair of all the Gifts, as you can't change your Work under any circumstances, which applies even for "The Imperishable". But the Gifts don't come for free, as they attract a series of weird creatures from unknown Invasive Territories, sprouting the so called "Graveyards", "Factories", "Hives", "Nests", "Lairs", "Crops" and "Farms" across the entire world of "Leathemnur".

In Qin, the most immersive game ever created, players lose everything upon arrival: memories, interface, identity. All that remains is a body, sensations... and a world as beautiful as it is deadly. You only get one life. Death means the end — no respawn, no cheating. But some names refuse to disappear. Lihuen wakes up alone in Nyméria, a savage land even veterans fear to tread. He remembers nothing — not who he is, nor why he’s there. He doesn’t yet know he was never meant to fall into that region… Or that his bond with a forgotten creature called a Kal’ra will send ripples across all of Qin. Kaen, bold and instinctive, lands in the floating cities of Skar’Ael, where only those who dance with the wind survive. Lyra, calm and sharp, takes root in Elarwyn, the realm of sentient forests and ancient secrets. They were three, bound by a promise made before forgetting. Now, the world will decide whether they are meant to find each other again — And whether their names are worth remembering.

In 2022, humanity developed an AI justice system to eradicate world crime. It did not fail. It adapted. Worldwide criminals were sentenced to something far worse than death: banishment to a world alien a world governed by anarchy, governed by force, and watched by something far beyond human understanding. Soren Arata, an unknown boy with no name but "Zero," opens his eyes in this brutal world with only a nickname, a strange tattoo on his palm, and the weight of a punishment he has no clue about. No memory. No friends. No choice. This is not a video game. There are no respawns. And the goal is not to escape to live is.

Yuto Akiyama, a 25-year-old shut-in whose life revolved around being an ex-eSports strategist and notorious meme lord, meets an unceremonious end during a grueling 24-hour stream of World Warfare 4: Total Domination. Instead of a respawn screen, he awakens in a world ripped straight from a medieval fantasy, embroiled in a continent-spanning war. His digital dominion is replaced by the harsh reality of being conscripted as a mere private in the Kingdom of Braxium's beleaguered army.

Malik Rivers, a Bronx-born college dropout with a deep passion for music, keeps his raps to himself—his therapy, his truth. By day he works a boring retail job. By night, he records makeshift tracks in his bedroom. One day, he accidentally uploads one of his latest mixtapes to his public Instagram story. What should’ve been an embarrassment turns into a wave of unexpected attention, starting with cousins he hasn’t spoken to in years… and then snowballing. With his older brother hyping him up and strangers flooding his inbox, Malik decides to stop hiding his voice and start chasing the dream—for real.

So, what happens when a bullied teenager gives up on life, dies… and then wakes up in a fantasy world? Meet Hayato—just your average (okay, severely traumatized) high schooler who takes the express train to the afterlife… only to respawn as Kibo Satoru, the son of a powerful noble family. White hair? Cool. Blue eyes? Meh. A body that can use mana? Cliche. Sounds like an upgrade—except life still refuses to be easy. Kibo is smart, a quick learner, and genuinely lovable. He treasures his family, makes dumb mistakes, and somehow stumbles his way into becoming stronger. But when it comes to fighting? This dude is straight-up insane—bleeding, bruised, smiling like he just found a cheat code. Losing? Sometimes. He might not be the strongest at first, but he’s got two things going for him: pure stubbornness and an annoying voice in his head named Ignis. But hey, life isn’t all epic battles and badass moments. Kibo is still human, still figuring things out, and still scared of losing the people who actually care about him. And yeah, sometimes the weight of it all almost breaks him. Almost. But Kibo isn’t going down without a fight. If fate wants to mess with him, it better be ready for the fight of his entire life. A story about love, loss, and one reincarnated lunatic who refuses to stay down. Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/qbGQPPxQtn

High schooler Shinozaki Yuuta was just your average Japanese teen: addicted to absurdly overpowered mobile games, dodging homework, and secretly hiding a stash of very questionable dating sims. But one fateful afternoon, while grinding an infinite-wave mage survival game and crossing the street at the same time (bad combo), Yuuta meets his doom via Tokyo’s most notorious killer: Truck-kun. Next thing he knows, he’s been reincarnated... as a frog. Not just any frog—a pathetic, squishy, level-one mage frog, plopped into a terrifying world swarming with endless monsters. But the rules of the game he was playing are applyed: each time he levels up, he gets to choose one out of three magic spells, and if he picks the same spell eight times... it evolves into something absurdly, comically overpowered. After dying once, Yuuta respawns in a mysterious black space where coins droped by the killed monsters becomes a currency, where he can buy powerful frog evolutions and ancient magical artifacts. Driven by pure confidence of his ability to respawn and a desire to avoid ever dying again, Yuuta goes on a rampage, fighting monsters like a maniac until he becomes an unstoppable, world-ending, spell-flinging frog king. Bored out of his mind centuries later, he receives a strange message: > A summoner is calling. Will you accept? Curious—and desperate for entertainment—he says yes. Now summoned into a world of beast tamers and summoners, Yuuta finds himself contracted to a weak bullied boy who dreams of revenge to those who bullied him and build a harem. But Yuuta, robbed of his humanity (and a certain important organ), has no intention of helping his summoner chase girls or vengeance. What follows is a chaotic, comedy-packed adventure full of misunderstandings, magical mayhem, and the slow, reluctant bond between a horny thirsty frog (who wants to turn back into a human) and a revenge- harem obsessed kid. Magic. Monsters. Madness. Waifus. And one very pissed-off frog for not having his manhood.

"Ever imagined your favorite character or one you created suddenly appearing behind you one night?" "No? Look behind you…........Just kidding." "Or am I? Go on, check again." "Alright, alright. Stop twisting your neck. Nothing’s there. But just imagine it..." I was the original author of a popular fantasy novel titled "The Last Villain Falls," a follow-up to my earlier hit, "The Last Villain Standing." Just when it seemed like I was finally basking in another career-defining moment, an unhinged rival author, the same one who murdered our editor, killed me. All because he couldn’t handle losing first place. I died, but fate, or maybe life itself, decided that death was too merciful. Yes, I got isekai’d. But this isn’t your typical power-fantasy isekai. I wasn’t reborn in some majestic world or as a hero blessed by the gods. No, I was reincarnated into the worst possible place… my own novel. “Oh, cool....he knows the plot, right?” Wrong. The story was unfinished. The last thing I remember writing was the hero watching him die, and that's the 20th chapter. But instead of dying, he...I survived. And with survival came something unexpected, a system, not the regular type...with loots and missions into dungeons. I woke up with something called the Reader Judgmental System, and a journal. I didn’t fully understand what was happening until I was shown their comments. “Haha, L take! Shoulda just sold his sister, bro.” “He needs to suffer more so the MC can get a proper revenge arc.” “Deadbeat dad arc hit hard. Peak fiction.” They joked about pain they didn’t feel. All written in my inbox, flooding in nonstop, because I had done exactly what they wanted. And that was my real crime. I followed their suggestions. I wrote what they asked. I became their puppet. “Readers make or break an author and their novel,” they say. But what about the characters? Ever think they might be real? I was given names and their parts played: #Daoist234w78 — Top Commenter #Zart — Highest Fan Value | 5 Super Gifts Per Week #UnbeatableBookworm — Highest Read Count #Negativity — Ghost/Beta Reader And the other 150,000+ readers across my works? They’re all targets now. Call it selfish, sure. But I was a slave to their whims. I enjoyed it once… but this is my life now and I don't want more pain. My name is Han Jae-ling... Ignore the name. ...and I’m going to kill all the readers. Including you... But before I finish all that, I'd have to Kill the Antagonist, my brother and the protagonist of my book. Max Jordan. ______ Note: The Novel is not based on the mix of Eastern Fantasy alone, it might start with that, but continues into other areas. As a warning to who ever starts and continues, please do not feel attacked, as this is just a work of fiction. I definitely love my readers not sure about Zhrak though, but fear not.(⁠^⁠^⁠)

Sid, a teenager navigating the rough phase of his life, gains a System that lets him train in another world. While others risk their lives clearing dungeons for rewards, he takes his time, grinding through them. If he dies, he'll simply respawn. As guilds scramble for dungeon access, Sid has an entire world teeming with beasts and resources, all for him to take. "What?! You practice every day to hone your skills to perfection?!" he scoffs. "Bah, I just unlock Weapon Mastery, and years of experience flow into me." Gaining new skills?No problem, all he has to do is meet certain conditions. While the Awakened endure grueling training to gain more power, Sid just chills in his own personal playground—a world designed for him to win.

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Rohan should have died. He had wanted to die. Instead he finds himself in an post-apocalyptic world full of horrfying monsters from science fiction and fantasy that could kill him in a couple hits, magic that could make you lose an arm or more with just using it and there are only few people left in the planet. At that point Rohan would've preffered staying dead, unluckily for him aside from the system, his other ability is to return from the dead. Please consider supporting me with Patreon: patreon.com/KaizerWulf

Inaya Mehta never meant to send the letter. It was 2:43 a.m., Delhi was too loud, her brain was louder, and the pen pal program was supposed to be a joke. But she doesn't expect anyone to reply when she writes out her aching thoughts and hits send. Until he does. Rabin Takahashi doesn’t believe in connection. Not across borders. Not across language. Not across silence. But something in him shifts when a stranger’s letter finds its way into his inbox from halfway across the world. What begins as a single letter becomes a series of late-night exchanges between two souls who’ve never met but somehow know exactly what the other is afraid to say out loud. She writes in metaphors. He replies in quiet honesty. Between time zones, cultures, and emotional walls, Inaya and Rabin start to unravel each other — piece by guarded piece. But how long can words on a screen hold something real? And when they finally meet, will the truth between them be as beautiful… or as broken as the letters that brought them together?

In a world where flashy heroes clash with monstrous dungeons, Kai is nobody — just a janitor, the lowest rung in the hierarchy. While others boast godlike powers and flashy weapons, he’s armed with nothing but cleaning supplies. But Kai’s broom isn’t ordinary. It’s a legendary artifact that can wipe out the corruption at the heart of dungeons, killing bosses permanently and stealing their loot. Laughed at, looked down on, and written off — Kai doesn’t care. He’s got one goal: clean the filth, crush every dungeon, and climb to the top by any means necessary. Using his “useless” class to his advantage, he gathers leftover experience from other hunters’ battles, turning scraps into unstoppable power. Now, as the Demon King’s core lies wiped clean from the floor, the underground world trembles. Who is this janitor who turns monsters’ deaths into gold and erases their respawns? And what’s next when the clean-up crew becomes the strongest force dungeons have ever seen? No friends, no romance — just pure grind, savage tactics, and a janitor rewriting the rules of power.

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My assistant would never shut up about [The Fallen Swordmaster] He’s six years older than me, yet he clings to that story like a lifeline, praising every chapter as if it were holy scripture. I, on the other hand, had no patience for novels. After all, I’d already cracked the world’s toughest mysteries before I even turned twenty—fiction paled in comparison. But if my assistant was so obsessed, maybe this story would interesting. I dove in, skeptical but curious. It didn’t take long for my skepticism to harden into disappointment. Bland storylines. Characters that felt like cardboard cutouts. And when they finally did show some promise? It was completely ruined. I gave it two chapters—no more. That was all the time I was willing to waste. Then, as I was about to close the tab and move on, an email pinged into my inbox. 'Another case?' I thought, a flicker of excitement lighting up my mind. "Cases that will excite me like no other? A mystery that I can't solve? Well, if you put it that way… of course I have to accept."

He died a virgin. He respawned a duelist. His weapon? Charisma. His battlefield? Lust-filled dungeons. Reo Vale was a nobody—jobless, broke, and tragically single. His life ended in the dumbest way possible: slipping on a bottle of lube in a public gym locker room. But fate (or maybe something hornier) had other plans. [Eros System Activated. Welcome, Duelist.] Now, Reo has a second chance at life… if he can survive a world where monsters crave affection, fame equals strength, and leveling up means stripping down. With a chaotic AI system, a dangerously sexy gym trainer, and more trap-filled dungeons than decency allows, Reo must master the art of seduction, survive the pleasure trials, and rise as the world’s top Pleasure Duelist. Because in this post-apocalyptic world of mana, lust, and live-streamed dungeon battles—only the famous… or the freaky… survive.

"Ah... Finally done," Renji leaned back in his chair as the game he had been playing for many years reached 100% cleranse, with all achievement and none of his waifus or people dying. "Hm... there is still one final scene left. Is it my victory ccg or smt like that!?" "I'll check that later," He stretched, feeling his stiff muscles craking. and shut down his computer. "Guess I should go get some snaks ... Or at least a drink." Without changing out of his t-shirt and sweatpants, Renji headed out. He slipped on his sneakers and stepped into the evening air. The setting sun caught him by surprise. "... Wait... how long did i play this time!? Sigh... i need to stop playing that hard or my death will be on that chair." Renji walked towards the convenience store while his mind was still half in the game world. Halfway there, he noticed a woman standing on the sidewalk. Something about her made him stop and stare for a long time. Her golden hair seemed to shimmer in the fading light, and her eyes... there was something familiar about them... 'Heh!? is that elves ears!?' The Woman came closer to him and before passing him, she said in a sweet voice, *Good luck Ash...* Renji: "?_?" Before Renji could process what was happening, she was gone. He blinked and rubbed his eyes "Am I seeing things?" he mumbled to himself. "Ah... they say gaming for too long drives you crazy... i need to lessen them..." After sighing helplessly, he continued to the store. In the brightly lit store, Renji grabbed an energy drink and paid without a word. As he walked back to his apartment, he couldn't shake the strange encounter from his mind. Back in his room, Renji paused. His computer screen was still on, and the game was still running. "That's weird," he said. "I thought I closed it." *Thanks for Playing!* As Renji looked at the screen showing a "congrats" message with fireworks, and a side note near the inbox, icon, "Hmm!? a gift for finishing the game!?" [Congratulations, You have fulfilled the requirements to unlock ******* Would you like to proceed?] Renji: "?_?" ----

The room smelled like jasmine and secrets. Alina’s eyes blinked open, dazed and dry, the silk sheets soft against her bare skin. She tried to move, but her wrists tugged gently against restraints—not metal, but velvet. A sound—a sigh, maybe a whisper—slipped past her lips before her memories could catch up. Her heart began to race. Where am I? The walls were cream and gold, everything glowing in soft candlelight. A storm rumbled beyond the glass-paned windows, waves crashing in the distance. She wasn’t in the city anymore. This place felt... untouched. Intimate. Dangerous. And then she saw it—etched delicately onto her inner thigh in crimson ink. V. C. Her breath hitched. The letters matched the invitation that had appeared mysteriously in her inbox two weeks ago. An all-expense-paid retreat to a private island, promising indulgence, luxury, and liberation for "those who dare." She’d thought it was a scam. But the tickets arrived. First-class. Then the private jet. The champagne. The man in the mask who whispered, “Everything you desire lives here. If you’re not afraid to burn for it.” Now, lying in this golden cage, Alina knew one thing for certain. She had crossed a line. And there was no going back.

Did you ever wake up to the end of the world? No, seriously. Not the “oh no I left the stove on and now the apartment smells like death” kind of day. I’m talking real the end-of-the-world stuff. Screaming skies, gravity hiccupping like it’s drunk, your neighbor’s cat sprouting wings and declaring itself the harbinger of the Meat Singularity. No? Lucky you. Now imagine waking up to that again. And again. And again. To the point where you start ranking each apocalypse like a reality show. “Episode 88: Lava Sharks vs. Nano-Mormons.” “Episode 103: The Time Gravity Turned Inside-Out and Everyone Was Suddenly Left-Handed.” That one was weird. You know, it's like your dose of ordinary fever dreams. But daily. Something like that. That absurd, I mean. My name’s Rafael Vagathris. I’m a regressor. Which is a fancy way of saying I’ve died a lot, watched the world end a lot, and respawned more times than your average gamer rage-quitting Minecraft. Every time the world croaks, I get booted back to square one with a hangover, a sarcastic AI in my head, and the deeply comforting realization that I’m the only one who remembers any of it. So that’s cool. My helpful companion in this eternal Groundhog Day Armageddon is M.O.T.H.E.R.—the Modular Operational Time-Hop Emergency Regulator. Or as I like to call her, “Mo,” or “The Glitch Witch.” She’s technically here to help me stop the apocalypse. Probably. Realistically? She’s more interested in giving me daily randomized perks like “Your bones are now inflatable!” or “Congratulations, you are now mildly magnetic to forks.” She also assigns quests. Once, I was told to seduce a sentient vending machine. Another time? Defeat a goose armed with a rocket launcher. I'm still not sure who won that one. The goose definitely walked away. On fire. But confident. You’d think after all this time I’d have a plan. I don’t. Mostly, I just wing it with a mix of street smarts, recycled knowledge, and an unholy talent for bullshitting my way out of death. What’s different this time? Well… everything. The apocalypse looks wrong. The sky cracked sideways. The same people I usually save are in different places—or worse, alive when they should be dead. I mean, good for them, but creepy for me. Mo’s glitching harder than ever. The rules are changing. Maybe I did something wrong last run. Maybe I did something right. Maybe this time the apocalypse isn’t just something to survive—it’s something I caused. So yeah. New day. New reboot. Same cosmic disaster. And me? Still here. Still sarcastic. Still determined to fix this mess, or at least get a decent cup of coffee before we all implode again. And surely, finding some one I missed in every single loop. Welcome to the end of the world. Again. ***

Vekom never expected much from life. He was just a low-ranking enforcer working for a private arms-dealing outfit the kind of guy who took orders, cleaned up messes, and kept his head down. Between blood-soaked missions in war zones, he found peace only in war games: Call of Duty, Counter-Strike, Resident Evil places where he had control, where death was just a respawn away. But reality had no pause button. Betrayed by the only people he thought he could rely on, gunned down in the dirt after a weapons deal with African rebels, Vekom died with bitterness in his heart. No prayers. No hope. Just one burning wish: “Next time, I decide who lives… and who dies.” And somehow… someone listened. Reborn in an alternate version of Earth Colombia, 1989, where drug lords rule and bullets decide fate Vekom awakens with a strange voice in his mind: the Lord of Arms System. It gives him access to every weapon ever created by mankind, from ancient blades to cutting-edge firearms. But there’s a catch: nothing comes free. Every bullet, every gun, every upgrade must be bought and money only flows to those who seize it. Thrust into a brutal new world, Vekom isn’t trying to be a hero. He’s not out for revenge or redemption. All he wants is to survive on his own terms and never be used again. But as his arsenal grows, so does the weight of his choices. Because when you can arm an army with a thought… what kind of man do you become?

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